Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Hearing Alan’s statement, my mouth dropped open. I huffed and shook my head in annoyance.

“How could I not do it? You made me fall too deep into the grave you dug for yourself.”

“Isn’t it the other way around? I built a staircase framework for you, but you were the one who knocked it down.” He shrugged. His eyes blinked, and it was clear he didn’t want to be blamed.

“Yeah, yeah, Alan. I know you’re trying to provide me with a lot of projects. Even yesterday, Mike said that I was taking on too many projects. Was that your doing?”

I squinted at him, and he fell silent. Seeing his reaction, I huffed again and rolled my eyes. Without needing a response from him, I already knew my suspicions were correct.

“Hey, Fenella, just calm down.” Alan hurriedly tried to stop me from getting angry, but I was already far too annoyed with him.

“How could you do that to them? They are all my friends, including Mike. You said you didn’t want any toxic people like Kiara in your sacred temple, but you yourself became the raider, taking others’ shares and making me hated by everyone.”

“No, no, wait. It’s not entirely like that. I didn’t steal anything from anyone. Listen to me.”

“Don’t you see the comments from people on my social media? They insult me, accusing me of theft. Now they say I’ve been arrogant, acting up, and justifying all sorts of means to achieve this success.” I spoke quickly, cutting off Alan’s words.

“Fenella, I did all of this for you. I want to see you succeed and achieve your dream of becoming the dream girl. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Oh, Alan, or should I call you Clark? I want to do it the right way.” Slowly, tears rolled down my cheeks.

“People hate me, Clark. Even now, Laird hates me.”

I cried with sobs, making it harder for me to breathe. My nose was runny, and I felt increasingly worthless. My hands wiped my wet cheeks.

Alan then raised his hand. He intended to wipe my cheek as well, but I pushed his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

I hissed at him. He immediately tucked his hand back under the table. His forehead furrowed, and his head bowed.

Good, now he was just starting to feel guilty? That was nothing. I took out my phone and turned my internet back on.

In an instant, the notification sounds bombarded my phone until it made a noise from the sheer volume of incoming messages. The social media notifications chimed in repeatedly until my phone started lagging. Once it calmed down, I opened my social media and handed my phone to Alan so he could see for himself.

“Now, see for yourself. Everyone is insulting me, and no one likes me anymore because of your actions. They are wishing for me to die by suicide.”

Alan then stared at my phone for a long time. He slowly swiped the screen to read the comments on my post that weren’t even relevant to the ad from yesterday.

“You see? My career is ruined, all thanks to you.” I raised both my hands with a sarcastic tone in my voice.

“Laird hated me, fans abandoned me, and Mallory, who claimed to be my friend, didn’t defend me at all. Thankfully, my mother didn’t watch that ad and still wanted to accept me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest while waiting for Alan to finish reading the painful comments. He rubbed his forehead and huffed. Then he handed the phone back to me.

“I’m sorry, Fenella. I didn’t mean any harm to you.”

“Yes, you did! Stop pretending you don’t know what terrible consequences will befall me when you force me to complete that damned ad project!” I shouted at him.

“That’s not what I wanted, Fenella. I didn’t expect this to happen at all.” Alan was still defending himself, and I was starting to grow weary of facing him.

“Alright, so what do you really want? It’s clear that there’s another motivation behind all your plans. Do you want to destroy me? Did Amy send you?”

Alan raised his index finger. “That is not true at all.”

“Then what? Do you want to take revenge on me for rejecting you before?” I asked, getting more impatient as I faced him.

“No, Fenella. It’s not like that. Calm down-”

“Aurgh! Enough! I’m sick of you, Clark. I’ve given you compassion, but you’ve taken too much of it!” I stood up and started to walk away from him.

“Wait, Fenella!”

I no longer cared about him. I continued walking towards my mother’s stand, but Alan was apparently following me. My head turned back several times just to check what he was going to do.

He stood up from his chair, put on his shoes, and then walked, limping, after me. My mouth dropped open, and I huffed in displeasure at the sight of him.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

How could he do this? Has he gone mad?!

“Stop, Fenella! I can explain!”

I quickened my pace, nearly running, but Alan insisted on trailing behind me. He walked awkwardly with one red foot. His face grimaced in pain until, suddenly, he stumbled over his own improperly worn shoe.

Alan fell to the ground and groaned in pain. There was no grass to cushion him, and he rolled on the slick ground, howling. People began to turn and point at Alan.

One second, two seconds, three… He still hadn’t gotten up and was groaning in pain on the ground. Honestly, I was truly annoyed with him.

I turned around and approached him. Hastily, I helped him get up and walk.

“I thought you wouldn’t come to help me,” Alan chuckled, although his face immediately contorted in pain.

“You always do this! You always take advantage of my compassion for your own gain. You’re so selfish, don’t you know that?” I snapped at him.

“Yes, I know,” he winced as I helped him back onto the picnic table seat.

Our breaths were heavy in the cold weather. I could see the warm vapor from our mouths. Honestly, Alan was a handful. He was so troublesome with his reckless antics.

“Wait here. I’m going to get you some burn ointment.”

I was afraid he would get an infection, and then he would ask for my responsibility again. Well, I didn’t want to owe him again.

“Please, Fenella. Just listen to me first. The medicine can wait.” Alan grabbed my wrist. He squeezed it tightly and looked me in the eye.

“Please sit down for a moment. I need to explain your misunderstanding.” He pleaded, looking at me earnestly.

I scoffed and finally sat back down in my chair. Damn! He was a seasoned actor! If this was indeed an act, he had successfully deceived me, and the pity that had resided in my heart now poured out for him.

I took a deep breath. This time, I resigned myself and didn’t want to create another cringe-worthy scene that would be laughed at by onlookers. Especially the gossiping mothers who had been watching us since earlier.

“Alright, now explain everything to me. Do not hide a single thing, or I will leave you here alone,” I hissed, threatening him.

“You wouldn’t do that to me. You wouldn’t have the heart to, would you?”

“Believe me, I would.”