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I was surprised the cake hadn't fallen from my hand yet. Maybe it was because I had ‘fat hands’ that balanced it, or a better reason could be because I used almost my entire savings to buy it for my boyfriend and didn't want it to waste.
Adrian sat at the table with my sister, my mother was also there, and there was a blonde woman, slender and tall, seated on his lap. They continued talking, oblivious of the fact that I heard them.
“So, you're telling me that your fat girlfriend threw a birthday for you? Adrian baby, you told me you'd break up with the bitch already. You don't love me.”
“Lily baby, I love you.” Adrian called out cooingly. He even wrapped his hand around her tiny waist, while using the other to stroke her hair lovingly. An action he had never done with me. He always made excuses that physical touches weren't his love language. Here he was, not only touching her hair and waist, but she was placing her entire ass on his thighs.
Lily pouted her lips and spoke in a cringe voice that was way softer than the first, as though she was trying to sound like a baby.
“If you love me, you won't attend this trash birthday she's throwing for you. Look at the ugly balloons. I can do better for you.”
The pain I felt in my heart became mixed with anger. Who exactly was she to call balloons I had bought with my last source of money ugly? The birthday decoration was minimalistic, and I had taken my time to design it myself.
I restrained myself from slamming the cake in her face yet. I stood by the corner, watching and listening to them. What I heard hurt me, but for some inexplicable reason, I wanted to hear more.
“That fat pig, she's always doing too much.” Angela, my stepsister said, her voice heavy with mockery. “She's pathetic, and you deserve better. Let's just wait to eat her dumb cake.”
Adrian laughed at the statement, the girl who he was cheating with laughed even louder.
He held her hand, caressing and squeezing it gently. “I assure you sweetheart, after eating her cake, I'd break up with her, even if it means ghosting her afterwards.”
My mother, Claire was there in the living room, adding nothing to the conversation. Her face was buried in a magazine. I couldn't expect any defense from her. Since I was a child, she hated me more than anyone.
(Cough, Cough, Cough) She pushed out air from her lungs and finally raised her face from the magazine. Angela gave her a glass of water. After she regained her voice, she looked towards the door and hissed. “When is she going to arrive with the cake? Her body is probably too heavy for her to walk like a normal person.” I could feel the venom in her voice, so condescending and hatred-filled.
They continued to discuss me among themselves. For a moment, I was glued to a spot, refusing to accept that Adrian hated me all the while. My family's hate was obvious, but his own never showed. I blinked my eyes, trying hard to resist sobbing, but my eyes even got more watery.
The betrayal made my head spin. I tried to calm myself, reaching for my wolf's comfort, but felt nothing. It was obvious that not only my family and boyfriend hated me.
I heard enough and couldn't take it anymore. I cleared my throat and walked into the living room, the cake was still intact in my hand. Lily stood up from Adrian's lap.
“Babe,” Adrian called out as he walked towards me. His voice that was filled with mockery earlier was now covered with fake excitement. “This is my cousin.” He referred to Lily, the girl who he was caressing earlier.
“Wow, the cake is beautiful. Brother, you're lucky to have a girl like her,” Lily smiled and reached out to collect the cake from me.
Without thinking, I smashed the cake into her face.
“Do you all think I'm stupid. I heard everything!” I shouted, my voice laden with tears.
Lily, Adrian and the rest of them were obviously surprised.
“You could have broken up with me from the onset!” I continued to shout at him, grabbing his shirt. He threw my hand off him and leaned towards Lily, while cleaning the cake on her face. “Why would you do this? Do you hate me so much? Everything was a scam. What have you gained from doing all…”
“Just shut up!” Adrian flared up. His eyes began to take a scarlet hue. He was obviously angry. “You've found out I never loved you, and so? Take your cake and get out of here.” He snatched the remaining cake left on the board and slammed it into my face. “Fat disgusting thing! What makes you think any man would want you?”
I felt too stunned to react. I thought he would start with an apology, but instead he was angry at me. I felt my knees grow weak, my vision was blurry. The pressure at which he used in slamming the cake into my face made my head throb.
“Adrian,” I whispered, as tears rolled down my face. “You never…never…loved me.” I stuttered, my voice wavered. I wiped the cake off my face, revealing my tear streaked face.
He didn't respond to me. He was too busy cleaning the stains off Lily's dress.
“Mum, I know you hate me, but wouldn't you say something. I spent everything on this birthday. You…” My voice trailed off and I broke into uncontrollable sobs. My half sister Angela sat on the couch, occupied with her phone as though she wasn't part of the ridicule.
“Good riddance to bad nonsense.” My mother snapped at me. “He's better off without the risk of someone crushing him to death with her flappy skin.”
“Take this.” Adrian spat, stretching out a 100 dollar bill to me. “I never asked you to spend it on my birthday.”
I was still broken and didn't collect the money. He squeezed it and threw it in my face. The paper made a light contact with my forehead before crumpling to the ground.
With his hand wrapped around Lily's waist, they walked towards the door.
I should have given up already, seeing that Adrian wanted nothing to do with me, but that skinny bitch, I had to teach her a lesson. I grabbed Lily's hair from behind, pulling it strongly, until she screamed, trying hard to push me off.
We fell to the floor and in an instant, Adrian slapped me hard across the face. He grabbed me by the neck, and flung me till I hit my back on the wall.
I collapsed to the floor, trying hard to catch my breath.
“It's over between us, and don't ever try harming my girlfriend. You need a fat reduction surgery and not love.”
Without another word, he left the house. I was too weak, and in pain to bother going after them a second time.
I sprawled helplessly on the floor, my gaze going over my mother and sister who acted like they didn't see me. They didn't even bother to help. I tasted blood at the corner of my lip, the aftermath of the slap. I couldn't heal because my wolf had abandoned me a long time ago.
My body grew weaker, and everything seemed to grow blurry and dark. I wished that the darkness would take me. I didn't want to continue with life.
The phone vibrated in my hand. I stared at the screen before finally picking the call. I was almost losing hope that he was purposely avoiding my calls.“Hello?”“Ruby,” He responded with just my name.“I've been calling you. You didn't pick my calls.”“I know and that's why I called back. I'm sorry about that.”“I left you a voicemail too.”“Yeah. I heard it this morning.”Morning? So he had listened and still didn't call back.“I didn't ignore you,” he said as if sensing my thoughts.“I've been tied up all day.”“Tied up with what?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.There was a brief pause that felt a bit awkward.“I was occupied with work and meetings.” He finally answered.I leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My fingers trembled slightly around the phone. Should I ask him about the pictures? I bit my lips nervously as a flashback of everything I saw in the article played in my mind. One thing was sure that if I closed my mouth and avoided the question,
The world seemed to tilt sideways. I pulled the car over abruptly, my heart pounded so loudly that it affected my breathing.My hands were trembling again, the same way they trembled when they held Mom's papers, except this time, it felt worse. It felt heavier and crushed my spirit more.“Are you still there?” Sandra asked.“Sandra, are you sure?” I whispered.There was a pause on the line, followed by a sigh.“I wish I wasn't.”My throat tightened and went dry as I ended the call without another word. I stared at my phone like it had turned into my enemy. For a brief moment, I considered not checking the link. I wanted to pretend I didn't hear anything from Sandra. I wanted to live in denial.Our one year agreement wasn't over. Malcolm couldn't do such a thing to me.Finally, I tapped the link Sandra sent. The page loaded slowly, making me nervous with each second that passed.The image finally appeared and I gasped. Malcolm was perfectly dressed in one of his suits. He had a calm, c
“Everything listed seems believable to me. I took a loan for you, and you've got to repay it. It shouldn't be that hard to comprehend.”My fingers trembled as I held the papers. Mother watched me with an expectant stare. It told me that she saw me as nothing more than a bill, and she finally had to collect.Angela strolled out of her room. Her eyes were glued to the phone in her hand. She halted as she sighted me. I couldn't quite process what her stare meant. I couldn't decipher if she was disgusted, annoyed, or simply surprised.“Please help me with a cup of tea, sweetheart,” Mother asked Angela.“Sweetheart?” I scoffed inwardly. That was a word she never used in addressing me. Mother was never polite when needing my services. ‘Please’ was a word I had never heard from her, but here she was, using it with her stepchild and even adding a polite smile to it. A smile that was a sharp contrast to the cold face she used in addressing me.“You should be grateful,” Mother added, sipping he
I took a deep breath to calm my frayed nerves. What could possibly go wrong? They wouldn't be able to hit me like they did before. They could say mean things to me, and I can simply ignore them, and I doubt if Christian would dare touch me again.Better still, I could ignore their message. Curiosity was still getting the better part of me. I wondered what they badly wanted to tell me that they couldn't say it over the phone and demanded I come to their house.I sighed as mother called my phone. I refused to pick this time because I was well aware of the reason why she called. I wouldn't endure any more insults from either of them.I made my decision finally. I'd go to see my mother. If what she says isn't right by me, I'd leave the house without hesitation. I knew one thing for sure, that I wouldn't endure their nonsense.I took my time to get dressed for the meeting. I wouldn't want to give them the impression that I was still suffering. By the time I stared in the mirror, my reflect
I returned right in time for dinner that the cook had prepared. It was only June and I at the table and we ate in silence without her making any rude remarks.She kept swiping through her phone at intervals and smiling. I had the urge to roll my eyes as I guessed she was smiling at her abusive boyfriend's texts.She left the dining table for her room without eating up to half of what was on her plate. She was just like Angela, my stepsister. Angela ate the same way.I cleared my plate and took two apples along with me to my room, just in case I needed a night snack. Earlier, I made a decision to cut off all junk snacks, hence, fruits seemed like the best alternative.I changed into my night dress and sank into the soft bed. I took a bite of the apple and kept staring at the ceiling. What plans could Malcolm have for this contract marriage? I blushed at the thought that we hadn't done most of the things married couples usually did.We hadn't slept together…“Stop it Ruby,” I chided mys
Her sharp unwelcoming voice drifted over the phone. I let out an exasperated sigh. I was a fool for thinking my mother could change for any reason.“Come home immediately. I have something urgent to tell you.”“Mom, is there any problem? How are you?”She replied to me with a bitter scoff and ended the call in an instant.“She still hates me.” I muttered to myself. I stared at the phone screen for an extended period, expecting that she'd call back and maybe greet me warmly and ask how I was faring, but it was over two minutes of glaring at my phone and none of that happened.I took a deep breath to calm my dampened mood and shoved the phone into my pants pockets. I already felt tears stinging at the corner of my eyes and blinked multiple times to restrain myself from crying.“She has hated me all my life. This isn't something new.” I muttered inwardly as I tried hard to comfort myself.My self comfort failed me when a teardrop escaped from my eyes. Another followed, and then, more. Th







