“You guys are such a killjoy!” Trisha fired as soon as they went back into their sofa and saw Damon and Clyde occupying the space. She’s holding Yvette’s wrist while pointing at the two. Clyde’s eyes watched Yvonne meaningfully. While Damon was smirking at his girlfriend and pulling her waist towards him.“Come here, baby…” he said while the other boys and girls tried to check them out obviously.Trisha lets go of Yvette’s hand and fell into Damon’s lap clumsily. Yvette occupied the second sofa and poured herself a drink while Clyde was watching her movements. “I told you not to come! This is a girl’s night out!” she slapped Damon’s shoulder while he was pulling the hem of her dress.“Well baby, you can have fun while I’m here. I won’t disturb you,” he arched his brow. “You! Oh… I don’t believe you! For sure you were about to pull me out of the dance floor! Clyde probably stopped you!” she hissed and pointed to his handsome face. Damon chuckled and leaned closer for a kiss. Trisha
Clyde went into the parking lot of the condominium Yvette was talking about. He saw Damon's car parked somewhere. He parked his car and stop the engine. Yvette opened the door of the passenger's seat and went outside first. Cylde unclasp the seat belt and followed her. She went first into the elevator and as soon as the two doors were about to close, Clyde slid his hand and push himself in. Yvette felt dizzy but she still manages to glare at him. "Why did you follow me? Get the fuck out of here." "I just want to make sure you went home safe," he said. Yvette rolled her eyes. She saw their image on the reflection of the aluminum door of the elevator. The three buttons of his shirt are open while he's leaning against the cold steel bar while fixing his disheveled hair. Yvette's eyes gaze at his frame. Maybe it was because of the alcohol that I feel... hot. She's checking him out shamelessly and Clyde even caught her sensual siren eyes hawk in him like a predator waiting to devour
"I hope they solve whatever their problem is. I don't want them to divorce," Trisha frowned while she was looking outside the window. "They won't. Clyde told me he was willing to say sorry to her. He's serious," Damon said while driving. Trisha yawned. She felt dizzy but the notification of her phone caught her attention. Damon glanced at her once and saw she was clicking some notifications on her phone. Trisha curiously opened her account to see her Auntie's message. She commented on her story with Yvette. Ellen Rodriguez:You are friends with Yvette, Trish? Wow... didn't know she was friendly. I'm used to her coldnessTrisha was still dizzy that she rubbed her eyes while reading Yvonne's name. She's blaming herself for being too drunk that she couldn't digest each word. Trisha replied. Yes, Tita. Yvonne is the wife of my boyfriend's close friend. Trisha yawned again while seeing her Auntie type a reply. She knows how workaholic her Auntie is and that she didn't judge her for
Trisha was silent after a few minutes of staring at the tomb. Her tears were already dry but her chest felt so heavy that she was still lamenting from the inside. When Yvette notices that the sky is getting darker and it was bound to rain, she already pulled Trisha up and they went back into the car. Trisha was dozing off while she couldn't process everything at once. Yvonne is already dead. And the Yvonne beside me is her twin who's seeking vengeance because of what happened to her sister. And Clyde's ex... that bitch is involved.Yvette started driving. Trisha is still in a state of shock and Yvette lets her deal with it first. It took her some minutes before she glanced at her curiously. "So... which means... you're planning to divorce him after this? Are you gonna uh... tell this to Clyde?" "There's only one and a half months left for my vengeance. And yes. I want them to divorce. Clyde must file it. I want my sister free completely." Trisha nodded. Her mind suddenly change.
It wasn't the first time that Clyde showed up suddenly at the gym. Sometimes he's alone but most of the time he's with Damon who's always scowling because Trisha seems upset with him because of helping Clyde out. "She suddenly changed. Imagine it, Clyde. She wasn't like this before she started hanging out with your wife. Yvonne literally influenced her to follow her path. My girlfriend is starting to get obsessed with your woman. Yvonne took my girl!" Damon kept on blabbering it while they were doing some push-ups. Yvette isn't at the gym yet including Trisha who's with her. "I am fine with their friendship," Clyde shrugged and stood. "Man. I wasn't. My girlfriend might act like Yvonne too! The feisty and coldhearted wife of yours," he hissed and followed him. Clyde sat in front of the barbell and started lifting it. Damon leaned against the bar while facing Clyde. "I like how she's cute and bubbly. She's sexy just the way she is," he said.Clyde didn't answer his rants while Da
Yvette opened the door more to let him in. Clyde felt relieved but he still know that there was still a boundary between them. It wasn't the first time he went into her condo unit. The last time they had done it, it was in her condo too. "It's been days. I hope you're... considering it now to explain to me what suddenly made you upset," he said carefully as they both face each other. Yvette looked away. She had a lot of things on her mind but she remained silent. "Was it about the call?" Yvette glared at him. With her sudden reaction, Clyde slowly realized that it was definitely about the call. And she answered it. "The one who called—an unknown number, is none other than Irish Williams. My... ex," he looked at her carefully. "You think I didn't know that?" she raised her eyebrow."I filed a restraining order against her because I want her to stop her obsession. She's calling me from different numbers. The last time we saw each other, months ago, I warned her not to bother the
Trisha understands Yvette’s pain more than anyone. She knows well that she shouldered the death of her own twin alone and sought revenge because Yvonne had never been given justice when she died, and Yvette carried the burden alone of the judgments Yvonne has been facing since she was alive.“If only he knew what kind of pain my twin was suffering! If only he knew how much he had scarred her life! How dare him!” Yvette wailed angrily, her hands in fists, the tears falling continuously.Trisha caressed her back as her tears fell and she closed her eyes. To hear Yvette’s cry as she trembled angrily hurt her.“What happened?” Damon asked when he accompanied Clyde, who went straight into the bar after Yvette sent him out of her condo unit.Clyde just shook his head and drank the rum in one gulp. He poured himself another drink while his jaw was clenching; the hint in his eyes that he cried is still visible.“Man… you truly lost her,” Damon shook his head too as if he realized how hard Yvo
Clyde was bombarded with so many problems. There were problems in the company, problems with his marriage, and the truth that was unraveled by Yvette Martinez, Yvonne's twin.The truth is, he found out about what happened to Yvonne after their trip to Paris. When Yvette answered a Irish call and went to a condo unit to avoid him, Clyde had her followed for her own security. "There’s no Yvonne Smith registered on the condominium your wife entered, Sir," one of his men reported that confused him. "Then where is she?" "We already investigated thoroughly about it, Sir. Their security already gave us access to the fact that someone who looked just like exactly Yvonne is in one of their units, which is Yvette Martinez," his men showed the document. Clyde was so confused as she opened it and saw the same woman, who just looked exactly like her wife. "This is Yvonne," Clyde said while gritting his teeth. "No, Sir. That’s actually Yvette Martinez, a fashion designer at Merrer Company. On