Desperate to claim me, but I've moved on

Kyla's POV

Two weeks later, Vincent and I still hadn't resolved our argument. Vincent didn't speak to me, and neither had I. Ava stopped coming to me for help. Anything she needed, she'd ask Vincent, which wasn't how things were before.

In the past, our arguments never lasted for half a day. Whenever Vincent and I had problems, he'd be the one to try and fix them and apologize. However, this time was different and extremely frustrating. He acted so nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.

One morning, I came out of the room to go and get myself some water to drink when I saw Vincent coming out of Ava's bedroom.

I tilted my head at him and crossed my hands across my torso, demanding an explanation.

"Ava had a fever last night, and I didn't want to trouble you, so I took care of her myself," he explained nonchalantly.

My blood boiled with rage.

"Oh really, why didn't you inform me, I am a healer Vincent" I asked, trying as much as possible to reign my anger.

"What are you talking about, I just told you I didn't want to bother you, plus your healing ability sucks," he said, sounding frustrated.

"You didn't know my healing ability sucks when I have been taking your pain away for the past seven years?" I said, raising my voice.

"Can you hear yourself? I did nothing wrong, I just helped someone who was sick, and you're getting upset about it. Why are you being so paranoid?" He said in disbelief.

I was dumbfounded. Is it true? Am I being paranoid over something so trivial? Does my healing ability sucks? Vincent just walked away and left me standing there.

Last weekend, neither Ava nor Vincent returned home from work, which left me worried. I opted to call his office and ask if they had any idea where they were.

The office informed her that Ava and Vincent had gone to Ava's hometown immediately after work because Ava received news about her mother being ill.

I was burning with rage. Why would Vincent not tell me about this? But I was also worried about Ava's mother and her condition. Two days passed, and none of them replied to my messages, took my calls, or returned them.

On the third night, I walked home to meet the most dreadful sight. Vincent was holding a crying Ava in his arms and stroking her hair gently.

Ava was sobbing into his chest as she said, "Vincent, what do I do? How do I fulfill my mother's dying wish, she is all I have"

"I will help you Ava, I'll marry you if need be," He said, stroking her hair as he placed a kiss on top of her head. They pulled apart a few seconds later and saw me standing at the doorway, dumbfounded.

Vincent walked up to me and pulled me away. Once we had reached the bedroom, he closed the door and turned to look at me.

I snatched my hand away from his and asked. "What the hell was that?" I spat, anger laced in my voice.

Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose and sealed his eyes shut while tilting his head. After a few seconds, he looked me in the eyes and said.

"I'm marrying Ava."

"What?!" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.

"Her mother's sick, and this was her last wish to see her daughter married." He said.

"What is wrong with her mother? Can I see her?" I asked because i was still confused.

"Kayla please...we both know you can't heal her" Vincent cut in immediately, stating that it wasn't an option.

"And so what? You have to be the one who does the good deed?" I asked with spite laced in my voice.

"Her family already thought I was her fiancé, and I wanted to help," he said softly.

"Oh, really, then what is going to happen to me? What is going to happen to us?" I retorted with tears already welling in my eyes.

Vincent took a step closer to me, and I stepped backward, moving away from him.

"Don't touch me," I warned.

"Kyla, please, you're the only one my heart belongs to, I promise I'll marry you after two years. You've waited this long. Two years shouldn't be anything compared to the seven years you've waited, right?" he said, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"No...no you can't do this to me" I shook my head, my tears threatening to escape.

"I'm marrying Ava, and that's final," he concluded.