You're Mine, Forever

You're Mine, Forever ~ Chapter 40

I was quite relieved when I reached the airport and thankful that Marceau wasn't the driver who brought me there. It would be difficult to explain things with him once he started prying.

I started pulling my Louis Vuitton trolley bag and headed for the counter, good thing international airports has english sign boards.

Ignoring the stares I got from the people who thought I was a freak who wore a huge sunglasses that covered almost half of my face at night, I immediately fell in line.

When it was my turn, the ticketing officer stared at me for a while. She must have noticed I tried to control myself not to cry infront of her.

"It's your lucky day, madame", she said, with perfect english and without a trace of a french accent.

"E-excuse me?", I said in a croaked voice.

"As our chance and last passenger, I'm going to give you a good seat. You're going to be in first class. You don't have to pay for the upgrade", she smiled widely at me.

God I must look so pitiful for her to offer me that.

"Thank you", I said, sniffed and wiped my tears with my gloved hand. At least she gave me a bit of a privacy when I was seated there.

The hotel management informed me that they were only able to book a flight for me in the economy section for most of the flights were full due to the fact that a storm was coming to the city by tomorrow. I couldn't fly with Eric's private plane for he was the one who flew us here, and I didn't want to see him.

"Madame, is there anything else I can help you with?"

I was pressed out from my reverie.

"No, thank you", I reached over and grasped her hand, "You've helped enough", I smiled sadly at her, took my passport and boarding pass.

And as I was boarding the plane, it felt like I left my heart in Paris.

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When I reached his house, I immediately went to the bedroom and started gathering my old stuff back.

I left the hotel without a note.

I made up my mind.

I'm leaving him.

He lied to me. I couldn't trust him.

And I wasn't...

I wasn't the woman of his dreams.

I left the phone he gave me at the hotel and some of the things I bought in my haste to get back here.

By now he must have known I flew home without him, he must be in the hotel already. He must had seen the mess I left there.

He couldn't fly his private plane because of the storm, thank God for that, he was stuck there. That gave me ample time to leave.

The phone in our bedroom kept blaring. I didn't answer and ignored it.

When my ears started ringing, I pulled the plug off and continued gathering my old clothes. The clothes that I brought with me when I first came into his house.

He might be calling to confront me about ruining the painting he made of his precious Portia.

I cried while I removed the engagement and wedding rings he gave me from my finger.

This wasn't a marriage of love but a marriage in a consented blackmail.

He forced me and I let him.

I wouldn't deny it any longer and I wouldn't lie anymore. The reason why I married him was because I loved him.