Chapter 11

"You—you—what are you doing here!" Enoch stammered, instinctively stepping back.

"Ah!"

Vivianne, who was standing right behind him, didn’t have time to react and got her foot stepped on. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

Hearing Vivianne’s yelp, Enoch snapped out of it. "Are you okay, Vivianne?" he asked, rushing to her side.

"As long as you’re alright, Enoch," Vivianne said, biting her lip, looking delicate and vulnerable.

Enoch spent a good amount of time comforting her right in front of me before finally turning his attention back to me.

"Laurel! I never expected you to be this cruel!"

What?

What did I do?

I hadn’t moved an inch since they arrived, and now I was being accused of cruelty?

Even Enoch seemed to realize how ridiculous that sounded, so he quickly changed his tone.

"I didn’t expect you to be so shameless! The wedding didn’t even happen, and yet here you are, living in our house! I don’t like you. We don’t have a future together. This is my girlfriend, Vivianne. We’re getting married soon."

"And what made you think that’s even remotely possible?"

I was genuinely confused, and honestly, a bit speechless.

Seriously, had this guy not seen the news?

Where did he get the idea that I would still be hanging around for him? Have I ever clung to him?

I mentally reviewed every moment I had ever spent with Enoch. I was sure of it—there was absolutely no reason for him to think I’d been hung up on him.

Was this guy delusional?

"Listen, I understand you and Enoch were engaged, but you never actually got married. Enoch and I are truly in love. Please, just let us be together," Vivianne said, her tears flowing freely like a broken faucet.

She wept as if I were the villain of the story, suffering some great injustice.

Enoch, clearly moved, yelled, "Laurel! You’ve gone too far!"

What?!

What did I do?

I stood there, baffled by the sheer absurdity of their logic. Were they both out of their minds?

I couldn’t help but laugh. "Has the mental hospital run out of room for the two of you? Is that why you’re here causing trouble?"

It took Enoch a moment to process my words. "You’re the one who’s insane!"

Seeing my complete lack of concern, Enoch hesitated, wondering if maybe I didn’t care about him after all. But he quickly dismissed the thought, reminding himself that this was the Westfield Estate, not the Henderson home.

Laurel had to be here because of him.

She must be putting on this act just to get his attention.

Enoch softened his tone. "Laurel, I have someone I care about now. We can’t have a future together. Just apologize to Vivianne, and maybe we can stay friends."

Friends? With these idiots? No thanks. I wasn’t about to catch their stupidity.