Chapter 4 Whitney let out a sharp cry from her seat above. Josh had squeezed her hand too hard. Right in front of him, I threw myself into Donald's arms and clung to him as if [belonged there. Josh's fingers tightened, his joints cracking. "Yvette..." Something in his eyes surged, like it was about to break loose. Tooked up at Donald, my voice small and uncertain. "Josh... Who is that?" "Just a friend." Donald pulled me closer, holding me tight like he had just gotten me back after losing me. He kept whispering apologies into my ear, over and over again.

Ishook my head and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Josh, I found you. You have to keep your promise. Even if we didn't save up a hundred thousand, I'll still marry you. And those marks you left... Did you forget already?" Right in front of Josh, Donald did not hide anything. "My marks. Of course, I remember." At that moment, his eyes held only me. The second Donald admitted it, Josh stumbled back. He collapsed into a chair. Whitney widened her eyes in mock surprise, then smiled apologetically. "So, it really is just a misunderstanding. Congratulations in advance.

I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." Maybe Josh really did love Whitney. To marry her, he could use me as a bet without hesitation. He could even sit there in silence while another man took everything that was supposed to be his. That thought crossed my mind. However, I did not care anymore. I smiled and accepted the blessing. Back at the apartment, Josh dragged Donald outside. Thanks to the drafty window, I got to watch everything. Josh's fist slammed into Donald's face. "You hate women? Yeah right. I treated you like my brother, and you slept with my girl!

Donald spat out the blood in his mouth and threw a punch back. He let out an icy laugh. "Your girl? Where were you when she was struggling? Let me remind you. You were out enjoying life with Whitney. And now, you suddenly remember Yvette? Does she even recognize you? Don't forget, in her mind, I'm the real Josh." They traded blow after blow, neither holding back. When they were finally exhausted, both of them collapsed onto the ground, breathing hard. Still, neither admitted defeat. Then, Josh suddenly laughed. "Donald, you're just my stand- in. The name she calls...

It's mine, Josh."" The light in Donald's eyes dimmed. He quietly said that he was aware. After that, neither of them spoke again. One stupid game had trapped them both. Even after beating each other half to death, neither of them brought up telling me the truth. That night, the one who came back was Josh. The bed dipped under his weight, letting out a sharp creak. He stiffened, baring his teeth as he pressed a hand over his wound and lay down. He reached out to pull me into his arms, but frowned the moment he felt the stiff, broken springs beneath him. "This bed is awful.

It's small and cheap." Tsaid calmly, "Don't you like the sound it makes when you hold me? That's what you said back then." That one sentence made his already bruised face flush with heat. He reached for me to pull me into his arms, but I held him back. "You sure you can manage that right now?" His hand froze in midair, then slowly dropped. He looked at me, almost aggrieved. "Aren't you going to ask why we were fighting?" Tlooked back at him. "If it has nothing to do with me, why should Task?"