Chapter 2
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Ana POV
I stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened a moment ago. His words rang through my head, "Can you stop looking for someone to blame!"
I suddenly felt a burning sting on my cheek from Davy's slap, but it wasn't painful compared to the pain of seeing the man who promised never to lay his hand on a woman lie his hand on me, and there was no sign of remorse.
The man I had once loved never loved me, turning his back against me. I was just an ordinary girl that's training under Davy who's a respected medical doctor. I had admired him, and his skills. I approached him to enhance my knowledge in orthodox since I wasn't opportuned to learn it, which has always been my dream.
The man I had once seen as my hero turns out to be different. Anytime I visit him at his hospital, I hear hurtful words, people calling me a parasite and acting clingy towards him because he's more educated than me, and I want to leech off his success.
I never let those words get to me; no matter how painful it was, I still clung to him, but now, I stared at him with tear-filled eyes, finding it hard to recognise the man who had never showered me with love.
All I could see right now was a cold, and hard expression playing on his face. Something I had never imagined.
"Ana, you brought all this upon yourself so don't look at me like that," He spat, his voice hard and unfamiliar.
"My fault?" I repeated.
"You're always complaining, always giving flimsy excuses if I want us to connect physically. You only come to complain about your father's maltreatment and you were too difficult to handle," His words hit me like a punch, like a sword cutting through my heart.
"Davy....why....I..." I tried to speak but my voice failed me.
"Ana, you don't understand. I did everything I could to be a perfect partner for you; you weren't up to my level, yet I overlooked it and still loved you," he growled and stepped closer.
"Don't forget to let her know that you had never loved her for once. You were only using her local skills and knowledge to improve yourself," Elsie chipped in, smirking at me, and my eyes widened, more tears rolling down my cheek.
"Davy, is she telling the truth?" I asked, shockingly.
"She's right. I only needed you to enhance my knowledge locally, to secure good positions for myself and make myself more versatile, and you used me to learn more about the orthodox. So it's a win-win situation," my lips parted at his nonchalant words.
He used me and I used him?
"I hope you get a dose of the pain you just gave me," I said, quietly. Before Davy and Elsie would hurt me more with their cutthroat words, I turned and left the room.
I got outside and flagged down a taxi. I hopped inside the room and rested my head on the headrest as the cruel memories of Davy's harsh words and Elsie's betrayal swirled in my mind.
After a few minutes, my phone rang, cutting through the heavy silence. I glanced at the screen and saw it was my stepmother calling.
"Hello, mother," my voice was fragile.
"Ana, where the hell are you! Come home right now," She spoke and the call ended.
She called only when she needed me, and the call disconnected as soon as she was done talking, not wanting to hear my own response.
I had been living with my mom and late grandpa since I was little but had to return to my dad when my mom became terminally ill; she was on the verge of her own death.
Local treatment wasn't helping her situation, and that was one of the reasons why I had approached Davy to teach me the orthodox method but instead I found myself tripping for him in the hard way.
In my father's house, I was never wanted and always invininblewheelchairn doesn't count and I spend most of my time taking care of my sick mother who has lived her life for me.
I glanced at the window as the car rode quietly. "Please stop," I said, getting off the taxi as I paid the cab man.
Tears rolled uncontrollable, faster and hot as I got out of the taxi. My heart felt like it had been stabbed multiple times, and I bit my lips, feeling severe pains.
Everything feels too heavy for me. Davy's cruel words, Elsie’s betrayal, my mom's illness, and my family's neglect have become too much to bear. I feel like I am slowly disappearing.
I didn’t even notice where I was going until I climbed the pavement. Suddenly, I realized I was standing right in front of a bridge, just a few steps away.
Everything is getting so hard, and I wish I could run away from it all. I walked toward the railing, my hand gripping the cold metal tightly. I looked down at the deep blue water below, trying to find a little peace.
I kept staring at the water, my lips slightly open as I breathed in the cool night air. I have always felt irrelevant, like I don’t matter. If I were to die, maybe the only person who would miss me is my mother. But would it be fair to jump off this bridge right now? I can almost see the devilish smile on Elsie’s face and imagine how my mom might react.
The thought of leaving everything behind scared me, but it also strangely pulled me in. The pain had grown so heavy that giving up seemed like the only way to find peace, even if that peace lay at the bottom of the blue, endless water.
I stood there for what felt like forever, caught in a mix of deep sadness and a small, fragile hope that maybe I could find a reason to go on. The cold metal in my hand pressed on me, forcing me to decide if this was truly the end or if I could take one more step away from the edge.
I was about to make my next move, the step I had in mind when my favourite old ring fell into the water, and I heard a baritone voice cutting through my action.
"Are you trying to commit suicide in a public area?"
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