A Villainess' Love Story

Chapter 7 – Failed Separation

Chapter 7 – Failed Separation

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I wish I could snap Eren’s mouth into two.

Just remembering his sneer as we walked out of their house made me want to cleave his jaw and pull all of his hair from his head. As if it is not enough, I would also like to cleave Eren’s while I’m on it.

That would save me from the embarrassment of my failed proposal and another day of seeing him alive while in school.

I was so drowning in my thoughts that I did not realize that we had already reached our house. If not for my mother’s nudging, then I would have aimlessly wandered after I stepped out of our car.

My mother sighed as she looked at me. Disappointment is vividly evident on her face. “Just get over it. I don’t care if you are joking or not, but just forget about him. It’s not impossible to begin with. He is twice your age and your teacher at that. We could think of a better option than Steve.”

Those words made me smile since they hid the kind of warmth that my mother couldn’t say in the open. She had always been the tsundere type of person – someone who couldn’t be honest with their feelings.

The fact that she was the only one who figured out the truth behind my words almost made me want to hug her.

However, it wouldn’t change the reality that my sides are still hurting because of her pinching. If not for Steve’s assistance, then I guess she would not even dare to stop while our meeting went on. Corporal punishment is a law in our country, yet my mother never hesitates to discipline me using her white, tender fist.

She is strong and lovable at the same time that it is so hard to tell if I should hate her or what.

Well, my mother aside, just too bad since my little confession was deemed useless after Steve threw his bomb. I couldn’t believe that I failed to notice the woman he was hiding until they reached the point of getting married.

Knowing Steve, there is no way that he would use that reason just to get away from me. He is not the type to fool around when it comes to serious topics like marriage. I know that we’ve been together since the first time I learned the word gender.

The only mystery here was why Steve kept the woman’s identity until now. He is old enough, so old indeed, to get married on his own. No one would be able to say no to him or reject the woman he likes.

I still couldn’t understand why and the same could be said to his family.

Well, I was just a brat in his eyes and the possibility of our engagement being recognized is truly impossible. For now, all I can do is send my best wishes for his upcoming wedding.

I needed to force myself to spout a lie as I linked my arms to my mother. “It was just a joke. Anyway, what are we going to do with Eren? There is no way that we will continue our engagement, right?” With pleading eyes, I looked at my mother and father, making sure that they would receive my message.

Steve breaking my heart aside, the fact that we failed to settle the conversation regarding my engagement bothers me a lot. Continuing this fiasco with Eren is a headache that I don’t even want to think about day by day.

He could flirt with that dramatic witch for all I care about, as long as I’m not part of the equation.

“We will see. For now, just continue with your life and try not to bother yourself with Eren’s woman. I’m sure that it was just a phase, and he will surely get over it.” Those words that came from my father rendered me motionless.

I can only be thankful that we are now back home. After all, there is no way that I would want to reveal my current expression to Eren and the rest of his family.

Although my father paraphrased his statement, the meaning behind it only means that the engagement continues no matter what. A new condition might have been attached considering Eren’s stupidity, yet the fact that we are still together irked me to the highest level.

At this point, my mind had long forgotten about Steve’s answer.

Getting away from Eren became my priority as I looked into my father’s eyes.

However, my father’s knitted brows explained that there was no way that he would change his mind now that we had reached this point. It was at times like this that I could only grit my teeth and swallow the words that I wanted to say.

Unlike Eren, my parents raised me as a mature woman who should never forget about respect and discipline. It was a bit contrasting, but it only showed how tight their grasp was on the leash on my neck.

“What if he did it again? What if that girl caused a scene again? What if they are the ones who keep on pestering me?” I swallowed my spit while betting everything on those questions.

Losing this conversation is the same as living a miserable life until the day I die. My parents might be seeing this as a rebellious phase from a teen, but my thoughts are nevertheless serious.

It’s not like I want a romantic marriage just like normal girls my age. All I wanted was to marry a man who would respect and be faithful to me for the rest of our lives.

Eren did it once and there is a big chance that he will do it again in the future. He already threw my trust in the hell hole after she and Lynn started a relationship. Fixing our connection is next to impossibility.

My father scratched his head before looking back at me. In his most gentle approach, he smiled and said, “Eren will surely mature in no time. I’m sure that this is just a twist in your life. If not, then we will cross the bridge when we get there.”

Our conversation ended when my parents kissed me on my cheeks as if saying that I should stay strong.

I was then left alone, looking up at the ceiling and trying to push back the tears in my eyes. For now, all I could do was to return to normal, completely denying the fact that I need to smile again when tomorrow comes.