Page 148 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

JOHN’S POV.

“…I declare Mrs. Emily Granger free to walk away from the marriage, and marry again, only with a fated mate.” The Judge announced, and hit her gavel thrice.

Emily finally exhaled, and she and Lucas shared a bright smile.

My family looked a little not too satisfied.

They were probably thinking of how to explain to the public why a marriage of less than two months failed.

Maybe they were also wondering what would happen if Lucas and Emily wanted to declare the marriage to the public.

I walked out of the courtroom angrily, and not long, I heard my name.

“John.” It was dad. I stopped, and bit my cheek hard, wondering if he couldn’t read my mood, and see that I didn’t wish to be bothered.

Slowly, I turned.

With him were Uncle Will, Aunt Mira and Aunt Genevieve.

“Follow me.” He said, and they walked away, leaving me to push my fists into my pockets, and follow them without complaint.

We went to the garage where the car they had brought was parked, and I leaned against a pillar, while they stood, watching me.

“Finally, you have lost her. You were so adamant. You ought to have settled things with Lucas!” Dad said.

“Are you worried about me, or about what people will say when they hear my marriage failed?” I asked.

“Since you know my concerns, will you continue to be senseless? Don’t you know how hard it is to maintain our position?

If word gets out that our family is not stable, do you think we’ll keep standing?

The heir apparent cannot find a suitable marriage partner.

Who the hell sees that, and think it’s normal?

” He asked, hitting his palm, with the back of his hand.

“If you’re worried about having to explain to the public, then you don’t have to.”

“Can you actually hear yourself?” Uncle Will asked.

“Yes. I’m telling you not to say a word to the public because this is not the end. You only have to watch me correct things. There’s no need to inform the public, or alarm them. I’ll take care of things.” I assured them.

“How can we be sure to trust you again? You’ve messed up way too many times.” Aunt Genevieve snapped.

“Just this last time. I promise I won’t let you down.”

“Try letting us down, and you’ll know just how deep my claws can sink.” Aunt Mira threatened, opening the car door, as she threw me a nasty look.

The rest of them also took their positions in the car, and I watched them drive away. Just as they did, I heard the sound of heels, fast approaching.

I looked up to see Katie hastily walking towards her car.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there.” She said, bending to fix in her car keys, and in a second, I was there by her side.

She dropped her phone in shock, and I slammed her into her car, before dragging her by her hair.

“John!” She called angrily, as I led her to the wall, and pushed her against it. I looked around for cameras, then, back at her.

“What the hell was that, uh? Tell me.” I asked, jabbing her shoulder, and she looked at me with fierceness in her eyes.

“What the hell was what?”

“Testifying against me! How many more recordings do you have? How could you do this to me? Do you think you’re safe because you no longer work for me? You’re not!” I said, hitting her face.

“What did I do wrong, John?” She asked, as her hair scattered all over her face. She raised her head, and blew her hair away from her face, although a few strands stayed attached to her mouth. “I’m asking what I did wrong? I only corrected a mistake I made. What’s the wrong in that? Tell me.”

“Drop that glare.”

“I won’t.”

“What?”

“I no longer work for you, John. I’m just as important as you are. We’re the same people. I no longer have to cower, and tend to your incessant, immature desires.” She said, and I raised a hand high to strike her. “If you dare…!” She said, strongly, in a raised voice.

It shocked me that she could speak to me like that.

“I will sue you for assault, John. Lucas will definitely repay my favor if I ask.” She said, and brushed her hair backwards, before storming away.

My fist clenched, and I drove it into the wall.

But of course, there was no need to be mad. It was time to work on plan B.

~

That evening, I invited Lucas for a drink in the living room.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked, showing up.

“At least, sit.” I replied calmly, dropping two glasses onto the table. The two glasses were quite identical, although one was visibly taller.

He sat next to me, and I filled his glass with wine.

“I lost, alright, and I’ve been thinking a lot. Losing feels like shit. It feels like it’s not over yet. I don’t know why I keep feeling like I have a chance.” I said, handing him his glass.

Filling mine up, I drank it to the dregs.

“Get used to it, Neph. Everybody had to lose out at least once in their lives. It was high time you lost something you wanted.” He said, and I gritted my teeth.

“Still can’t believe she’s left me. Ha. You just never lose, do you, Lucas? If you were to choose between me and Emily, who would you choose? You used to love me a lot. Heck, I don’t even know who to be jealous of. You or Emily.” I said, bitterly.

“Reflect on your actions.” He told me, twirling his drink in the glass.

“I bet you’re so happy.” I added, and he raised his glass to his lips to drink.

My eyes carefully followed the glass, and I watched him tip the contents into his mouth.

His Adam apple bulged, and went upwards, and downwards.

A little smirk found its way to the edges of my lips.

Just like I had managed to lace Emily’s drink, I had laced her lover’s, with something much more lethal.

Something that commanded more drastic consequences.