The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 82: Deal breaker

Chapter 82: Deal breaker

"Marcus," Vincent whispered, staring blankly at the name on the screen. "Why are you messaging her?"

Vincent tried to open the message, but her phone needed a passcode. He tried the old passcode he knew, but it failed. He tried again, but again, it failed.

"Did she change the passcode?" he muttered, his irritation growing. "Why did she change it? What is she hiding?"

Vincent tried again, but when it failed again, a countdown appeared on the screen until he could try again. He had always known the passcode for her phone, even though he never borrowed it. Fil never gave him a reason to check her phone. Moreover, he respected her privacy.

But he never heard her saying she changed her passcode.

"Marcus..." Vincent ground his teeth, his face twitching, his mind running wild. "Don’t tell me he’s hitting on her behind my back?"

A ridiculing scoff escaped him, reminded of how Marcus looked at Fil that night. They had been best friends. Therefore, they knew each other deeply. Vincent knew whenever Marcus found someone attractive, he would strip the woman with his eyes. That was what Vincent believed he saw that night in Marcus’ eyes while staring at Fil. Which explained his reaction, even though he knew nothing was going on between them.

But this message...

Vincent clasped Fil’s phone tightly, grinding his teeth angrily. His eyes were on fire, miffed at the thought of his best friend making advances on Fil.

"I’m going to kill him," he mumbled as his face darkened, itching to throw his fist and teach Marcus a lesson. "How dare he...?"

As the fire burning in Vincent’s chest consistently blazed up, he didn’t notice that Fil was watching him from the turn, heading into the restroom. She leaned her back against the wall, staring in his direction coldly.

"What a sight to behold," she whispered, eyes glinting without remorse. "But this isn’t enough because ’men’s stuff’ still can fix it."

Fil glanced at the spare phone in her hand, smirking. The screen showed a message log to the number of the phone she left on the table. There was nothing in the message log aside from the dot she sent just now.

She leisurely kept her spare phone tucked in her small purse, peeling her back from the wall. She approached their table and stopped a few steps. The layer of frost over her face slowly melted away, replaced by a curious one.

"Vin?" she called, brows furrowed. "Why are you holding my phone?"

Vincent slowly lifted his fiery eyes on her. "Why is Marcus messaging you?" his voice was low but intimidating.

"Marcus?" Fil furrowed her brows, sitting on her chair again. "I don’t know?"

"You don’t know?"

"Mhm." She nodded. "It’s probably a mistake. Or an accidental message."

"Show it." Vincent stretched his arm to her, shaking the phone in front of her. "Let me see what you guys have been talking about."

"Vincent, what are you insinuating?"

"Why did you change your passcode? What are you hiding, hmm?" Not listening to her, Vincent ordered through his gritted teeth. "Open it, or I’ll go to him and force him instead."

Her lips curved down deeply, not pleased by his tone. "I’m not doing anything wrong."

"Then why don’t you want to show it to me?"

"Because that means you don’t trust me."

Vincent didn’t back down despite her argument. His anger was slowly consuming him and the ideas in his mind were pushing him on the edge. Unless he confirmed it himself, he wouldn’t foolishly trust her words alone.

"Open it," he repeated in a stern voice. "If you’re not hiding anything, then open it."

"Hah." Fil scoffed in ridicule, snatching her phone in his hand. Before she unlocked the phone, Fil had to speak her mind. "I didn’t change the passcode; it’s still our anniversary, but sure. I’ll open it for you. But let me tell you one thing. Once I open this, I don’t want to see your face for now."

Hesitation flickered in his eyes upon her warning. However, that wasn’t enough for him. He needed reassurance. A proof. After a moment of a staring competition, he watched her put on the passcode.

It was their anniversary date.

And the reason he was wrong the first time was because he messed up the date. He input 28 instead of 18. But, hadn’t they been celebrating their anniversary on the 28th?

"Here." Fil tossed the phone on the table, showing a dot message from Marcus. "Are you happy now?"

Vincent gazed down, catching some old messages months ago. He only read the short exchange months ago, and it was about a favor Marcus asked of her. Vincent was aware of that. And the message now was just...a dot.

It was an accidental message.

Confirming that there didn’t seem to be something going on between her and Marcus, Vincent calmed down. He heaved a sigh of relief as if a thorn was plucked out of his throat. But his relief was short-lived when Fil suddenly snatched her phone once again.

"If you’re satisfied, then good for you." Fil rose from her seat, glaring at him. "I can’t believe that after all these years, you still don’t trust me, Vincent."

"Fil."

Fil didn’t idle as she walked out on him. Vincent, on the other hand, winced. He clicked his tongue and hurriedly followed her. When they left the establishment, he jogged faster and reached for her arm. He pulled her back, making her spin to face him.

"Fil, I’m sorry, okay!?" he expressed in exasperation. "It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t trust the people around you."

"The people around me are your people," she stressed. "My world... is surrounded by your people. Are you saying you don’t trust your own people?"

"Fil, it’s not like that."

"Then, what is it?" Fil scoffed, holding her breath until her neck turned taut. "Let go of me. I don’t want to see you for now."

"Fil."

"Vincent, let go," she repeated, this time firmer. "Mistaking our anniversary date is something I can overlook. I understand you’re busy and you sometimes mix up dates. But questioning my loyalty? Even after making you my world? Vincent, you should’ve slapped me because this is more insulting and hurtful than a strike in the face."

Fil forcibly pulled her arm from his grip, glaring daggers at him. "Let’s end this."

"What?"

"If trust is no longer in this relationship, I think it’s time we both consider letting go of each other," she said, massaging her wrist as his grip was tighter than expected. "You know how big trust is for me. You know that and yet you still made a decision to hurt me, despite giving you the chance."

"Don’t show your face to me. I don’t want to see you," she added firmly before turning on her heel, hailing a cab, and leaving without looking back.

Vincent remained in his spot, ruffling his hair in irritation. He clicked his tongue, watching the cab speed away. What she said was true. Trust was a big thing for Fil. It was a deal breaker for her, and what he did put the trust in their relationship to the test.

"Ah, god..." he ruffled his hair once more, resting his hand on his hip. "This is the first time she broke up with me. She’s not serious, is she? Ah, damn it!"

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