Unwanted!
1027 Words
RILEY HARRINGTON'S POV
"Wilden, why... why did you bring her here? How can you just bring the woman you kissed infront of the cameras here into our home like this?” I choke out in anger and hurt, staring him right in the eye, there is no apology there, not even a tiny bit regret.
"It’s my house, Riley. I can bring whoever I want." He informs in a frigid tone and a wave of shock surges through me, leaving my mouth gaping. Did he really say what I heard? I don't see how that is possible. This has been our home since we started dating, how can he say that to me? The one who made it a home for him. Unless... he’s not in love with me anymore. Maybe he’s in love with her.
“Please tell me you’re not seeing her?” I ask him desperation creeping into my voice. "We’re engaged. I was going to start planning our wedding.”
He doesn't hesitate answering. “I am seeing Briana Sullivan.”
“You... you’re leaving me for her?” I barely manage to whisper, fresh tears gathering my eyes.
He shrugs. " I'm not leaving you. You can still stay here. It's not like you have anywhere else to go."
“What does that even mean? You won’t leave me, but you’ll be with her?" I had thought he only desired one woman, not two. I had believed that it is me. But it appears that is not the case anymore.
"It means you can be my secret wife but Briana Sullivan will wear my ring and my name."
I swallow, my voice barely above a sad whisper. "And what is being your wife worth if I don't get to have your ring or your name?" I ask.
He scoffs in contempt, "I might have made a mistake promising to marry you Riley, but we all know that you're worth nothing. Briana Sullivan on the other hand has everything I could desire. So she will be the wife everyone knows about,"
"I'm worth nothing?" I gasp in anger. "I won’t be your pathetic undercover lover while you flaunt that w***e in public!"
That seems to piss him and he grabs my arm, his grip painful. “Listen! I know you’re hurting. And I also know you’re miserable and confused. But don’t piss me off on top of it by insulting a talented woman like Briana. If you don't like my terms, then you know the way out of my house."
He's kicking me out! I yank my arm free, stunned. Nothing could have prepared me for this, how did we just get to the point that I am the other woman he doesn't want.
I sink onto the couch, voice shaking as I ask, “You really like her, don't you?”
"She’s a better woman. Unlike you she has a real job. One that can help my brand," He answers coldly.
"I too can be useful if you give me a chance. I got a talent that might be greatly useful to your brand," I plead, scared that this might be the end if I don't fight.
“You have got no talents, Riley. And I’ve made my decision,” He states. " Now I expect you to be welcoming to Briana as she will be staying here. I want you to help Mary pack your things into one of the guest rooms. Briana and I will take the master bedroom."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. For a moment, I just stand there, unable to speak. Was this really the man I’d been with for three years? The man I’d given up so much for, my dreams, my career, everything? And now, he looked at me with no regret, no hesitation and ordered I move out of our bedroom so that he can bring in his new love!
All those nights, all the plans we made, they meant nothing.
I swallow hard, fighting the sting of tears and humiliation. Without a word, I stand and walk out of the room before I embarrass myself more infront of him. I climb the winding staircase without sparing a glance at Briana, sitting calmly on the couch below.
I only fall apart after arriving back to our room, the one I have been ordered to move out. It feels like my heart has fallen off a cliff and broken into countless pieces that cannot be gathered and sewed back into place. Never have I felt more worthless before in my life.
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RILEY HARRINGTON'S POV
I lie on the guestroom bed crying a river while Mary moves back and forth between the master bedroom and here, carrying the last of my few belongings.
I never imagined heartbreak could hurt this much. I feel completely drained, no fight left, just broken and done. His lies, the insults, they’ve worn me down. If he’s happier with her, then what’s the point in fighting? I'll let her have him.
But now what? I have nowhere to go. My whole life has revolved around Wilden. I’m broke, dependent on him in every way.
Mary steps into the room, setting down the last bag gently. Her face is anxious.
“Riley, Briana Sullivan asked if she could have a word with you,” She says softly.
My heart pounds in my chest. Why would that witch want to talk to me? She already has him, what more could she want? Maybe she feels guilty for tearing us apart. Let her drown in her guilt, I don’t care.
“Tell that man-stealing w***e to go to hell. I don’t want anything to do with her,” I say bitterly.
Mary’s eyes softens, and she steps closer, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Riley, I know you’re hurting. But maybe Briana just wants to talk, to clear the air, or see how you two might get along. It could help you figure out where you stand.”
I already know where I stand. “There’s nothing for us to talk about,” I say firmly.
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