LOGINOn the day of my wedding to Elliot Wendell, a fake heiress committed suicide. In the second year of our marriage, we ended up enemies. He hated me, the true heiress, for returning and causing Celeste Dent’s death. I hated him for loving the woman who had taken my place as an heiress for twenty years. During the ten years of our marriage, we fought each other with vicious words and wished for the other to die. Then, there was an earthquake, and he shielded me beneath him. He protected me with his back. The building collapsed, and he ended up a mangled and bloody corpse. As he lay dying, he whispered into my ear, “If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.” “If we ever meet again, it would be better if I were your only family.” In the end, I still died in the secondary quakes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time. It was the day when he brought me to the Dent family to regain my rightful place among them. Elliot suddenly changed his mind and said, “Samantha, I was wrong. You’re not the daughter the Dent family lost twenty years ago.”
View MoreLivia’s Point of View
Agitated and thrilled. That is how I discern. I hoisted my porcelain hand and knocked on the door three times. My heart was pounding hard and my fingers were shaking. Regardless, the door creaked, and a dazzling man showed up wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist as drops of water fell on his hair down to his mesomorphic shoulders and went to his hard stomach.
I bit my lip seeing Archer standing in front. His stern eyes and stoic face greeted me whilst holding the box of the necklace he asked me to drop by.
“Babe-“ I was trailed off when I heard a soft voice that obviously came from a girl inside.
“Hon, is the food we ordered already arrived?” she asked.
I twitched in shock. A woman came out of nowhere, wearing only a bathrobe, then seductively hugged my husband from behind. My eyes drifted to Archer’s hand, it crept on the woman’s waist and then glanced at me.
I know her. She’s the new rising star in the film industry. I saw one of her interviews and the reporter asked her if she already had a boyfriend or a crush in showbiz yet she said she have none. But then, when my husband’s name was spoken out by the reporter, she was thrilled.
I could even remember how Emily Brooke told everyone that she didn’t mind having a one-night-stand with Archer Washington– a CEO, more likely a billionaire; so as my husband.
Emily Brooke. That was her name. Many people admired and wanted her. She’s pretty and curvy. She has Archer's wants in a girl. No wonder they are both together, fulfilling Emily’s wants behind my back.
My head went down, bit my lower lip as the excitement and agitation I had disappeared. Hence, Archer sneered.
“I didn’t know you invited someone, hon. I thought we’ll enjoy the night together?” Emily whispered in his ears.
Archer only gave me a disgusting look; like I was trash he would never look at.
“She’s my assistant. Forget about her existence. I asked her to drop by my gift for you. Remember the necklace you wanted?” Now, his voice becomes sweet when he’s talking to her.
Archer seized the box of the necklace in my hand. Watching how he put the diamond necklace on Emily’s neck mortified me. After receiving the message he sent, I instantly ran to the address of a five-star hotel he said. Thinking the necklace should be given to me gave me hope, yet the scene right now took the illusion I’m yearning for.
“It’s magnificent!” Emily Brooke giggled. Sparkles were seen in her eyes.
On the other hand, my husband wrapped her hands around the rising actress’ waist and then kissed her cheeks. “It’s a gift. I hope you liked it.”
“What? Of course! I’ve been dreaming of buying this but it's always out of stock. I wonder how you made a reservation for this limited-stock jewelry?”
He smirked. “I paid triple.”
Just a few minutes ago, I received a message from Archer to see him. I thought he had already changed his mind. I thought he remembered today is our wedding anniversary and assumed he'd give me a gift turns out the necklace he asked me to get was for his other girl and not for me.
A stab mutilates my heart. It’s painful and heartbreaking. I veered around and let the two enjoy the night even if my heart was crying due to heartbreak.
Supposedly, today is our wedding anniversary. Thinking he’d ask me out, I settled myself ready supposing he’d accompany me to dinner. Flowers, gifts, surprises… How many years since the last time I received those from him?
I thought after what happened to us back then he would now consider our marriage. He would now look at me the same way before; like I was a flower he’d see amid cactuses around me like I was sunshine in his dark and cold surroundings. Yet, turns out I was only assuming because of his mixed signals.
Tears started to roll down my eyes. I dressed myself, put make-up on my face, and made sure to look attractive in his eyes. But all of it was ruined when I got my hopes high.
“Damn… I knew it.” I whispered silently whilst sitting down on the bench outside the hotel.
I looked up at the sky as the tears trickled down my face. My makeup was now ruined, and I bet, I became ugly because of it.
Whilst scanning the five-star hotel they went to, I could pipe dream of myself being happy with my husband again; celebrating my birthday, our anniversary, and delicate dates with him. However, I knew to myself that won’t happen. He would never look at me with those genuine smiles and charming stares he once did.
My love for Archer was beyond the pale. I knew it. I lived five years as his hidden miserable wife. I love him, yes. Even if I do, a person would still give up everything so she could be freed from his tight grip.
I could remember vividly how I asked Archer for a divorce, turns out, we only had gotten into a heated argument and I ended up crying all night.
“You came out with a woman again?” I busted out in anger after waiting for Archer to come home.
He only scoffed, he was supposed to come upstairs yet I held his hand. “Just to remind you, Archer, you still have a wife waiting for you!”
His jaw clenched then took his arms roughly. “Then you should have thought of your husband before cheating on me, then, Livia!” he backfired, critically narrowing his eyes on mine.
Tears wanted to roll down my face. He’s drunk and has multiple kiss marks on his neck. I knew it. She had girls in the club again, making out with them while here I am, waiting for his call or heads up all night, yet nothing came.
“You know what… I’m tired! You should’ve just agreed on divorcing me if you do not want someone to wait for you all night and ask where you go!” I shouted out of my lungs.
Archer’s face remained stoic. He clicked his tongue before his ruthless stern glares narrowed me. “A divorce won’t happen, Livia. I won’t give you the freedom you want. This is your punishment for cheating on me and bearing someone’s child!”
Three years later, I held a solo art exhibition at a renowned gallery by the Sierra River in Blythe. My exhibition was named “Rebirth.”My paintings featured the lavender fields of Frankfort, the sunflowers of Airreluz, the azure waters of the Mediterranean, and the warm sunlight of Blythe. Every painting was full of life and the love of life. The only thing they lacked was people. My paintings never showcased any individuals. For the past three years, I had been traveling all over Urania and immortalizing various snapshots of scenery in my paintings. I was no longer the Samantha Kane who lived in hate and pain. I was a normal painter who loved life. I used to think that love was a stubborn kind of holding on. I thought that to love meant holding on to each other, even if it caused pain. It was later that I realized true love was letting go; it was letting the other person get what they wanted. In the previous timeline, Elliot had taught me what hatred was. In the
I gripped the report so hard that my knuckles turned white. I did not know how I even felt.Was I sad? It did not seem that way. Was I relieved? It did not really feel that way. I only found fate to be a detestable trickster. Fate had tangled my life with Elliot’s for two timelines and threw every possible misunderstanding and hurt at us. But in the end, it gave us the same rushed and careless ending. “Ms. Kane,” Lincoln said as he took out a velvet box from his bag, “Mr. Wendell left this for you. He told me to give it to you personally if he didn’t come home.”I opened the box numbly. It did not contain some expensive piece of jewelry, just a plain platinum ring. It was a ring from a couple set that I had bought for twenty dollars at some store when I was in university. Back then, Elliot had been disdainful of it. He called it ugly, but still put it on despite that. After that, we broke up, got married, and argued… I did not know where I had thrown my ring. I ne
A year later, I enrolled in the arts university that I had always dreamed of in Frankfort, Gerancia. I majored in oil painting. There, I rented a place with a tiny garden and lived a simple but fulfilling life. I went to classes, painted, and tended my garden. My garden was beautifully bright, and the air there was constantly filled with the fragrance of lavender. I slowly forgot the past and smiled more often. I never saw Elliot again. However, I would receive news of him from classmates who went home. I heard that Elliot had given up on his family’s sizable assets to become a volunteer for various disasters. I heard that he rushed into the most dangerous places to save numerous people. This left him with countless scars as a result. I also heard that someone had asked him why he dedicated his life to this endeavor. According to him, this was his penance. However, none of this had anything to do with me anymore. After graduating, I stayed abroad. I joined a top d
At the same time, I was waiting for my flight in the departure terminal. Just then, I received a text message from my best friend. [It’s all been arranged, Samantha. Don’t worry. There’s no way Elliot will be able to find you. You’ll have a brand new start once you arrive.]I just replied with an “alright” before pulling out my SIM card and dumping it in the trash. It was as if I had put all the grief and entanglements from two timelines into that SIM card. Hereafter, all of that will be gone with the trash and thoroughly buried.I had nearly lost my life. Thus, I repaid the debt I owed to Elliot when he sacrificed himself to save me during that earthquake. From this day forth, Elliot could walk his own path, while I walked mine. I would never again see him in this life. …In the days after Samantha’s disappearance, Elliot’s life lost all color. He became more short-tempered, and this caused Wendell Group to turn upside down. He did not bother to handle the mountaino
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