Today was supposed to be different.
I had planned to remarry Elizabeth after she won and have a big wedding for her.
Even though we never officially ended our relationship, I wanted her heart to be mine again, fully and without reservation
The diamond ring in my pocket was supposed to be the start of a new chapter for us.
But now, as I watched them, that hope crumbled.
They weren’t embracing or kissing, but their eyes–those eyes betrayed everything.
The way they looked at each other, with warmth and intensity, was something only long time lovers could share.
It was a gaze that spoke volumes, filled with unspoken words and deep–seated emotions.
A wave of humiliation surged through me, burning in my chest like a fire that wouldn’t be quenched.
Frustration, loss, a bitter cocktail of emotions gnawed at my pride, at my very dignity,
I wanted to turn and walk away, to never look back, to never speak to her again.
But a part of me, the part that still held onto the belief that Elizabeth cared for me, kept me rooted to the spot.
The smiles she had given me, the words she spoke, the times we shared–they were real, weren’t they?
The warmth, the concern, the kisses–they had to be real.
I decided to wait a little longer.
Maybe Elizabeth would see me, would offer some explanation that would make sense of all this.
I was willing to forgive, always willing when it came to her.
I just needed her to acknowledge me, to reassure me that what we had wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
But I waited for what felt like an eternity.
And in that time, my heart grew cold, as cold as the night air around me.
Elizabeth never looked at me. Her eyes stayed on Rolin, and she seemed agitated, even crying.
Then, to add salt to the wound, Rolin reached out and touched her face, an intimate gesture that made my blood boil.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
The humiliation was too much.
Without a word, I turned on my heel and walked away, my steps quickening with each stride.
The farther I got from them, the deeper the humiliation burrowed into my soul, spreading like a poison.
My heart felt like it was being twisted by an invisible knife, each step driving it deeper.
When I reached the entrance of the academy I headed straight for my car.
I leaned down into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and with a furious blast of the accelerator, sped off into the night.
I had no destination in mind, no plan.
I just drove, needing to escape the torment in my mind, the image of Elizabeth and Rolin seared into my thoughts.
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Chapter 110
I drove until the familiar sight of the villa came into view,
It was the place we once called home together.
I parked the car, got out, and pulled a cigarette from my pocket.
As I lit it, I took a deep drag, the smoke filling my lungs.
I exhaled slowly, the thin white smoke curling into the night air.
Ever since I started picking up and dropping off Elizabeth, I had made it a habit to step out of the car when I smoked, so the scent wouldn’t cling to the
seats.
It was a subconscious habit, one of many little things I did for her.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I suddenly raised my hand and slammed it into the tree next to me. Pain shot through my hand as my knuckles split, blood seeping from the wound. The sharp sting was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside me.
I had everything a man could want–money, power, influence.
Anything I desired, I could obtain.
But the one thing I could never seem to grasp, no matter how hard I tried, was Elizabeth’s heart.
I couldn’t have it, and I couldn’t let it go.
It was a curse, one that I had been living with for far too long.
I took out the box with the diamond ring. Now, what do I do with it?
In the end, I didn’t have the heart to throw it
away.
I sighed, and put the ring back in my pocket.
When I finally entered the house, the first thing that caught my eye was the massive wedding photo hanging on the wall.
It was taken on the day we first got married, a day that should have been the happiest of our lives.
In the photo, I had my arm around Elizabeth’s waist, and we were both smiling, a picture of pure joy and love.
But now, as I stared at it, all I could see was the irony.
That happiness seemed like a distant memory, something that had slipped through my fingers long ago.
With a surge of anger, I stepped forward, grabbed the photo, and ripped it from the wall.
Without a second thought, I hurled it into the den, the sound of glass shattering echoing through the empty house.
The sight of it lying there, broken, felt like a reflection of my own shattered heart.
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