My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 41

Christina

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, but my grief didn't lessen. I attended classes regularly as the finals were approaching, and I didn't want to spoil my record. 

Dad was dead, and all I could do was accept the fact and move on. That was precisely what I did. I should have gotten used to people leaving me by now, but it still hurts like a bitch every time. 

I was the one who pushed Logan away this time, but I didn't regret it. No matter what I felt for him, I would never want him to be with me just out of pity. He didn't contact me after that day either. 

It was my last day at UCL. I would be a graduate in Architecture soon. I even had an internship at the best Architecture firm in England, and now my focus was to complete it and get admitted to the Master's program. 

Logan had been an inspiration for me. I always wanted to be like him, and hence, I chose the same field as him. When I had told Dad I wanted to apply for a Graduate Program in Architecture, he had just stared at me for a few moments in silence with a thoughtful expression on his face and had agreed to it. 

He knew about Logan and me being friends. Dad initially encouraged me to ask for help from Logan when I had been struggling to adjust at school. I was sure he understood the reason behind my choice to be an architect, and he had permitted me gladly. 

"What will you be wearing tonight, My Lady?" Debbie asked as she stepped into my room after knocking. 

"Do we have an event?" I asked, surprised. 

I didn't remember anything on my calendar for today. I barely attended any formal events in the circle, and I was sure not many people were aware of my existence. Dad used to go everywhere alone once when Marie had suggested he take me along when I came of age. He had politely declined that he didn't want the media hounding me. 

He was a successful politician. A member of the House of Commons for the fourth time. He had dedicated his whole life to his business and his political career. 

"We will be having guests over dinner," the maid's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.  

"Do I know who it is?" I inquired, closing the book I was reading. 

"My pardon, My Lady, but I am unaware of the guest's identity. You will need to ask the Duchess," Debbie referred to my aunt. 

I had been staying with my Uncle Edward Williams, who had taken up the title of the Duke after Dad's death. Uncle Edward was a few years younger than Dad and had lived in Scotland for most of his life. His wife, Aunt Anne, was Scottish and didn't like London much. 

They had only shifted here a few years ago when their sons started attending the University. I only met them and my cousins at Christmas. When they came down to Clairings, there was always tension between Dad and Uncle Edward. They barely spoke to each other and tolerated each other's presence. 

It was not until later that Marie informed me Dad disapproved of his marriage to Aunt Anne. She never told me why, and I couldn't find it myself. Aunt Anne seemed to be a nice woman. She was polite and caring. I never understood why Dad didn't like Uncle Edward marrying her. 

Despite Dad's cold behavior, Uncle Edward was always good to me. He used to pamper me with a lot of gifts, and he was the one who had taught me horse riding. We had horses at Clairings, but neither my Grandmother nor Dad allowed me to learn to ride. 

It was during one of the holidays when Uncle Edward was teaching his sons to ride, and I was watching them fascinated. He asked me if I wanted to learn, and I agreed immediately. Uncle Edward gifted me a filly for Christmas the following year. It was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on. 

She was white, and her mane was longer than any horse I had seen. Her eyes were the color of molten gold, and she was more intelligent than any other horses I had ever encountered. I named her Athena after the Greek Goddess of wisdom and war. 

"My Lady?" Debbie's voice sounded again. 

"Just take out something formal, Debbie, make sure it isn't flashy," I instructed her. 

Debbie was my personal maid. She helped me with almost everything. She was in her late thirties and was polite and gentle. She had followed me to my Uncle's house after I moved in with them. I had wanted to live in my Dad's townhouse but Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne wouldn't take it. They insisted I live with them as my cousins were at their universities most of the year. 

"Would My Lady want me to run a bath for her?" Debbie inquired as she walked out of the closet with a pale blue dress in her hand. 

"No, I will take a quick shower," I replied, then headed towards the bathroom. 

Debbie followed me and helped me undress. She ensured I had everything I would need, then stepped back into the room while I took a shower. When I walked out with a towel wrapped around my body, she blow-dried my hair and then polished the nails on my fingers and toes in matching nail paint as my dress. 

I dropped the towel after she finished my hair and makeup, and Debbie helped me into my lacy lingerie and the dress. She sprayed my favorite perfume as I checked my reflection in the mirror. 

Perfect, as always. 

Debbie was a blessing in the form of a maid. I couldn't imagine my life without her. She was with me for the past five years and would understand what I needed without me even saying a word. 

"Thanks, Debbie," I thanked her as she picked up lint from my dress and smoothed the fabric with her hand. 

"My pleasure, Lady Christina," she smiled at me and stepped aside. 

"Will you need anything else, My Lady?" 

"No, just inform me when the guest arrives, and I will come downstairs," I dismissed Debbie with a nod. 

She left, and I checked my cell out of habit. There were no texts or emails. No one texted me regularly. I didn't have any friends, and the few classmates that I knew were not close enough to call or text me. 

I knew people called me names behind my back, like snobbish or rude, but the truth was I was extremely shy. For me, it had never been easy to approach people and develop a friendship with them. If not for Logan, I would never have known what a friend is. 

I felt a constriction in my chest at the reminder of Logan. No matter how much I tried to avoid thinking about him, his name would pop up in my mind now and again. I started playing Candy Crush on my cell to kill time, and after maybe half an hour, someone knocked on the door of my room. 

 It was Debbie, she had come to inform me about the arrival of the guest. I tossed my cell on my bed and stood up to leave. I felt like Debbie wanted to say something, but when she remained silent and followed me downstairs, I shook away my thoughts. 

Debbie parted ways at the foot of the stairs, and I headed towards the living room. 

"Lady Christina," the doorman announced my arrival as he opened the living room door for me. 

The moment my eyes landed on the person sitting in the living room and my Uncle's family, my breath caught in my lungs. 

Logan? 

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