Is this Sasha
Karl POV
Is this Sasha?
” Sasha!!!” I yelled out as soon as I recognised her. When I got down from the car, I hope it would be snappy as I wanted to go throw the money at her and leave since she wanted an apology from myself.
I walked to where where she was and soon find out I knew her. I did not recognize who the person was at first but as I got closer, I found out it was someone I knew. I could not believe my eyes when I saw her as the last time I heard about her she was in the states.
” How was she in the UK?” I asked as I approached her. ” Maybe she left her husband too?” I muttered again to myself. I believed it was not unlikely for her to divorce her husband since Claire did same. Friends tend to behave alike and with a friendship I was sure that could happen.
As soon as she recognised me, she started ranting non-stop. I felt like punching her by the mouth to have her keep quiet but well, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt a lady as that would be ungentlemanly.
” Sasha!!! This is so unbelievable?” I said to myself as I approached her. She was a friend of Claire who had relocated to the States when she got married. I was surprised to see her here and wondered what she was here for.
Sasha had recognized me and was already ranting. She seemed furious at me at something else than the bump on her car.
” Is it about your car or something else?” I asked her as she spoke, she knew very much I could afford her a new car that instant so her yelling about a bump made me even surprised.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
I wondered who she was referring to as adamant and what gave her the audacity to refer to me as typical and her speaking of hurting Claire amazed me even further.
She was a friend of Claire but after her relocation to the states, they lost touch and Claire complained every time of not being able to reach her.
” How did she know about the divorce and why was she here?” I asked again curious about how she knew about our break-up as not many people knew, our families inclusive. I knew they lost touch for a while after her marriage but they had reconnected and everything was fine.
As I thought about it I concluded it was none of my concern. I didn’t care anymore about Claire or whatever she did. As she continued to rant, I soon lost my patience and snapped right back at her as I couldn’t take it anymore.
” Typical me? How dare you talk to me in that tone?” I responded as she spoke rudely and with so much anger. I could not believe she had the effortery to do what she did. Here she was yelling about hurting Claire while it was Claire who hurt me and left me with our son to cater for.
She was accusing me the very same thing I was the victim of. Claire had told me she found another lover when she filed for a divorce. Claire who left me for another man was who I was being accused of hurting.
” Hurt Claire? Claire hurt me.. she broke my heart into the tiniest pieces.” I responded and she stared at me seemingly surprised at what I said as she did not expect my response.
“How is that even true? How could Claire hurt you from the hosp….. hmm never mind I was sure you would come up with something to defend yourself. Just go away.” She said as she made her way to her car, I grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away, but I held on to her hand even tighter, and before long, I heard her making weird sounds like she was about to cry.
” Let me go Karl, just let me go.” I looked at her eyes and enjoy seeing the tears flow through her cheeks. She could not talk to Karl Rutherford in that manner and go freely. I turned to my car and caught a glimpse of my son staring and let her go but before that I whispered into her ears.
” Never you talk to me in that tone.” I whispered to her as I let go of her. She ran to her car agigated, I could see how she was praying hoping her car starts. It seemed the universe was on her side as the car suddenly picked up and she drove away hastily. I wondered what she meant by hosp. as she didn’t complete her statement for reasons best known to her and I decided I was not going to let Claire issue disturb me any further.
I went back to the car and Davis looked at me scared. I guess he had never seen me that furious before. The driver drove us down to the house. When we arrived the party was almost over and Davis asked me what all of this was about.
” Dad what’s happening, is it mum’s welcome party?” He asked as he highlighted from the car.