Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Emily's POV 

" I'm so sorry, if I knew you did not remember I would have not said anything at least till you left the hospital " Tasha said, her eyes holding remorse but i shrugged it off.

" It's fine. Can I...can I see the post again?" I asked her.

She looked at me unsurely for a minute, as though contemplating if she could fulfill my request, but eventually, she handed me over her phone and the smiling face of the  couples attacked me, the two people who were supposed to be the closest to me, doing this to me three months before my formal marriage with my fiance of five years.

I could see my parents at the back ground too, shining their perfect teeth as they looked so proud of their daughter, after all I was just the adopted one.

I knew I was adopted from the moment I opened my eyes and that was because I was already nine when they adopted me.

They were the best parents I could ever wish for. The way they pampered and cared for me like their own.

I was fourteen when I found out of their own daughter that went missing a few years before they adopted me. I could see the pain in their eyes Everytime someone called to say they had an information but it just led to another dead end.

And when she finally showed up, one day, with the health worker who claimed to have raised her up until she was a fit member of society, their joy knew no bounds.

When the results of the DNA test came back positive, I was sure they could have burst from excitement.

My mum could never get tired of comparing her with themselves. Just how black her hair was, just like theirs.

But mine was a rich chestnut colour.

I did not mind anyways. I was working, I had my whole life in front of me with a fiance that could go to the moon and back for me, I had it all planned out.

So when she started stealing my spotlight with my parents, going on dinners that I was not included on, attending family functions with them forgetting about me, I did not feel all that bad.

After all this was her time to enjoy her parent's love.

She could take everything I had with my parents and I would not care. But she took my man.

My callous fiance that could not find the balls to tell me that he was now engaged to my sister and I had to find out about it through a blog post.

My fiance that took my life and my dreams and shattered with in one go. 

I did not realize fresh tears were already sliding down my face until Tasha pulled out a white napkin, carefully dabbing my face with it.

" You shouldn't let them see you so down like this. I hated that girl from the moment I saw her. With her fake smiles and her graceful demeanor. I know you don't feel like it now but you would always be the star of the show, no matter how hard she tries" Tasha said.

My heart strings tugged as I sighed, nodding my head rapidly. It was comforting to know that I still had people who cared about me.

Even if my family didn't.

As I closed my eyes to go to bed that night, I could not help but reminiscence on how I had my met my fiance.

It was a cliche meeting, one that was picture perfect for books.

It has been at my favourite coffee spot.

" I would like to ordered an iced macchiato and also an Americano " he had said in front of me that day.

I was not paying any attention to what he did,, mostly because I had a major test coming up and I could already feel the heat of my failure dawning on me.

But then, he prodded me softly, handing me the cup.

I had stared at him in surprise.

" Can I help you?" I remember asking vividly.

To answer my question, he had flashed me a million dollar watt smile that still had the effect it had on me four years ago.

" I have been coming to this cafe for a long time and I just thought to give you a little something as we have been bumping into each other for quite a good number of times now" he said.

I did not remember ever bumping into him.

I could tell from the label of the drink that he held up towards me that it was the exact same one I always ordered.

" Well today I was going to buy drinks for my friends as well" I said giving an awkward laugh as his mouth shaped into an O, letting me step past him to place my order.

It was an awkward meeting, we felt awkward but it was nice. He had collected my number as I left the cafe and the rest was history.

The checking out part of the hospital was the most relieving. It felt as though I was leaving the guilt I had in my chest, leaving the pain of being repsonsible for the death of someone behind. 

Tasha dropped me off at our house and I could not be more grateful. I knew I would not be staying here, not with him hanging around with my sister.

The house was silent when I walked in, and as I went to get my clothes, a pack of condoms fell out of his drawer, shocking me.

We had never had sex even though we had been together for a long time. 

But here he was, with condoms.

Just then, as though he was waiting for me to make my little discovery, I heard the door open and he came in.

" Emily, what are you doing here? I had you were involved in an accident and honestly I have just been so busy, I was going to come today" he said but I knew it was all lies.

" Who are these for?" I asked him and watched him pale as I held up the pack of condoms.