Chapter 2

I decided to stay at a small and cheapest inn on the outskirts of town. I deliberately didn't choose an expensive inn because I didn't have much money to survive, plus I had also been evicted from my home and didn't know how long I would stay there.

I've never gotten any money from my father. Father decided on such a thing because he thought of me as a lowly person. Unlike my stepbrother, my father would be generous and spoiled him a lot. That made me jealous of Adeline.

My head was dizzy thinking about the incident earlier that I thought would be my happy day. It turned out to be the worst day of my entire life. I was still wondering why did that happen?

I went into the toilet, which was very small, to wash my face with cold water. My hand rubbed the dewy mirror of the sink. My eyes were puffy after crying so much earlier.

I let out a long breath. "I should be able to move on, right?" I asked, staring at my pathetic reflection in the mirror.

After finishing my business in the small room, I sat on the bed and took my cell phone from my handbag. I was going to call Christian to ask for an explanation about what happened that morning at the altar. I need a reason why he suddenly did such an unexpected thing to me.

"What happened? Why is there no waiting tone?" I tried to call Christian, but the call was repeatedly disconnected. I didn't even hear a waiting tone on the call. "Did he block my number?" I wondered.

I put the phone on the bed and stared at the wall. "Why are you doing this to me, Chris? Are you not thinking about me at all right now?"

My head throbbing with pain again. I chose to rest and will find out what happened today later. I need a break to recover my exhausted mind and mentality.

The following day, I was already preparing to buy a few pieces of clothing with my money. I hadn't brought any clothes here, as I'd only brought one change from church. So, after buying some clothes, I decided to visit Christian's house.

The taxi stopped right in front of me. I quickly got in and told him the address I was going to.

Thirty minutes later, the taxi carrying me stopped in front of a luxurious house I had visited several times. After paying the fare, I got out of the yellow vehicle and stepped into the spacious courtyard of Christian's residence. I arrived at the terrace and met one of the servants who happened to be outside, and she invited me into the house.

"Is Christian home?" I asked the young servant.

She nodded. "Mr. Grant is in his room, Miss Martinez."

"Could you please call him? I'd like to see him."

The young maid nodded again and walked away from me.

I heard tapping heels behind me and suddenly turned my body forward. I thought it was Christian who was coming to see me, but it was his mother.

Mrs. Grant stood not far from me, her eyes scanning my appearance from toe to toe with a condescending gaze. Her gaze was always level with me, as I knew she had never liked me being in a relationship with her son. However, Christian always encouraged me and told me that one day, I could melt his mother.

"You don't belong here. You should leave." Mrs. Grant began to chase me away with her hurtful words.

"I just wanted to see Christian. We have something to talk about," I explained the purpose of my visit to her.

"You have to realize your marriage is never going to happen. You've been dumped. You don't deserve to see Christian again. You are so shameless. You better leave before I call the security to drag you out of here!" Mrs. Grant said very sternly to me. I realized that she had never been nice to me at all.

I wrung my hands, biting my lip. I wanted to see Christian because I felt that this situation was very messed up, and I needed an explanation from that man. I looked at Nova Grant with a pitiable look, asking for pity. "Please, meet me with Christian. There must be something going on why he suddenly changed so quickly like this."

I saw Christian's mother's face turn very angry. Then she pushed me until I fell on the floor. I was surprised by what she did to me. I felt pain in my buttocks because I had lost quite hard earlier. I tried to rise to my feet with difficulty. Nova Grant was still staring at me with her sharp gaze that was eager to swallow me whole this time.

"Mrs. Grant, please ...."

Nova Grant stood in front of me.

"You! How dare you show up here?!"

I saw Christian appear. The man stood in the middle of the stairs with a stern face. The look in his eyes that had always looked at me lovingly now that look turned hateful towards me. I always liked his smile, which greeted me at the beginning of the day. Now, I didn't see that smile anymore, and there were only tightly pursed lips with no faint smile. There was an instant tightness that gathered in my chest. I don't know what made that man become like this.

"Christian, I want to talk to you," I said as Christian walked over to where I stood with his mom on the porch.

Christian looked at me coldly.

"There must be something going on, right? Why did you refuse our marriage?" I asked with a very distressed voice and an overwhelming feeling of panic.

Christian still looked at me coldly. "There's nothing more to talk to you about. I don't want to see you anymore, and our marriage will never happen. You are nothing to me anymore. Let alone talking to you. I don't even want to see you."

After saying those painful things, he walked away from me. Leaving me in shocked silence as Christian's words hurt me deeply. How cruel is he?

"Didn't you hear what my son said? Christian has realized his folly from a trashy woman like you!" I didn't care about Nova's words at all. I was feeling my heartbreak from the man who I thought loved me so much.

I limped away from Christian's residence. I walked along the path and let my feet go nowhere. My mind kept wondering about Christian's words that I still didn't understand. What happened to him? The excuses he made made absolutely no sense to me.

Finally, my body felt tired from walking so far, with tears that kept falling down my cheeks during the trip. I didn't care about the people who looked at me strangely. My heart had been broken into pieces. I felt like a very pitiful woman.

Right now, I was in a place, who knows where. Because my legs were tired, I chose to sit on an empty park chair. My tears fell again, and suddenly, the drops of water from the sky slowly fell and turned into a torrent as if the universe knew that I was grieving and needed a handhold.

"Oh, Christian... why did you do this to me? It's too painful. You know how much I love you. Even though I ...."