The year Elma had an affair. I paid a lot of money to buy her scandal photos and put them online. With that, I completely ruined her reputation.
Out of revenge, Elma carried out secret plan so I would leave her with nothing. She even threatened, “As long as Centrapolis has me, you should never think about coming back.”
I got forced to go abroad.
For five whole years, no one in Centrapolis remembered that Elma Green’s ex-husband was named Jayden Hall. They only knew that Elma’s one true love was Arthur Evans.
Now, looking at the invitation from Centrapolis Government, I smiled and turned to the person beside me.
“What if, I go there on your behalf?” I said.
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After all, there were things in life that I have to finish personally.
I held the invitation and was about to enter the banquet venue when a black Maybach stopped in front of me.
Someone got out and blocked my way.
“Hey! Who lets every Tom, Dick and Harry in?" The man said as he smiled at me smiled.
“Five years away and I thought you had the pride to die with honor. But look,” he fiddled his fingers, “you still can’t survive on your own and now you’re planning to beg for another chance?”
“Jayden.” Arthur threw his briefcase at me. “Why don’t you kneel? Kneel before me and I’ll see if anyone would give a chance at you.”
He looked me up and down and said, pointing at my face, “Look! Look at your—”
Before Arthur could finish, I grabbed his bag and smacked it onto his head. I yanked his hair and slammed his head into the car door. The sound was loud.
My blood raced. I felt an uncontrollable rush of both anger and excitement.
“Arthur, five years ago you called me ‘Mr. Hall’ and begged so hard so that I took you in—” I leaned close to Arthur’s ear and laughed softly. “So in five years, did you forget who is the actual master and who is the dog?”
“Or did sleeping with Elma and being mocked online make you lose all shame?”
“Then,” I slapped Arthur’s face, “let me teach you.” I pulled his hair and raised my hand to hit him again.
“You lunatic!” Arthur screamed.
A bodyguard quickly grabbed my wrist and shouted for me to stop.
“Who are you!” someone demanded.
They forcibly pulled my arm back. As they did, they touched the ugly scar on my wrist.
It hurt and I frowned. But I laughed even louder. “Five years away and you all got trained to be faithful dogs!”
I turned and punched the guard in the face, kicked him in the groin, took his metal baton and walked toward Arthur.
“Arthur.” I weighed the baton in my hand and smiled at him. “Just so you know—” I lifted the baton, “now that I’m back, I don’t intend to let you go.”
I raised the baton to strike. Arthur screamed in terror, “Jayden!”
“Emmy won’t forgive you! She wont! Emmy!”
The baton was snatched from my hand. Before I could fully turn, I heard Arthur cry out almost brokenly, “Emmy, save me! Emmy!”
“Five years! Five years and he still wants to kill me! Save me!”
Once the batton was completely out of my reach, I got yanked backwards alongside it before falling into a warm embrace.
A scent filled my nose and it made me tremble. I heard a familiar soft voice near my ear.
“Jayden.” Elma said as she gripped my throat and met my eyes, “Five years and you still act so careless.”
Five years ago.
The last time I looked at her face was five years ago. Now, she still had the same perfect, flawless face that always appeared in interviews.
That made a cold ran through my spine.
