Engaged to the Heartless Heartbreaker ✔

Chapter 26 - Hate

~~~ Chapter 26 - Hate ~~~

It was a silent travel we had in the country road going back to the palacio. I never spoke, neither did Nigel.

All I felt was the painful twist in my heart. Why was it always like this... painful and unbearable?

We were already approaching the magnificent palacio when I wasn't able to control myself anymore. I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going to explode! I felt wretched and I wanted to cry out loud. And so, I sobbed uncontrollably as I was sitting beside Nigel in the car. I was trembling and shaking until I resolved to hug my body in order to comfort myself...

He had been hurting me so much. Every single person in that ball knew that I was his fiancèe but he kissed that woman! I had never been this humiliated in my whole life! I had learned to forgive him when I saw him making out with Maria Stella because I was the only one who saw it and I could just swallow everything by keeping it a secret to everyone.

But now, it was different. He kissed that bitch in front of those many people who thought that I was his fiancèe!

I wanted to hate him!

Discerning my state, Nigel beside me suddenly drove the car like a madman. I heard the screeching sound of the tires as we entered the opened iron gate.

Just when the car stopped near the patio, I quickly got out of it and managed to stride the patio steps in spite of the length of my gown and heels. Exactly reaching the topmost step, I was absolutely surprised when Nigel gripped one of my arms. So he followed me right away. He didn't even bother to park the car in the garage.

"Is this again one of your dramatic moments?" he stormed off.

I looked at him. Tears generously flowed out from my eyes. Staring at him and flashing back in my mind his kissing scene with Maria Stella and that Adelaida and... probably, with all the other girls he made out with, I became really angry like my blood was boiling, so I hit his chest with my clutch bag.

His dark eyes flashed in shock the moment that the hard little thing hit the upper front part of his body. He was no longer wearing his suit jacket, only his white dress shirt.

Not caring about his reaction, I hit him hard again --- once, twice, then rapid hitting, because I badly wanted him to feel at least a fraction of my pain. My clutch then fell to the ground and what was left was my bare two hands hitting him like a maniac.

Nigel, at first, stood firm and hard on the ground. Yet later he held my shoulders and pressed them with his big hands. "What the hell?" he yelled at me.

"You kissed that bitch!" I said, still hitting him in the chest.

"And so?" His jaw was clenched.

"You can't just kiss anybody, Nigel! I'm your fiancèe!" I cried out.

"So you're jealous?"

"Jealous? Yes, I am jealous! Because you know what? You're mine!"

You're mine! Mine! Mine! Voices around my head kept on repeating the last word as if taunting me.

In an instant, Nigel found my hands so I could stop hitting him. "Really? Wow! How sure are you that I am yours?"

Staring at him and catching my breath, I weeped convulsively. Was he really mine? Did I really have the right to be jealous?

I wasn't able to talk. There was a lump in my throat. All I felt was that I wanted him to be mine only.

"Stop playing like a jealous novia, Althea, because I know exactly what kind of girl you are! You are not as innocent as you claim to be!"