chapter 030

Sadly, the room hadn't changed. Even though everything in her life was taking a fast lane.

She dumped her purse on the bed and pulled out the gown. Today was supposed to be a memorable day and the gown was supposed to be a reminder. But it turned out to be a day she didn't hope to remember. So, she folded the gown and threw it at the back of her wardrobe even though it was one of the expensive things she had.

She fell on the bed, exasperating loudly. Loud enough for the moon goddess to hear. 

She had thought she could beat fate. But she was the one crying now.

She let the tears flow in torrents. Since her break up with Ethan, she hadn't really cried. She had carried the burden in her heart, blaming herself. But after learning that he was with Bianca all this time and they were expecting a baby, she realised she was the fool.

So, she cried her foolishness away 

“I hate you Ethan Frey,” she whimpered.

By morning, her eyes had an obvious bag from crying all night. The last thing she needed was for Ethan to feel like he had won —if toying with her heart was some kind of sick game. She stared at her reflection wondering if it was advisable to do so. Finally, she walked into the bathroom and walked out. 

A pair of dark glasses did the trick.

The money was still in her account and there was no call from the bank …yet. Sadly, the rude boy who turned out to be her former boss's son had broken her card. And so, she was left with a little cash and the impending doom of a bank's visit. 

First doom first. She grabbed her bag and left her house. At least there was no drama waiting outside her door nor through her ride to work. But Mia called her once she stepped into the office.

“What happened?” She demanded 

Abigail, not realising her glasses were drawing attention, shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

“Usually when a woman wears a pair of dark shades in the morning, something's always wrong.”

Abigail smiled awkwardly. She had completely forgotten about that.

“Ohhh…that.’

“Yes. That. Who hit you?”

“No one.” She spoke too fast that Mia suspected something was wrong. 

“Then take off the shades.”

Abigail wanted to brush off the topic. “You know I've got a lot of tasks on my table.”

Mia stood up. “If you're in a toxic relationship, you should speak out, Abby. Who's it? A pure wolf? They're the ones always acting rash.”

Abigail chuckled nervously. “It's nothing like that. The thing is …I cried a lot last night.”

She was thinking of the perfect excuse to give. Something that sounded believable. 

“I lost an aunt.”

She sniffed for effect. But Mia frowned, not believing what she said 

“Aren't you an orphan?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The realisation that she had been caught in her lies choked her up. She coughed, searching for more lies.

“I mean…an aunt from the orphanage. We call them aunts too.”

She nodded. “I'm sorry. I thought it was something else.”

Abigail, now at ear that Mis had bought her lie, leaned forward. “Can you help me now? I swear, my spine's gonna be dislocated from sitting and sorting all day.”

“Sure,” Mia responded. “Just send them before break.”

“You're a lifesaver, Mia,” Abigail said. “I'll do that.”

She walked away, smiling. The thought of an eased day was enough to keep her smiling. But as she neared her post, the thoughts of yesterday rushed her like a flood, sweeping the smile away from her face..

She hoped she wouldn't be seeing Ethan or his new lover. Settling in her chair, she turned on the desktop to start a long day of sorting. But as she opened the file, she realised that all the work had been done. 

She stared blankly at the screen 

“What?” She gasped, softly.

She scrolled through over and over, making sure she wasn't dreaming or wrong. But it was all sorted. 

The only person who had access to the files, apart from her, was Ethan.

Did Ethan…?

No 

She could feel her stupid heart racing again. Why would he care about her when he was only playing her for a fool? She hated feeling this way: hating him so much but still feeling flushed just by the thought of him.

If he had really sorted it, he must have stayed up all night. Stupidly, a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She was smiling like a schoolgirl in love. 

“Come if it,” she told herself. “You're only over reading his intentions.”

She returned to mails. At least, sorting out mails was the easiest thing to do. She was still buried in the screen when Ethan walked in. It was never hard to miss him. His cologne introduced him and his enigma kept you fixated. But Abigail trained her eyes on the screen, biting the corner of her cheek. 

She could feel her heart beating erratically, and when he came near, she thought it would explode. 

I should say thank you, shouldn't I? She asked herself. Thank you for what though? I should say, “Fuck you, Ethan Frey.”

Ethan could tell that she was still mad. He was in a terrible mood that morning from Bianca's drama. He had been prepared for work when he saw blood spots trailing to the guest room. Bianca had cut her wrists and had passed out. He had rushed her to the hospital.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and told him. “You let me sleep alone. It's the hormones, Ethan. I can't live without you. I'd rather die.”

He wished Abigail would talk to him and make him feel better. Maybe she had heard the news. But wouldn't she even talk to him?

“You aren't very busy today,” he said. “Can we talk?”

Abigail bit her lips. Even though her heart yearned for him,she knew he was never hers to begin with. 

Just as he tried to speak again, a stranger walked into the space. Abigail raised her eyes from the screen. She recognised him immediately. It was him again. Her former boss's son.