Engaged to the Heartless Heartbreaker ✔

Chapter 27 - Reality

~~~ CHAPTER 27 - REALITY ~~~

He was standing there for minutes, just watching me lying on my bed. In a while, he sat down at my side and brushed away the hairstrands covering my face. After stroking my cheek, he stooped his head down and kissed my right temple. My body shivered at the touch of his lips on my skin.

I opened my eyes and I was blinded by the ray of sunlight through the glass window. He wasn't there; I was just dreaming. It was a nice dream... but, sad to say, it would never happen in reality and I couldn't dwell on dreaming forever.

Still in my gown, I lay on my bed not caring about the time the wall clock was showing. It was almost lunch time. But I still didn't feel the need to get up. I felt so shattered I couldn't move.

Well, I wasn't able to sleep immediately when my body found the bed last night. All the things that happened in the gala ball, most especially, the things that happened in the patio and in the living room with Nigel flashed in my mind over and over again like a slide show.

Last night, I made a very important decision.

Both of us kept on proving to each other our side --- me trying to prove my love, him trying to prove that I wasn't the right girl for him. Well, Nigel won it and I lost it. He hated me and I still couldn't understand why. He said I was the most hateful person in the world and it was like a dagger pierced into my chest.

He regarded me as an easy-to-get slut trying to tempt every guy I met. Of all the things he said, that was the most painful of all, too hurtful to bear that I felt so low.

So, why should I still have to insist myself on this stupidity? Well, it was still NOT late for me to open my eyes to reality, was it?

Love couldn't be forced.

Starting today, I was to let him go... and letting him go means letting him do whatever he wanted to do with his life without me.

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Still lying on my left side, I rubbed my eyes, dried with tears, and I saw something on the bedside table --- my silver clutch bag.

I remembered how I hit his chest with it.

Oh, but I remembered dropping it on the patio floor. I left it there, yes! So who brought it here?

One of the maids, perhaps?

I finally decided to rise up and sat on the side of my bed. I took my clutch bag and a small piece of paper fell to the floor. I thought for a while before picking it up.

Was it a note?

I then bent down my body to pick that piece of paper on the floor. It took me minutes before it occurred to me who wrote that note.

It said:

Let's talk some other time.
Nigel

Talk? How dare he said the word talk! How about the word sorry?

Oh, how could I forget that the word sorry was not even found in his vocabulary?

So it was he who put the clutch on my bedside table. He sneaked in here while I was asleep. I shivered at the thought of him in my room. I still couldn't get over what he did to me last night. It was horrible and the thought of him and me in the same room suffocated me.

I stood up and went to the vanity mirror. Slumping my butt on the chair in front of that mirror, I stared at myself and I had discovered how ugly I had become, with the mascara and the rest of my make-up smeared all over my face. I really looked like a shattered princess.