4—Love After Heartbreak

Georgia dropped Anna off at the mansion, saving her the trouble and extra expense of getting a taxi.

Anna thanked her before getting out, but Georgia still looked at her with that same worried expression she’d been wearing ever since Anna told her everything.

Anna didn’t blame her. After everything that had happened, she probably looked like someone who needed to be watched.

The moment she stepped inside, exhaustion hit her hard.

She didn’t have the strength to explain anything to the maids, and she definitely didn’t want to see that look of pity on their faces. She had spent enough of the day feeling sorry for herself. She wasn’t going to stand there and let anyone else feel sorry for her too.

So instead of going upstairs to her bedroom, she quietly walked into the guest room, changed her clothes, and fell onto the bed.

She needed to be alone.

She needed to breathe.

Most importantly, she needed to avoid Jacob.

She slept and woke up around nine at night. Surprisingly, she felt a little better. Her heart was still heavy, and the pain hadn’t magically disappeared while she slept, but at least she could breathe without feeling like something was crushing her chest.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, staring at the floor.

Whatever happened next in her life, she would have to face it alone.

She had no one. Not even her family. She couldn’t go back to them. When she was still in Indonesia and tried to patch things up, they made it clear she was no longer considered their daughter.

She believe she was alone in this, even if Georgia decides

She got up and walked upstairs to the bedroom to collect some of her things. She was almost at the door when she heard voices coming from inside.

She pushed the door open.

Jacob was in the room and he wasn’t alone.

A woman was with him, his hands around her waist.

Anna stopped. He didn’t even wait. He already brought his mistress home. Wow!

“You could have knocked, Anna!” Jacob snapped.

She looked at him, then at the woman beside him.

She said nothing.

There was no point in saying anything to them. They won’t understand.

She simply walked past them and headed into the closet. She grabbed a few clothes and stuffed them into her bag, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction of seeing her react.

When she stepped back out, however, the woman was standing directly in her path.

She folded her arms and looked Anna over from head to toe.

Oh. So she wanted a confrontation?

Fine. Let’s have one.

“Hi, fatso,” the woman said with a smug smile. “Thank you for letting him go.”

Anna chuckled bitterly.

That had to be one of the dumbest things she has heard all day.

She slowly glanced at Jacob before turning back to the woman.

“You’re welcome,” she replied calmly. “I didn’t know my leftovers would taste this sweet to someone else.”

The woman’s smile vanished.

“Hey! Don’t call my Jacob a leftover.” she snapped at Anna.

Finally, Anna stared at her properly.

She wasn’t even that beautiful.

Seriously? This was who Jacob chose over her?

She used comparing herself to other women because of him, only to discover that apparently, he had no particular taste at all.

Jacob suddenly laughed as he walked toward the woman.

“Leftover? Anna, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

The woman immediately slipped her arm through his.

“She’s so funny. I actually wonder how you managed to live with this shapeless thing for so long.”

Anna let out a small chuckle. “Shapeless?”

“Yes,” the woman said confidently. “You are shapeless.”

Anna looked down at herself, then back at her.

“That’s interesting. You’re so obsessed with my body that I almost feel flattered.”

The woman’s expression tightened.

Anna stepped closer, keeping her voice perfectly calm.

“But since we’re discussing bodies, let’s be honest. Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful, sweetheart. Especially when the only thing holding your confidence together is another woman’s husband.”

The woman’s lips parted. Jacob’s smile disappeared.

Anna continued before either of them could interrupt.

“And don’t worry about me being fat. At least my body carried a pregnancy, survived years of being neglected, and still managed to look better than whatever insecurity you’re trying to hide behind that tiny waist.”

The woman’s face reddened. “How dare you...?!”

“Oh, I dare.” Anna smiled sweetly. “You came into my bedroom, insulted my body, and called my husband "your" Jacob as if you had just won some grand prize.”

She glanced at Jacob. “Trust me, darling, you didn’t.”

Jacob’s jaw tightened. “Anna, enough.”

She laughed softly.

“No, Jacob. For once, I’m not going to be quiet just because you don’t like hearing the truth.” She looked back at the woman. “You can keep him. Honestly, I’m doing you a favor.”

The woman scoffed. “You think you’re better than me?”

“No,” Anna said evenly. “I don’t think I’m better than you, truly I'm better.”

She walked out before either of them could reply.