Her rage

Harry’s mansion*

The big TV in the living room was displaying an high school show which used to be Zara’s favorite, and on the couch directly opposite the TV was seated Zara.

Despite it being one of the shows she used to like much, she wasn’t watching it. Her gaze was fixed on it but her mind was somewhere else, thinking about someone she wasn’t supposed to.

She returned from the company and when she got bored, she decided to watch a movie at home, but she couldn’t focus.

No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she couldn’t hide the fact that Felix’s betrayal hurt her deeply.

The days they laughed together, the days they played together, his smile, his touch, his handsome face, she couldn’t deny the fact that she missed all that.

If only money could buy back time, she would have desperately looked for money to go back in time and experience all that again.

She missed him so much that it hurts. It hurts because he wasn’t who she think he was.

She ought to despise him and forget about him, but here she was thinking about him. He was living rent free in her head.

A tear slipped down her cheek and she instantly wiped it off, reminding herself that Felix didn’t worth her tears.

She sniffled and made up her mind to try to focus on the movie, distracting herself from reality.

* I love you, Zara, I really do. Do not listen to them, I’ll work hard to meet up to your standard. I’ll provide for both of us.* Those were Felix’s exact words to her when she told him about her family’s refusal to marry him.

She trusted him, and because of him she disobeyed her dad and developed hatred for him, thinking he didn’t want to see her happy because he didn’t approve of her marriage with Felix.

Realizing how stupid she was, she loathed herself for not being smart and able to detect Felix’s true intention.

She hated herself for giving Felix’s the right to use and dump her.

In frustration and annoyance, she threw the remote on her hand and it hit the TV screen in a great force.

“You do realize this isn’t your father’s house?”

A familiar voice spoke from the door’s entrance.

She stood up immediately and turned, only to find Harry leaning on the wall next to the entrance.

He was still in his suit from earlier and she guessed he came home directly from work.

She looked back at the TV and when couldn’t find any crack, she assumed it was because she was a bit far from it and couldn’t see it properly.

She looked back at him. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“When I get back my inheritance.” She added quickly, already knowing his next words.

“It’s not a regular TV.” He stated calmly, taking slow strode towards her.

When he got to where she was, his grey eyes moved around her face. He lifted her chin up and observed her eyes. “It’s so disappointing to see you crying over a guy.”

She pushed his hand off her face and sat down. “How did you…”

“You have no other reason to cry.”

She scoffed. “Whatever.”

“I contacted the gym instructor and have his flight and everything booked. He will be in California two days from now.” He informed, dragging down his tie for enough breathing space.

Zara placed her hands on her laps and a light gasp escaped her lips when she thought of something. “Do you think he wants a divorce because of how ugly and fat I’ve grown? What if he said all that just to push me away? What if he didn’t get married to me because of my family’s wealth. What if he accepts me back into his life after I’m back in shape?” She bombarded him with questions.

Harry didn’t know what to say to her at that moment. He shook his head and walked away, heading to his room.

She covered her face with her palms. “Just what if?”

*******

It was early as 8 in the morning and Zara was seen at the building entrance, properly dressed in a white and black gown and black flat shoes. She had her hair packed in a ponytail, stopping the morning breeze from blowing it all over her face.

The workers that came across her made sure to stop and greet her before continuing with what they were doing.

She sighed for the umpteenth time, and her eyes lit up when she spotted Harry coming.

As he got closer to her, his smell filled her nostrils. He smelled expensive and attractive.

“Good morning.” The words roll out her tongue, as if she was being forced to greet him.

“What is it?” He was blunt, he didn’t even stare at her for up to ten seconds before looking at his phone.

She scoffed, hating that he didn’t acknowledge her greeting.

“I’m going with you to the company.”

He looked up at her. “Why is that?”

“Nothing. I don’t want to be bored at home.”

“You can’t be seen out with me like this. You have to take your gym classes.”

“In other words, you’re ashamed to be seen with me?” She tried to hide how hurt she was but it was obvious from her voice.

“Yes.” He shoved her out of the way and walked towards the car which door was already opened.

She stood there, watching as the car drove out of the compound.

“Son of a bitch!” She yelled in annoyance.

Her phone suddenly beeped and she checked quickly to see if her dad had replied her message, and as expected he replied.

A smile lingered on her face and as she clicked the message, her brows dropped when she read the first line. Her smile disappeared in the same pace it came.

*Why would I do that? I do not have a hand in it. Stop reaching out to me!*

She didn’t want to believe her dad typed that. But then, if he wasn’t the one that persuaded the girl into making an apology video, who did? And why?