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My wife
In a dimly lit corner at the far end of the bar, a woman with long, curly eyelashes sat, sipping on a glass of beer. Her gaze flicked as she scrutinized two individuals at the bar front.
Upon her brother’s entrance to CONS Bar, Yvonne initially thought he was there for her. However, her relief set in when he headed straight to the VIP area after entering. She sighed and settled back into her seat, continuing to sip her sorrows away.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Having left Magnificent Residential Area, Yvonne had nowhere else to go. Without friends and a reluctance to return home yet, she sought solace at the bar.
Her home country now felt foreign to her-she was a stranger in her own home. Funny.
With Damien’s continuous calls right after she left Shawn’s residence, she deduced Shawn must have informed her brother about her visit.
Aware of Damien’s temper, despite his angelic appearance, she decided not to go home yet. Returning to the States immediately was a scenario she wished to avoid.
And so, she headed to CONS.
As Yvonne laid eyes on CONS Bar after so many years, a rush of memories flooded back.
In the past, CONS Bar had been Damien and Shawn’s go-to spot for relaxation, occasionally bringing her along to unwind and have fun. They’d share laughs, poke fun at each other-those were the good ol’ days.
While lost in nostalgia, Yvonne’s attention was drawn to a girl entering the bar and taking a seat at the front.
Her brows furrowed unconsciously; the girl seemed oddly familiar. After a futile attempt to recall where she knew her from, Yvonne gave up.
Soon, she saw Damien leave the VIP area and settle beside the girl for a conversation. Yvonne couldn’t decipher their words due to the distance, but their familiarity was evident.
Her head tilted as she observed Damien’s eyes and the way he looked at the girl.
Snorting mockingly, she remarked, “Pathetic. You can have a lover, but I cannot.”
So her brother had a soft spot for younger girls…
A cunning idea crossed Yvonne’s mind. Standing up, she finished her beer and confidently cat-walked to the bar front.
“Babe!” She shrieked furiously, approaching the duo from behind. “So, you’re cheating on me!” She accused, clasping her hand over her mouth and glaring at Damien.
Turning to look behind him, Damien, though irritated, remained silent upon seeing Yvonne.
Mia, caught in the drama, blinked, finding the lady somewhat familiar. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the unfolding scene.
Thinking she might be Veronica’s uncle’s fiancée, Mia broke out in cold sweats. “Erm, Ma’am, I think you-you’re mis-s-taken,” she stammered.
Damien, finding joy in the girl’s confusion, refrained from stopping his sister. Amusement spread across his face.
“What do you mean that’s not it?! You’re trying to snatch my man from me!!!” Yvonne fumed.
Overwhelmed, Mia became more afraid, glancing around to see judgmental eyes fixed on her.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she faced the unexpected confrontation.
Today was a really terrible day.
Observing her distress, Damien decided he had to intervene before the girl fainted. “Relax, meet Yvonne, my sister. Yvonne, meet Mia,” he quickly clarified, laughing out loud.
The room erupted into laughter and people went about their businesses, and only after Damien broke her cover did Yvonne abandon her facade. “Damien! I was only starting to have fun!” She whined, pouting.
Turning to Mia, Yvonne introduced herself, “Hi. I’m Yvonne. Damien’s sister. That must have taken you aback just now,” she giggled. “I’m sorry-was just messing around with you.”
Relieved after processing the siblings’ words, Mia sighed. After recovering herself, she realized that once again, she had fallen for a prank.
Did pranking run in their family? She wondered.
“Oh-oh… Hello,” Mia stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Before she could say more, a cold chill ran up her spine, and instinctively, she turned her head.
At the entrance of the bar stood none other than Shawn Mandez.
She froze.
As Shawn approached, Mia’s heart raced with each stride, questions swirling in her mind. Why was he there? How did he find her? Was he upset? Anxious thoughts consumed her, all focus on the captivating man.
In the bar, patrons couldn’t help but stare at Shawn Mandez, his commanding presence seizing the attention he rightly deserved. His tall stature and flawlessly sculpted face captivated everyone in the room.
Who could he be?…
Shawn assumed a poised position next to Mia, his gaze penetrating the depths of her soul. Ignoring the onlookers, he stooped low, effortlessly lifting her into his arms and carrying her over his shoulder.
As he moved to depart, a desperate cry echoed, “Shawn!” Yvonne’s heart tightened, her fingers gripping his bicep from behind, pleading.
Shawn’s steps hesitated, but he remained silent and resolute, refusing to turn back or utter a word.
In the blink of an eye, he withdrew his arm from the lady’s grasp and swiftly exited the bar with purposeful strides.
Yvonne Davis found herself speechless, watching helplessly as the man of her dreams departed. Her eyes focused intently on the girl draped over his arm, and in that moment, realization struck her-she was that girl, the one from the photos.
Overwhelmed, Yvonne slumped onto a stool, drowning her thoughts in a bottle of beer.
Perplexed by the unfolding events, Damien quickly rose from his seat and followed Shawn, abandoning his sister.
Upon reaching outside, Shawn had already placed Mia in the car and was on the verge of entering himself.
Interrupting the scene, Damien questioned, “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice halted Shawn in his tracks.
Shawn Mandez turned to his friend-turned-enemy with a raised brow. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Damien scoffed, “You just abducted a girl-”
Shawn interrupted, “Which girl? Abduct?” appearing genuinely puzzled.
“Oh, my wife!” He clicked his tongue.
Damien was taken aback. “Wi-wif-wife?”
Shawn met his gaze with a taunting sneer, cautioning, “Stay away from my wife.”
Without further words, he entered the car and closed the door. The vehicle swiftly vanished from sight.
Damien blinked rapidly, attempting to process all that had unfolded, especially Shawn Mandez’s words.
‘My Wife.’ Those words echoed in his mind as he stood alone in the parking lot.
Shawn was married-to Mia? The possibility seemed surreal. Could it be a lie?
Yet, Shawn Mandez wasn’t known for falsehoods…
After a while, Damien composed himself and reentered the bar.
At the counter, he found Yvonne unconscious from excessive drinking, and he bit his lip in irritation.
Lifting her from the stool, he exited CONS, the words ‘My wife’ still echoing in his mind.