UNFORGIVING 2

Chapter 11

UNFORGIVING

Regrettably, he made another mistake. It wasn't his Olivia; this was a different one.

"Hello, handsome…" she slurred, the stench from her mouth revealing her inebriated state. "Yes, I am Olivia. Take me home…"

"Alright, perhaps because you're called Olivia." He escorted her to the Uber and accompanied her home.

The next day, he felt reluctant to check again. As he scrolled through his tablet, switching between apps, a call came in from Veronica.

ON VIDEO CALL

"Hello, Angel…"

He remained silent, gaze fixed on the screen.

"Are you not happy to see me?" Her smile radiated through the screen, but the man seated behind grew increasingly agitated.

"You lied to me!" He finally broke the silence.

The lady remained silent for a moment before asking, "Lied to you about what?"

"You told me Olivia was dead!"

"But that's true. She is dead and gone. It's been four years and…"

"And I don't want you to come to my house."

END OF VIDEO CALL

"Good morning, how did I end up here?" The lady inquired.

"Collect your things and leave my house," McCarthy coldly commanded.

Having come to Europe, he hadn't brought any bodyguards, only a house help whom he had never spoken to since his arrival.

"Woman, gather your belongings and depart," the house help, also in her mid-40s, warned.

"What kind of man brings a drunk woman home and doesn't engage with her, not even touch her with his dick? He's such a peculiar, handsome man as well. By the way, thank you." She picked up her bag and left.

He called his house help over. "Do you know any Olivia who lives around Pollen Street?"

"No, I'm sorry."

He received another phone call from an unknown number. He didn't answer until the third attempt.

"I'm back at the hospital. When you're free, come step by step. I have something to tell you. It's about your ex…don't worry, just come."

"I'll be right there." Before he could reply, Jimmy had already ended the call.

He prepared and went to see the doctor.

"Did you come here because of her?"

"Not entirely, but I've been searching for her."

They discussed a few things, including how Olivia lost her memories through an arranged accident.

"Who could have done this?!"

"Don't ask me that, you know it yourself! She is an innocent girl! Do you know what I've gone through? The things I've done for you?"

He cried, pulling his hair and hitting the table. "What do you want from her now?" It concerned him more than McCarthy.

"She is punishing me and I will also have to punish her! She needs to pay for… for… cursing me."

"You're still a cold, wicked, and heartless person. You haven't changed a bit."

He angrily went to the door and turned. "Is that all you have to tell me?"

"Yes, for now, that's all you need to know."

McCarthy giggled and left. The nurses couldn't stop admiring him. His handsomeness was exceptional. One could say he was beautiful.

None of them could ignore or resist watching him, but for him, it was routine.

All that occupied his mind now was "Olivia!"

Would he win her back or compel her to sign the divorce papers? He still had them and could do more.

He went to do his rounds, checking on his new business and in the evening, he drove to Olivia's house again. This time, she was there, playing with her brother, Franklin. As soon as he saw her, he rushed towards her, while Franklin run inside leaving his sister outside.

He was about to call Agatha, his mother, but the sickly woman was asleep, so he returned to protect his sister, who stood there aimlessly. She didn't move, just watched as McCarthy approached.

He got closer, standing inches from her face, watching her eyes as she did the same.

Franklin remained silent, waiting for whatever would happen. He didn't have strength for this.

McCarthy trembled inside his suit. Whether from anger or hatred, his state was indiscernible. Suddenly, his nose bled, as though he had not taken his medication.

"What have you done to me? I am suffering. This punishment is too…"

He stopped and hugged her tightly, tears streaming from his eyes. Two hearts beating at the same accelerated pace.

Then, she heard another voice, not McCarthy's.

"THE TIME FOR YOU TO FIND LOVE HAS COME. I GIVE YOU THREE YEARS IN ADDITION TO THE FOUR. IF YOU DON'T FIND REAL LOVE, I'LL TAKE YOUR LIFE AGAIN."

Instantly, her mind flashed back to the mysterious memory she had four years ago at death's door. And, McCarthy's name being mentioned at that place.

When the voice ceased, and she pushed McCarthy away.

"Who are you, and why have you been stalking me?"

McCarthy pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood. Olivia's dress already bore stains from their embrace.

"So it's true. She doesn't remember anything," he murmured to himself, unheard by Olivia.

"Why have you been driving all night to find me? What do you want from my family and me?" She posed another question.

The last time McCarthy had come looking for her, when he bought Franklin an ice cream, she had seen him. Standing at the other end of the road, she watched him drop the paper bag with complete disappointment. So she knew he had been coming around.

"I am not here to hurt anyone."

"Then, don't come by again."

She warned McCarthy and dragged her brother inside, but he was reluctant to go. He liked McCarthy but was afraid of him.

He ran back, retrieved a wet box from behind the wall, and brought out a car's side mirror.

"You left it there, and my sister brought it home. I took it and kept it. Have I done well?" Funny, huh? I wonder how a kid's brain works.

He handed it over, but McCarthy refused to take it. "If I take this, I won't be able to come here again. I would always want to see you, so keep it as an excuse for my visits. I owe you a lot of ice cream."

"Someone said, if like someone and the person don't want you to come close, make them come to you instead."

McCarthy smiled again, " your ice cream... "

"Yes, the last time I waited, but my sister dragged me home. She said I had to do my homework and prepare for school the next day."

McCarthy smiled wide, petted his hair, and turned to leave.

BOOM!!

A gunshot echoed from behind him.