Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Chapter 34  Revenge?

Sarah, completely unaware of the full history between Noah and her daughter, stammered, her hands trembling slightly. "Uh... well, Noah was just—"

Layla cut her off, her voice growing louder. "Noah, do you want to get back together?" There was a mixture of disbelief and a strange hope in her tone, though it seemed forced.

Noah blinked, surprised by the sudden question, but his response was quick and firm. "No, Layla. That\'s not why I\'m here."

Sarah looked at him, bewildered, her confusion deepening as she glanced back and forth between them. "Get back together?" she whispered to herself, her mind reeling. What does she mean? Layla had only ever mentioned Noah as a friend. "You\'re not friends anymore?"

Layla scoffed bitterly, shaking her head. "Friends? No, Mom, Noah was my boyfriend. We dated."

Sarah\'s eyes widened in shock, flickering between her daughter and Noah. "Boyfriend?" she repeated, the word foreign and impossible to process. "Why didn\'t you tell me?" she asked Noah, her voice trembling, hurt creeping into her expression.

Noah sighed, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "We weren\'t really together, Sarah. We never even held hands," he said, turning toward Layla. "It\'s all in her head. She made me believe something that was never real. I don\'t know why she keeps saying I was her boyfriend. I think she has a mental illness, I think you need to take her to a psychiatrist"

Layla\'s eyes narrowed, her anger flashing. "What are you talking about, Noah? We were together!"

"No, we weren\'t, Layla," Noah said firmly. "You toyed with me. I\'m sure you enjoyed those study sessions with Mark. We were never really anything."

Layla hearing this, her face became flushed as she realised Noah knew what she had been doing.

Sarah\'s face went pale, her heart sinking as the truth unravelled in front of her. She stood there, speechless, her mind racing through the implications. "Is that why he\'s with me now?" she wondered. "Is this all just a revenge on Layla?"

A tear slipped down her cheek as the self-doubt, the fears of being too old, too wrong for Noah, began to flood her thoughts. She took a small step back, her breath shallow as she whispered, "Is that why you\'re here?"

Noah\'s eyes widened in horror as he realized what Sarah was thinking. "No, Sarah," he said quickly, stepping toward her. "It\'s not like that. I swear. I\'m here because I care about you."

But Sarah couldn\'t hear him. Her mind was spiraling, her chest tight as the insecurities she had been trying to push down surfaced with brutal force. She looked away, her vision blurring with tears.

Layla, still simmering with her own emotions, saw the panic on her mother\'s face and felt an unexpected surge of guilt.

She wasn\'t sure what was happening between her mom and Noah, but she could see the impact it was having on Sarah. "Leave, Noah," she said coldly, trying to regain control of the situation.

Noah hesitated, torn between wanting to stay and help Sarah and respecting her space. He took a step closer, his voice gentle. "Sarah, please..."

But Sarah held up her hand, stopping him. "Do as Layla said. I need time... I just need time." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was clear.

Noah stared at her for a moment, his heart aching as he saw the pain in her eyes. Reluctantly, he nodded and turned toward the door. As he left, he glanced one last time at Sarah. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving Sarah and Layla standing in the echo of what had just happened.

Layla, now filled with her own mix of emotions, turned to her mom, her voice shaking slightly. "Mom, I... I—"

But Sarah raised her hand, signalling her to stop, her face emotionless. "Not now, Layla," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked towards her room, her steps slow and heavy, like she was carrying the weight of everything that had just unfolded.

Layla stood frozen in place, dumbfounded. Her mind raced, processing the whirlwind of emotions and truths that had just come crashing down. She had lied about Noah being her boyfriend—she knew that. Deep down, she had never taken their relationship seriously, but the idea of Noah being with her mom was something she simply couldn\'t wrap her head around.

How could this be? she thought, her heart pounding in disbelief. Layla\'s mind spun with a mixture of anger, confusion, and jealousy. She stared at the closed door of her mother\'s room, her thoughts circling the same question. Noah and Mom? n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It didn\'t seem real. The notion of Noah, the guy she had once toyed with and pushed aside, being with her own mother—it was too much to handle.

The image of him standing in the kitchen of her own house flashed in her mind. Layla clenched her fists. "How did it come to this?"

Meanwhile...

Noah walked along the dimly lit streets, his breath turning into small puffs of steam in the cold air.

The chill bit at his skin, but he barely felt it—his mind was lost in a fog of frustration and confusion. He knew what had just happened at Sarah\'s house wasn\'t going to be easy to fix.

The weight of Sarah\'s emotions, the look of disbelief in her eyes when she found out, and the way she had dismissed him before he could explain—all of it settled heavily on his heart.

"Damn it, Layla," he thought, his teeth clenching as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.

"You toyed with me first, played your games, and now you\'re ruining something real for me."

He could still see the way Layla had looked at him with that mixture of jealousy and bitterness. Her mere presence had turned everything upside down in seconds. She had always been unpredictable, but this was different. The way she tried to twist the situation made his stomach churn.

"How could you be so cruel to your own mother? The woman who raised you, took care of you through everything..." His pace quickened, boots scuffing against the concrete, as his anger simmered just beneath the surface.

"If we had actually been together—held hands, gone on real dates—I would understand. I wouldn\'t even argue. I\'d walk away from Sarah out of respect for the past. But that wasn\'t us. We were never a thing. You lied, and now you\'re ruining this, too."

He sighed deeply, the sound almost lost in the cold breeze that blew through the empty streets. He hadn\'t even begun to process what Sarah must be feeling. How could she reconcile her own attraction to Noah with this newfound piece of information?

She has good morals, he reminded himself. "This isn\'t something she\'d easily accept." He knew the road ahead wasn\'t going to be simple.

Sarah would need time, and he wasn\'t sure how much of it he had before she shut him out completely.

He stopped for a moment, looking up at the darkened sky. "I just wanted to make her happy," he muttered to himself, his breath fogging up in the cold air.

"Now it feels like it\'s all falling apart."

[Ding! -10 Affection From Sarah]

[Ding! -10 Affection From Sarah]

[Ding! -5 Affection From Sarah]

[Sarah\'s Affection: 55/100]

Looking at the rapid decrease in affection from Sarah, Noah\'s heart sank. Each notification felt like a physical blow, like watching something precious slip through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Damn it!!" he shouted, his voice tearing through the quiet night as he stared up at the bright moon. It hung in the sky, glowing with a soft, illuminating light that cast long shadows across the empty street. The moon\'s silver rays washed over him, illuminating everything with a cold, distant beauty, while inside, Noah felt nothing but chaos.

The glow of the moon seemed indifferent, uncaring—a witness to his silent suffering. It bathed the world in calm light, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions twisting inside him. His frustration, his heartache, his helplessness—they all collided in that single moment, pouring out into the night air, but the world remained still. The moon kept shining, cold and distant, just like Sarah\'s affection now felt.

Noah\'s breath came out in heavy clouds, mixing with the chill of the night as he stood there, motionless. The breeze swept past him, brushing against his skin, but it couldn\'t numb the ache in his chest. He felt like he was standing in the middle of an empty world, illuminated by the moon\'s cruel light, watching as everything he cared about drifted further and further away.

His mind raced, replaying every moment he had spent with Sarah, how close they had become, how much she had meant to him. And now, with just a few words, with Layla\'s presence, it was all crumbling. He was no longer the man Sarah trusted, the one she smiled at. He was a stranger again, and it tore him apart.

Noah clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as the weight of it all bore down on him. The moon above, so bright, felt like it was mocking him, shining a light on all the things he couldn\'t fix.

How could he explain? How could he make her understand? That his past with Layla was a lie, a mistake he never meant to carry into this new part of his life. He wasn\'t the villain in this story but in Sarah\'s eyes...

Staring up at the glowing moon, Noah\'s throat tightened, and he muttered softly, "I\'m losing her…" His words were swallowed by the stillness of the night, heard only by the indifferent light that shone down, offering no comfort, no answer. Just silence.

At that moment, Noah felt completely alone. Alone with his thoughts, his regret, and the cold, unwavering light of the moon.

Noah muttered under his breath, "And the system didn\'t activate..." He glanced at the notifications again, feeling the weight of them, but no new prompts or helpful guidance appeared. "It seems like... it\'s something I have to come to terms with myself."

He sighed deeply, his breath visible in the cold air as he lowered his gaze from the moon. The system, which had always nudged him toward success, had gone silent when he needed it most. There was no quick fix, no simple solution to mend the fracture between him and Sarah.

His shoulders slumped as he shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling the loneliness of the night wrap around him like a heavy cloak. Each step he took echoed softly on the empty street as he began walking home, the cool breeze brushing against his skin, reminding him of the harsh reality ahead.

He didn\'t have answers this time. He didn\'t have control. All he had was the aching truth in his heart and the realization that some things couldn\'t be solved by a system or a shortcut.

With another sigh, Noah continued down the dimly lit path, heading home, alone with his thoughts and the quiet sadness that lingered in the air.

Arriving home, Noah was greeted by darkness. The house was eerily quiet, its usual warmth replaced by a cold emptiness that seemed to mirror the loneliness he felt inside. The only sound was the soft thud of his footsteps against the floor, echoing faintly through the stillness.

When he reached his room, he didn\'t bother turning on the light. He slumped onto his bed, fully clothed, his body heavy with exhaustion—not from the physical effort but from the emotional weight that had settled over him. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, tracing the familiar patterns in the plaster that seemed to blur in the dim light.

His nightly routine—brushing his teeth, changing into something more comfortable, —felt distant, irrelevant. He simply didn\'t have the energy or the will to care. His mind was too clouded, swirling with the events of the night, with Sarah, with Layla, with the cruel twist of fate that had thrown his world into disarray.

All he could do was lie there, unmoving, the stillness of the room pressing down on him like a weight.

As Noah lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, time seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Each second dragged into an eternity, the silence of the night only amplifying his restless thoughts. His body felt heavy, pinned down by the weight of his emotions, and sleep evaded him entirely.

Hours passed, though he barely noticed. Then, faint sunlight began to creep into the room, casting long shadows across the floor. The first rays of dawn broke through the curtains and hit his face, pulling him from his daze.

He blinked, groggy but not rested, and muttered to himself, "It seems like it\'s morning." The words felt hollow as he stared into the soft morning light, knowing he had barely slept at all.

"Time to get ready for school," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. His body moved on autopilot, feeling detached from his thoughts as he dragged himself out of bed.

He shuffled toward the bathroom, the cool tiles under his feet sending a brief shiver up his spine. As he turned on the faucet, the rush of cold water hitting his hands jolted him slightly awake. He splashed the water on his face, hoping it would wash away the remnants of the previous night.

Staring at his reflection, he could see the tiredness in his eyes. "Just another day," he whispered to himself, trying to shake off the heaviness that lingered over him.