ボクらは庭師になりたかった～鬼子の女子高生が未来の神話になるとか草生える（死語構文）

Elena’s pov

The anniversary cake sat untouched on the dining table, three candles melting into the frosting. I watched the wax drip down like my pathetic hopes for this marriage.

Three years, three whole years of being invisible.

I checked my phone again. No missed calls, no texts, nothing from Damien.

Of course there wasn't.

"Still waiting for him?" Margaret's sharp voice cut through the silence. My mother-in-law stood in the doorway of what was supposed to be my home, looking at me like I was dirt on her expensive shoes.

"He'll be here," I said quietly, even though we both knew I was lying.

Margaret laughed, the sound was cold and cruel. "My son is working late with Victoria. You know, someone actually important? Someone who understands business? Not some nobody he picked up from God knows where."

My fingers tightened around my phone. I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the country.

The words burned at the back of my throat, but I swallowed them down.

Not because she was right… but because I’d learned a long time ago that nothing I said would ever be enough for her.

"You should be grateful Damien even married you," Margaret continued, warming up to her favorite topic, reminding me how worthless I was. "A girl with no family, no background, and no prospects. You trapped him, didn't you? Got yourself pregnant or something?"

"I never trapped anyone," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why won't you just leave? Sign divorce papers and stop embarrassing this family."

"We're not getting divorced."

"Because you're after his money." Jessica, Damien's sister, appeared behind Margaret. At twenty five, she'd perfected the art of being cruel. "Everyone knows you're a gold digger. You probably calculated exactly how much you'd get in a divorce."

If only they knew. If only they knew that I'd given up my real name, my wealth, my entire identity just to marry Damien. Because three years ago, I'd been stupid enough to believe in love.

I'd met Damien at a coffee shop, both of us in line, both reaching for the last blueberry muffin. He smiled at me with that beautiful, charming smile and insisted I take it. We'd talked for hours. He never asked about my family or my money, he just wanted to know about me.

Not what I did. Not what I owned. Not what I was worth.

Me.

When I told him I liked quiet places and coffee, he laughed and said that made two of us, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And maybe that was my first mistake… how much that meant to me.

For the first time in my life, someone saw me as just Elena. Not Elena Sterling, the heiress and not the girl worth billions. Just me.

No expectations. No careful conversations about legacy or business or reputation like I was used to.

Just easy laughter and questions that didn’t feel like interviews.

So when he proposed six months later, I'd hidden who I really was. I told my brother Adrian I was taking a break from the company. I used my mother's maiden name. I became a nobody.

All because I wanted to be loved for myself.

What a joke.

"At least I'm not the one who got fired from my third job this year," I said to Jessica, surprising myself.

Jessica's face went red. "You little…"

My phone buzzed. My heart jumped until I saw it wasn't Damien.

Adrian: How bad is it today?

My brother. The only one who really knew how I was being treated in my matrimonial home. 

Me: Same as always.

Adrian: Come home. Please. This is killing you.

Me: I don't know… I'll think about it.

Adrian: He doesn't deserve you.

I turned off my phone before I could answer.

Margaret was still talking, saying something about how I needed to learn my place, when the front door opened. Damien walked in, and my stupid heart still skipped a beat.

He was beautiful. Tall, dark-haired, with sharp features and cold gray eyes that used to look at me with warmth. Now they barely looked at me at all.

"You're home," I said, standing up.

He didn't even glance at me. "I need to change. I have to go back to the office."

"But it’s our anniversary."

That made him pause. For a second, just a second, something crossed his face. Guilt? Regret? Then it was gone.

"Elena, I have a major deal closing. Victoria needs me."

Victoria. Always Victoria.

His perfect ex-girlfriend who came back into his life a year ago as his new business partner. Beautiful, smart, and sophisticated Victoria who understood his work, who made him laugh. Who wasn't me.

"I made dinner," I said. "I made your favorite. And I got a cake."

"I already ate with the team."

"Please. Just an hour. That's all I'm asking."

Damien finally looked at me, and I hated how cold his eyes were. "Why do you always have to be so needy? I have important work, Elena. Not everyone can sit around the house all day doing nothing."

The words hit like a slap.

I did nothing? I, who’s been running secret board meetings through Adrian? Who'd been managing investments that could fund his entire company? Who'd given up everything to be his wife?

“Do you love me?”

The question came out before I could stop it.

Damien froze.

Behind me, Margaret and Jessica fell silent, watching us with the kind of anticipation people reserved for disasters.

He looked at me.

I searched his face for something.

Anything.

“Do you?” I asked again, quieter this time. “Do you love me, Damien?”

For a long moment, he didn’t answer.

His jaw tightened.

He dragged a hand down his face, looking every bit as exhausted as he claimed to be.

Finally, he exhaled.

“Elena…”

My heart held on anyway.

“…I don’t have the energy for this tonight.”

My fingers curled against my palms.

“It’s one question.”

“It’s never just one question.”

Silence stretched between us. Then he shook his head, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Why does everything always have to be so difficult?”

I stared at him.

“…What?”

He sighed again. 

“Victoria understands.”

I frowned.

He continued before I could speak.

“She understands that sometimes work has to come first.”

His voice stayed calm.

Matter-of-fact. Like he didn’t even realize what he was saying.

“Talking to her…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “…she doesn’t make everything this difficult.”

Everything inside me went completely still.

Margaret wasn’t smiling anymore. Even Jessica looked uncomfortable.

I searched Damien’s face, waiting for him to realize it. Waiting for him to take it back.

He didn’t.

Instead, he looked at his watch.

“I’m going to be late.”

Then he turned away.

“I have to go.”

Not a yes.

Not a no.

Just…

“… she doesn’t make everything this difficult.”

I stood there staring at the empty space where he’d been only seconds ago.

Somewhere upstairs, I heard him moving around our bedroom, getting ready to leave.

Margaret’s voice sounded distant. “See? Even he knows you’re not worth it…”

But I wasn’t listening anymore. Because for the first time in three years… I finally stopped lying to myself.

I wasn’t competing with Victoria.

I’d already lost.

Three years of being invisible, three years of being small and three years of pretending I was nothing so I could be loved.

Well, I wasn't loved anyway.

When Damien came back downstairs in fresh clothes, he didn't say goodbye. He just left, probably heading back to Victoria.

I walked to the dining table and blew out the candles on our anniversary cake.

All three of them.

Then I pulled out my phone and typed a message to Adrian.

Me: You know what? I need a lawyer. The best divorce lawyer you can find.

It was time to stop being invisible. It was time to remember who I really was.