Chapter 29: The Bombers
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After the night with Scarlett, I couldn't stay in the hotel anymore. I felt alone and dejected. She literally lived in my head, and I thought I was going crazy.
I entered my room to find Everleigh lying face down, crying on the bed.
'Ever?" I tapped her on the shoulder. She trembled and sat upright. 'Why are you crying?" I asked, concerned.
'Never, ever touch me!" She snapped, swatting my hand away. 'You are so mean and despicable. How did I end up with you?" She cried.
'What did I do? Tell me."
'What have you never done, Nathan? I was here, playing the role of a loving and understanding wife, while you were out there making out with your ex. You should have divorced me before cheating on me."
'How did you find out?" I queried nonchalantly, pulling my suitcase to the closet.
'She told me about it. She even sent the audio recording of you two moaning. I hate you with a passion, Nathan. You are the worst mistake of my life. Imagine what society will say when she posts it. There has never been a moment of happiness in my life since I married you. You caused the loss of my babies, and I will never forgive you for that," she sobbed.
Her last words drew my attention back to her. 'What do you mean I caused the loss of our babies?"
'What do you think? Do you believe I would be so evil as to abort my babies?" She stepped down from the bed. 'You mistreated me. Every single time you pushed me down, I lost my baby. You didn't know because you were never around to see what your actions caused me. The pain and the emotional trauma I had to go through alone were unbearable. You are evil, Nathan. I can't continue living with you as your wife. I'm filing for divorce," she poured out and stormed out of the room.
I dropped on the bed, my head swirling with her accusation. I can't be responsible for my babies' death. I'm not evil.
'Argh!" I flung my phone at the wall.
I couldn't get Everleigh's words out of my head. 'You made me lose my babies," her words echoed, reminding me of how vile I had been over the years. I never cared about Everleigh; I only saw her as the woman who made me lose the love of my life. Should I have treated her better? No minute or hour passed that I didn't think of Scarlett. She was all I ever wanted in my life. And now everything seems to be falling apart. I can't have Scarlett back, and I can't ever bring my lost babies back. The weight of regret and pain was heavy in my heart.
'You made me lose my babies."
And those damn words are stuck in my head.
'Sir?" one of my staff members called, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I cleared my throat, adjusting my collar. I almost forgot I was in a meeting with them.
'Are you okay, Sir?" Another asked, concerned.
'Yeah, where were we?" I asked, refocusing on them.
'It's our supply chain, Sir," the purchasing manager began. 'For the past few weeks, none of our suppliers have been responding to our queries. They neither reply to our emails nor return them. I have tried contacting their managers, and the only person who replied is not ready to supply goods to us. He stood firm on a price we can't consider because of our budget," he explained.
'And our last purchase is experiencing a delay as it was held under inspection at the France cargo sorting center. All these things have never happened to us before. We implore you to put a word across to them, Sir," the logistics manager added.
'Sir?" Joy called suddenly.
'What is it?" I asked.
'You have a call from one of the agencies we met last week. He is demanding to speak with you urgently," she said.
'Excuse me, gentlemen and ladies," I stood up, taking the phone from Joy. 'Nathaniel Reyes on the line," I said into the phone.
'Sir, cargo with number ZN109 just exploded on its way to the Pasay City border," he announced, panting.
'How is that even possible? Find out what caused the explosion and report back to me immediately," I stated and hung up.
'One of our cargos in transit just exploded, damaging all our goods. All this…"
'Sir?" one of the internal warehouse managers rushed in, panting.
'What is it, James?" I snapped, growing frustrated by all the bad news.
'We just caught two men on the verge of setting a bomb in our warehouse," he announced.
'Where are they?" I asked, standing up.
'At the warehouse, sir," James responded.
'This meeting is adjourned," I told the staff. 'Lead the way, James," we both headed out.
Entering the warehouse, I saw the two men tied and kneeling on the warehouse floor, displaying contrasting emotions – one pale and fearful, the other attempting to remain calm but with a hint of panic in his eyes. Their rugged appearances, marked by scars, tattoos, and rough clothing, only added to the air of menace and desperation surrounding them.
'Make them talk," I told Viktor, our huge security guard.
Viktor was a towering, imposing figure with a thick, muscular build and a stern expression. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze exuded an aura of unyielding authority. He had just been employed after the explosion at my external warehouse the last time.
As I watched, Viktor unleashed a flurry of punches, sending the would-be bombers crashing to the ground, their pleas and cries echoing off the walls of the warehouse as they begged for mercy. Viktor towered over them, his thick fists clenched, demanding to know who sent them. But the men cowered, reluctant to talk, their eyes wide with fear as they glanced at each other in terror.
Viktor stepped closer, ready to deliver another heavy punch that could have sent the men to their graves…
'Scarlett De Guzman," one of them cried out, shivering with fear.
Why wasn't I surprised?
