They put every obstacle in our way to tear us apart, but fate did everything to bring us back together. Although we were blind about our love, fate knew we belonged together all along.
W.O.W: "Do you think it's posible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?" - Tyler Knott Gregson
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Valeria P.O.V.
"Ms. Valeria, your food will get cold if you do not eat it." Brice, my butler said as I sat at the edge of the dinner table.
"I am waiting for my husband, Brice." I said as I took a slip from my glass of wine.
"I am sorry Ms. Valeria but Sir. Esteban will not be joining you tonight. He had a meeting in the office and has to stay late." Brice looked at me with sympathetic eyes, as if he understood my misfortune.
"Of course he does." I scoffed as I put my glass of wine down on the table. "He will miss tonight and every other night." I said standing up from my chair. "I have lost my appetite and I am very tired. Tell Martha to forgive me for not being able to eat her wonderful dinner tonight. I will see you guys in the morning." I said as I started making my way to the stairs.
Two years. It has been two years since my engagement with Esteban. He and I were engaged three days after his arrival from Europe and we were immediately married four months after our engagement. We granted our fathers wishes as he took over half of my father's company and I took his last name. We were lashed together for business and family purposes.
Although Esteban and I were married we didn't have the happily ever after people assume we did. When Esteban found out about our arrange marriage he was furious. He even tried going back to Europe, but his father put his foot down. He told Esteban he would marry me and that would be final. Of course Esteban being the twenty year-old he was, he did not want to be forced into marriage. But his dad wanted the best for him as well and did not give him a choice. And just like how our fathers wanted—we were married four months later.
I also wasn't all in on being forced into marriage either, but unlike me—Esteban had a reason. He had a girl back in Europe who he had met and fallen completely in love with. He was going to ask her out when she was to visit a month after Esteban came back from Europe. Rumor was that he actually really liked her and was finally going to tell her how he really felt. Only those plans were completely destroyed when my family and I got involved. Which became the main reason why Esteban hated us. Esteban is completely unhappy to be related to such a disgusting family as he calls us. He hates us for ruining his life. Which I can't blame him because sometimes I'm disappointed in the decision my parents made too.
When Esteban and I got married my father gifted us a house of our own. A house where Esteban and I would lived as a married couple for the eye of the public—only we were two completely strangers living with each other. Never once have Esteban and I ever shared a husband and wife moment. We'd be lucky if we even say hello to each other, but that doesn't happen much either. By the time I get up in the morning, Esteban has already gone to work and well—he's not one to make it to dinner either. We live in our own worlds without sharing moments. Of course I have tried to make conversation with him and I have even tried to be a wife to him, but he shuts it down immediately. He leaves whenever I enter—to say he hates me is an understatement.
You see, Esteban believed that I could've changed my father's decision about our marriage. He believes I was always a daddy's little girl and if I would have said that I didn't want to marry him, then they would've understood. But I stood quiet and let our fathers marry us to join two prestigious businesses and families.
Flashback
"Valeria, they want to marry us! Tell them you don't wish to be married to me!" Esteban yelled frustrated.
"I can't." I said calmly looking straight ahead as I sat on a bench in my garden.
"To hell you can't?! Look, I know you don't want to get married and neither do I, so just tell them, please." He begged.
"Why don't you tell them?" I said still looking straight ahead when the sun was coming down.
"I have already tried, but they won't listen! You have to tell them." His voice beginning to crack.
"What makes you think they will listen to me?" I said watching the sunset.
"Because you're daddy's girl. Adam will not marry you to me if you say you don't want tobe married. You can make this all go away. You can end it." He said with a happier tone.
"I am sorry, Esteban. I can not do what you are asking me to do." I said finally turning my eyes to look at him.
"What do you mean you can't?! You're suppose to be my friend, aren't you?! Besides, I don't love you and I especially don't want to be married to you!" Esteban yelled furiously.
"I am sorry Esteban, but this is what my father wants." I stood up and started walking away from him and into my house.
"I can't believe you! You were never really my friend! I hate you!" That was the last thing I heard him say to me as a tear slid down my cheek.
End of Flashback
I quickly shook the memory out of my head and continued my way up the stairs. I quietly descended my way into my room as if I wanted to be quieter than the depressing silence of my house—like if I wanted to beat it.
I opened the door to my room and changed into a more comfortable outfit. I slid on a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. I took a seat on the floor next to the balcony window and sighed as I patiently began to wait for my husband's arrival.
Every night I wait by the window to make sure that Esteban makes it home safely. After I see him drive in through the window , I am able to peacefully go to sleep. I still like to make sure my husband makes it home safely. Of course, I do this without him knowing I genuinely do care for him, but if I were to show him this—I would look weak.
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"Hi God, it is me again. First off, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to live another day. I also wanted to thank you for granting my parents another day, especially my dad. Although Esteban sees him as the bad guy, he is not. He was just trying to look out for us—himself included. But I just wanted to ask you for something. Why can't I be loved? Why can't someone love me the way I love others. I married Esteban because my parents believed he was the one, but this marriage has been nothing but unfair to me. So what if—just what if my parents were wrong? What if Esteban isn't the one and my real one is somewhere out there in this great big world? What if we have tried so hard, without really belonging to each other. Because I am tired of not being loved. I am tired of my husband being a complete stranger. Because in my book this is not how it was suppose to be. So please help me. Please, help me file for divorce if he is not the one. Or help me hold on a little longer until the time is right." I prayed.
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End Note: Hello! So this is the first chapter. I hope you guys like it and give this book a chance. Let the predictions of the book float through your head and his you feel like sharing, feel free to comment. Thank you guys!
