My Past Life-Part 30.
I'm sorry to say this… but I'm not interested in having sex with you anymore."
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. He didn't look at prosper standing near the bed, as if avoiding her gaze would make the truth easier to bear.
"I just don't feel that urge anymore—not with you, not with Prestige."
His voice was flat, drained of the passion or excitement that might have once been there. Now, there was only emptiness.
"Please… leave. And shut the door on your way out."
He turned his face away, sinking deeper into the mattress.
"I'm tired. And I have a lot going on in my head right now."
For a moment, there was silence. Then—
"Wow."
The word was sharp, filled with disbelief and anger. Prosper stood there, her eyes wide, her body tense. The shock of his words had hit her like a slap, and now the hurt was turning into something darker.
"So we're finally useless to you now?" Her voice trembled, but not with sadness—with fury. "When you forced us, when you convinced us, we agreed! We gave in because you made us believe it was what we all wanted!"
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The memories flashed in her mind—times when she had gone along with things, times when she had convinced herself it was okay. And now? Now he was just… done?
"And now that we're used to it, now that we've accepted it, you suddenly don't want it anymore?"
She took a step back, shaking her head. The betrayal burned inside her, hot and bitter.
"You'll regret this."
The words were a promise, not a threat. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned and stormed out of the room. The door slammed behind her with a loud, final BANG!—a sound that echoed through the house like a gunshot.
Peter didn't move. He stayed where he was, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence that followed.
And in that silence, he wondered if she was right.
A Few Weeks Later…
Underground Tunnel, Port Harcourt City.
Somewhere deep within the city, hidden away from the busy streets and the eyes of ordinary people, a tense meeting was about to take place. The air was thick with tension, and the dim light of the room made everything feel even more dangerous.
Scorpio smirked. "Well, I knew it was only a matter of time before you found me," he said, his voice smooth but filled with hidden threats. "But what I didn't expect is that you would come alone. No Peter, no Sarah, no Joe."
Joy's heart pounded in her chest. How did he know about Joe? she thought. How did he know Joe was still alive?
Scorpio chuckled, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "Oh, don't be so tense now, Joy," he said, waving a hand lazily. "I'm injured and weak, but not limited. You should know by now that I have a lot of people who work for me." He leaned forward slightly, his smirk growing wider. "Though it's a shame you found out the truth about the mission… because now, you can't be allowed to live any longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows around them moved. Figures dressed in black, their faces hidden behind dark glasses, stepped forward. Guns clicked as they were raised, all pointing directly at Joy.
Joy quickly scanned the room. Fifteen men in total, she thought. Five protecting Scorpio, five in front of me, three behind me, and one on each side. Her mind raced. Hmm… this is going to be hard.
Scorpio laughed, as if he could read her thoughts. "I know what you're thinking, Joy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're not going to escape. And you can't kill me either."
Joy didn't flinch. She had one last question—one she needed answered before anything else. "Before you die, Scorpio," she said, her voice steady, "tell me… why did you want me to kill Peter, Joe, and Sarah?"
For the first time, Scorpio's smirk faded. His eyes darkened with anger. "I hate you, Joy," he spat. "That's why I lied to you. It was never the organization's orders. And you weren't the cause of Barry's death either. I was."
Joy's breath caught in her throat. She had suspected, but hearing it from his own lips made it real.
Scorpio continued, his voice rising with fury. "I planned his death because he was being recognized by the organization more than me! Even though I did all the work! Every mission—Barry got the credit. Every success—Barry was praised. Barry, Barry, Barry—every goddamn time!" His hands clenched into fists. "You could say jealousy, hatred, and anger took over me. So I deleted him… and placed the blame on you."
A cold smile spread across Joy's face. "I know," she said calmly. "I've already found out the whole truth. I just needed you to say it all."
Then, before Scorpio could react, Joy raised her right hand and pressed a small button on her wrist device. Pim. Pim.
Scorpio's eyes widened in shock. "You were recording our whole conversation?!" he shouted, jumping up from his stone chair. "Hand it over!"
Joy didn't move. Instead, she simply pointed toward the entrance of the room.
Scorpio turned—and his blood ran cold.
Dozens of figures, dressed in blue and black uniforms, marched into the room. They moved swiftly, surrounding Scorpio and his men. Guns were raised, fingers on triggers. There was no escape.
Scorpio's men hesitated, looking at each other in fear. They were outnumbered, outmatched.
Joy crossed her arms, her eyes locked onto Scorpio's. "Tell that to the organization," she said coldly.
Scorpio's face twisted in rage, but it was too late. The trap had been sprung.
To be continued…