Once Upon a Cheesecake

🍽 III: Cheesecakes In Our Hearts 🍮

I met Wesley when I was nineteen.

He was a transferee in our school. Being like a golden boy, almost every girl in the campus fell for his boy-next-door vibe

Sadly, I was not an exemption.
Despite me playing hard-to-get.

Wes pursued me for a year. And being a wallflower, I was not used to having the attention of a jock.

He was this cool campus hearthrob and someone who was born and raised in Canada.

It was, honestly, flattering to have his attention to myself.

The day he asked me to be his girlfriend, he took me to his family's private beach resort.

That day was one of those instagrammable and overly creative moments which naïve girls like me would witlessly fall for.

He had prepared a candlelit pathway, complete with red rose petals on the trail to a romantic candlelit dinner by the shore. Then, there was this flash mob comprised of some friends, family and hired dancers.

With elegant cards to ask his question, Wes opened a small box containing a lovely diamond necklace.

As everyone might have guessed, I gave him my 'yes'.

The party lasted till morning. The next day, we officially became the 'It' couple of our social circle.

During the course of our 'relationship-goals' love life, his mom and my ma grew closer to each other. They were totally sure that Wes and I were a match in heaven.

Hell, even the Feng Shui master said so.

But look at what happened to the perfect match now. And people told me I was wrong for not believing in Feng Shui? No offense to the masters and their believers though.

Five years later and on the same night when Wes proposed marriage to me, he slept with Kate. One of his closest 'friends'.

This was a fact I found out from a severely drunk Nathan during our engagement party last week.

To cut the story short, I ran away to my safe haven that night before we could even finish the party.

The next day, I had cancelled all our wedding plans and shut out all calls from Wesley, Aunt Vivian and even my family.

"Have you lost your mind?"

I turned to face the last person I would ever talk to.

"Regained is a better term."

Wesley looked at me from the top of my head to my feet. His eyes seemed to radiate a kind of anger and hatred that I should be scared of.

But I wasn't.

"Is this what you're trying to do?" He asked, narrowing those gorgeous expressive eyes of his.

Despite loathing the cheater with disgust, I couldn't lie that he was as strikingly handsome as the first time I met him.

"You just want to play hard to get," he sneered.

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. I leaned on the terrace railing.

"Don't flatter yourself."

Wes laughed at that. But the laugh was full of hate and hurt or something inbetween those.

"Ashley Zhang, is this some kind of a sick prank?"

I did not answer and continued to stare at the falling water from the fountain by the gazeebo.