Chapter 24

"Your daughter?!" - I repeat again to myself.

He throws his hands up in the air in frustration, then brings his eyes to his son.

"Let's go inside ..." - Louis proposes, placing his hand on my back, but his sister interrupts him.

"Do you know this psychopath?" - his eyes widen, while I refrain from doing what I was doing what I left off, before her father intervened.

"Let's go." - Louis gives her a dirty look, pushing me more decisively, while I take a last look at the woman, then turn my heels and walk away to the other side, without distracting myself or stopping at the calls of Louis and the old man at his side.

I would have no reason to go into their house, especially now that I know Catherine lives there too.

I bring a hand through my hair as I quickly get into the car and drive off aimlessly.

It's all so confusing, it's all so damn complicated and painful.

Alex.

I feel everything for him right now, anything but affection.

And still I wonder how he managed to let go, and still I think and hope that all of this is nothing but a bad nightmare.

I would like to wake up in Rome, the day before deciding to move to America, and change my mind.

I wish I'd never met Alex, I wish I'd never fallen in love with him!

I slap my hands on the steering wheel in frustration as I let myself drop again and wet my cheeks.

I close my eyes and try to picture Alex kissing Catherine passionately, but as soon as the scene appears in front of my eyes, the sound of a horn brings me back to reality, so I raise my head and watch the street as I drive towards the apartment of my friend John.

It took me a few seconds to imagine them together and destroy myself: Catherine is not the good woman who would take ten steps back after knowing that a man is engaged, she likes to play, I understood it from the way she challenged me with her eyes.

While I'm her opposite: I couldn't compete with her, especially in beauty, but I thought that in Alex's eyes ... I was really beautiful.

And that I would always be, but I was wrong.

I park next to my friend's car, then get out of mine and walk towards the bell.

I don't think twice before I play, so I reach out and press my index finger on the button, and then wait for John's answer, but it's Andrew who speaks:

"Who is it?"

I take a deep breath, hoping my voice doesn't come out shaky.

«I'm Clara.» - I say, and immediately the front door opens.

I think what to say to Andrew when he looks at me like this, but my thoughts are so confused that I can't think of anything but Catherine and Alex having fun behind my back.

"John hasn't come back yet. He'll be here soon." - I nod, while our eyes meet for a second.

I'm supposed to be looking awful right now, with puffy eyes and bad hair, yet Andrew doesn't seem surprised.

On the contrary, he continues to smile tightly, while keeping the door half closed.

"Co-can I come in?" - I look at him questioningly, as he moves immediately.

"Sure, yes!" - he scratches the back of his nervous neck: maybe Alex have told him everything.

I don't want to open this topic with Andrew, so I sit on the spacious sofa and await the arrival of John, with whom I can get rid of this weight that is suffocating me.

But apparently Andrew wants to ruin my plans:

"Everything fine?"

At all!

I nod with a smile that looks more like a warped grimace.

He imitates me.

"Between you and Alex?" - he insists.

I snort, and then roll my eyes: he witnessed the scene last night, so I have nothing to hide from him:

"As if you didn't know ..." - I rest my head on my hands, trying not to burst into tears in front of him, or at least hide the tears that are already clouding my eyes.

"He talked to you about Catherine, didn't he?" - I jump up my head.

«You knew it!» - I whisper, opening my mouth slightly: every time he looked at me with Alex he knew that he had a mistress.

"Of course you knew." - I say bitterly.

«Don't be angry, Clara, I didn't think it was important ...».

Nobody matters now!

"... and then he had to be the one to tell you." - continues to try to convince me.

I'm mad at him, but Alex would have killed him if he had told me how things were.

"But he didn't tell me, I found out by myself." - I reply again.

"Better. Look, Catherine is a good girl, you can try to get to know her ... »- I won't even let him finish.

"Are you kidding me?" - I'm sorry to be so cold with Andrew, but he's really exaggerating.

How can he imagine that that woman and I can be friends: it's already been a long time that from now on I have to refrain from slapping her pretty face.

He opens his mouth and starts to speak, but is interrupted by the door that swings open when my friend arrives.

«I told you to pass the broom on the ground ...» - John starts screaming, but as soon as his gaze meets mine, he stops.

"Clara, babe, what are you doing here? Are you crying? »- he reaches me with a soft step, and then sits down next to me and takes my hands in his.

His worried look prompts me to speak, but all I want to do is swear at Alex, and I can't do it in front of Andrew.

"Um ... I'll go out, today I'll eat out, near the gym there is an excellent sushi restaurant." - I roll my eyes again and almost smile at Andrew's words: he hates sushi, he just found an excuse to leave us alone, in fact he winks at me, and then approaches and ruffles my hair.

"Go away!" - John yells at him jokingly.

"Do you want to tell me what happened to you? "

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