Enzo's POV
My knees hit the ground heavily, the skin beneath tearing from the raw impact, sending a sharp jolt through my veins. But more intense than the pain was watching her leave without a word.
No glance in my direction, just silence, making my chest burn with grief, tearing my heart apart.
Thoughts of that day came rushing back, more vivid than ever. The strangest part was that I still remembered everything clearly. But that black car, it still felt unfamiliar.
Could that have really been Alex Woods that day? I could still picture the entire event, my mind spinning in circles. I remembered standing nearby, and then those bold numbers etched into the license plate came howling back into my memory.
Something flickered inside me. I stood up and hurried out of the passageway into the compound.
Scattered across the lot were dozens of expensive cars, parked outside. My eyes scanned them carefully, my mind racing. Then, in the distance, I spotted a car that resembled the one burned into my memory.
I walked over, but suddenly, the tires began to move, and before I could make sense of it, the car sped off.
I tried to catch a glimpse, but nothing registered as it disappeared from sight. My gaze narrowed at the empty spot, still dazed, when I saw a figure.
Alex. He walked out of the parking lot, heading back toward the hall entrance. His face unreadable. He paused to speak with the guards before stepping inside.
I pulled out my phone to call Bianca. Every number was switched off. None connected.
Could Alex Woods really have been that man from two years ago?
I still couldn't piece it together. He wasn't supposed to be there at the shore that day, and that definitely hadn't been his usual car.
It couldn't have been him. Not after he'd sent me that day to speak with a woman I never even saw.
I had nearly given up the search when I spotted a poor, worried-looking lady who caught my heart. Her face was drawn in deep thought, her arms folded across her chest as her feet dragged through the cold sea sand in simple slippers.
Her condition mirrored the depth of my own sorrow years ago, when the unthinkable happened. That was eight years ago. How could I have forgotten such a life-threatening moment?
I approached her after the car had left, only to fall for her gentle nature and eloquent words. Sparks flew between us. And just when I had to let her go, the accident happened.
The same one that left me with no choice but to marry her, because she stood by me through the darkest times, when everyone else had deserted me.
Now, standing here, confusion cloaked me like a second skin, stirring every fiber of my being. But I was sure, there was always a way. A light at the end of the tunnel. Alex wouldn't take Bianca away from me.
I had been foolish to let her slip from my arms, but everyone makes mistakes, even costly ones. Mine was no exception. Letting her sign those divorce papers had become a nightmare that haunted me every second.
At least now, I'd realized the truth.
Bianca was never Alex's type, or in his class. Alex was a billionaire. Bianca, a humble commoner. So why was the most ruthless billionaire drawn to her when he had a fiancee from two years ago, the same one he'd sent me to speak with?
I made my way to the entrance, only to be stopped by the guards at the door. My face tightened with confusion. My eyes demanded answers.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in," one of them said, stretching out the words.
"Why not?" I asked, eyes darting between them.
"That's the instruction. Sorry, but you have to leave now before we use force," the other guard added, already pushing me slightly.
I stumbled back. My heart pounded, my teeth clenched, threatening to shatter under pressure.
So, this was it? I sighed, taking in a deep breath, glaring at them briefly before turning to leave.
Seated in my car moments later, my heart raced violently, tearing me apart. Each beat felt like a punishment I deserved.
I had been drawn to Ella's wealth, her affluence, her body, what I thought was best for me. But now, everything felt wrong. I was completely out of sorts.
Moments later, I was home. I stepped out of the car, mentally and physically drained. I just needed to get to my room, let the cold shower wash over me, maybe, just maybe, it would calm the dread within and help me think clearly.
As I reached for the door, it creaked open.
Ella stood there, looking different. Her eyes burned with anger, her face twisted, arms perched on her waist. My feet shifted uneasily on the cold floor.
"Well, look who finally came back," she snapped, her voice bitter.
I expected it. But I wasn't in the mood for drama. What I felt inside was far worse than anything she could throw at me.
"Please, I just want to go to my room," I said quietly, meeting her gaze.
She hissed, looking me over from head to toe.
"No way, dear fiance," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You're going to pay for humiliating me like that, in front of a lowlife."
"Please, I don't…" I began, but she cut me off.
"She's finally clawed her way into wealth, but I'll make sure she learns the lesson of her life," she hissed, turning away, her eyes dark, more terrifying than ever.
My breath caught. I swallowed hard.
"Alex isn't her type, he's mine," she let the words slip, then gasped as though realizing what she'd just said. Her looks unreadable, which made my heart stirred. My eyes narrowed at her.
"I meant, you're not going inside. Not now. Not ever," she snapped in between her racing heart, adjusting her tight bra, barely covering anything.
I stood frozen, lost for words. I never realized how much her actions could shatter me. I tried to move past her, but she grabbed my hands and shoved them away.
"When I said you aren't going in, I wasn't joking," she said coldly.
Before I could snap out of the daze, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. I stared at it.
What the heck just happened?
Why did she sound like that when she mentioned Alex Woods?
Locking me out of my own house, how did I never see this side of her before? How did I miss all the red flags? I'd let my emotions blind me, and now I feared the worst.
I stood there for what felt like forever. She never opened the door. Never answered my calls. Never replied to my messages.
My brows furrowed. My heart clung to the last shred of hope as memories of Bianca kept flashing through my mind.