Breaking The Bond

Unwelcome Encounter

TRENT

I stayed in the kitchen, cutting peppers and onions in preparation for dinner. The warm smell of the ingredients filled the air as sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up the countertops. I asked Janice to join me, but she declined, claiming she was tired. I knew she just wanted me to leave so she could continue whatever she was doing on her laptop. It was strange because Janice never turned down cooking with me. We always prepare our meals together.

She had been acting a bit odd ever since our conversation at the restaurant, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I don’t remember saying or doing anything that would upset her—at least, not intentionally. Maybe I said something that bothered her without realizing it.

At the restaurant, her happy mood had turned gloomy. She had become quieter as the evening progressed. At first, I thought she was just focused on the delicious meal. But in the car, she was still distant. When I started driving us home, I noticed something was genuinely off. She wasn’t her usual talkative self, and when I reached for her thigh and started caressing it like she usually liked, she coughed lightly and gently moved my hand away. She then started talking about something completely unrelated to the romantic atmosphere we had been enjoying. So, all the thoughts I had about being intimate with her vanished, and I stopped trying to touch her.

I had wanted to ask if something was wrong or if I had done anything to upset her, but I held back. I didn’t want to create a bigger issue if nothing was actually wrong. I wasn’t in the mood for a quarrel tonight.

Once we got home, Janice ignored me and immediately went upstairs to the bedroom to work on her laptop. I had waited for almost two hours for her to come downstairs, but when she didn’t, I went up to check on her. She was so focused on her scrolling that she didn’t hear me approach. I saw that she was on i********:, scrolling through someone’s account. The person looked familiar, but before I could figure out who it was, she turned her head.

“Baby,” I called softly.

She looked back and responded. I leaned in and kissed her, then told her about my parents and how I wanted her to meet them. She seemed excited about that and told me she’d be happy to go with me.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about the images on her laptop. The account she was looking at seemed familiar. I wanted to look more closely, but she quickly closed her laptop, smiling sheepishly. I knew she didn’t want me to see what she was doing, so I didn’t push it, even though I was curious.

I asked her again if she wanted to join me in the kitchen, but she declined. And now, here I was, slicing tomatoes alone, the steady rhythm of the knife hitting the cutting board filling the quiet kitchen, and wondering what I had done wrong.

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JANICE

I stayed up late stalking Sasha and Trent's past girlfriends online. By morning, my eyes were red and swollen, accompanied by a nasty headache. I forced myself out of bed and headed for a shower. Trent was still sleeping. I wondered how he’d react when he saw my eyes. He’d probably scold me, but lovingly, of course.

After showering, I wiped my body dry with a towel, inhaling my fresh scent. I glanced at Trent, still lost in slumber. I tiptoed over, brushed his hair off his forehead, and kissed him softly. He stirred, looking so handsome. Did he know just how handsome he was? It’s no wonder, so many girls wanted him.

A chill ran through me as I caressed his head. Dating a young, wealthy man from an influential family wasn’t easy; women were always trying to seduce him.

The night before, I’d asked Trent about his ex-girlfriends—their names and what they were like. He was reluctant at first, but after some prodding, he shared. I couldn’t shake the thought of those girls. All of them had long black hair. Gorgeous, too. I sighed, looking at my own brown hair. So, I wasn’t his type. Why, then, had he fallen for me?

The thought lingered even when Trent drove me to his parents' house in the countryside later that week. I could feel his glances as he drove. I knew I was acting strangely, but I couldn’t help fearing he might meet someone with long black hair and a perfect body. After all, that was his type, and I didn’t fit suit.

The car hit a pothole, jolting us both. My hair fell into my face, and Trent reached over to tuck it behind my ear. “Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded, a bit embarrassed. He squeezed my hand before focusing back on the road.

I gazed out the window, sighing. I didn’t know why his parents still lived in the countryside, but I was excited to meet them. I imagined what they looked like. Surely, one of them had blonde hair. I pictured his mom as an old beauty—kind, soft, and sweet. His dad would be the same, perhaps with a ranch like my grandparents had when I was younger.

Trent had mentioned that despite being multi-billionaires, his parents lived simply. I expected a traditional countryside home.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. When we arrived, I was stunned to see a luxurious villa with servants bustling around. I was so shocked that I asked Trent repeatedly if we were at the right place.

He chuckled. “We are.”

“Whoa! How did your parents build such a place in this area?”

Trent chuckled softly as he parked the car in the driveway. “They didn’t build it; they bought it a few years ago. My dad prefers it this way—luxurious but tucked away from the noise of the city.”

I stepped out of the car, my eyes widening at the grand estate before me. The villa looked like something straight out of a European vacation magazine. With manicured lawns, tall columns, marble walkways, and fountains that gurgled like they were enchanted, this wasn’t the countryside I had envisioned. No ranches, no cozy cottages—just sheer opulence. A knot twisted in my stomach, but I took a deep breath. I can handle this. After all, I was here with Trent, and everything would be okay.

“Are you ready?” Trent asked, walking around to take my hand.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, of course.”

As we climbed the steps, I sensed a distance between Trent, as if he were bracing himself for something. The grand double doors swung open before we could even knock, revealing a middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform. She bowed slightly as she greeted us.

“Welcome back, Mr. Trent,” she said, her smile formal. Her eyes flickered at me, and for a brief moment, the smile faltered.

“This is Janice,” Trent said, gently nudging me forward. “My girlfriend.”

The maid nodded politely, but I could feel her judgment hanging in the air. She stepped aside, allowing us to enter, and I felt like I had walked into a completely different world.

Inside the villa, the atmosphere was even more intimidating. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, polished wood floors gleamed underfoot, and artwork adorned the walls like they belonged in a museum. Everything screamed wealth, and I suddenly felt out of place in my simple dress.

Trent squeezed my hand, sensing my discomfort, but before I could voice my feelings, his mother’s voice echoed from the grand staircase.

“Trent, darling.”

I looked up to see her descending the stairs. She was an elegant woman in her late fifties, with perfectly styled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to appraise me instantly. She was beautiful, just as I had imagined, but her gaze lacked warmth—no hint of the kindness I had hoped for.

“Mother,” Trent said, his voice strained. He kissed her cheek lightly, and she turned her attention to me.

“Hello,” she said, her polite smile betraying a cold, calculating look.

“Hi, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you,” I replied, forcing a smile.

Her eyes flickered over my outfit, and I felt like I was being measured and found lacking. “I see. Well, dinner will be served shortly. Trent, your father is in his studies. Why don’t you go say hello?”

Trent hesitated, glancing back at me. “I’ll be quick.”

I nodded, trying to project bravery, but as soon as he left, his mother turned her attention to me, her smile fading.

“You know, dear, Trent has always been quite selective with his companions,” she said, her voice icy. “I hope you understand the… expectations that come with being part of a family like ours.”

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. “I do. I care about Trent very much.”

“Care is not enough,” she replied smoothly. “Trent needs someone who understands our world, our values.”

Before I could reply, another voice chimed in, dripping with disdain. “Is this her?”

I turned to see a younger woman, probably in her early thirties, sauntering into the room. She looked like a model—tall and slim, with long black hair and sharp features. She eyed me with open contempt.

“That’s what we have been told,” Trent's mother replied coolly. “Janice, this is Cassie, Trent’s step-sister.”

Cassie didn’t even bother to fake a smile. “I thought Trent had better taste. Guess I was wrong… what a cheap excuse for a person.”

“Easy on the gold digger, darling,” his mother said, her gaze fixed on Cassie.

My face burned with humiliation and surprise, not expecting those words from her. I hadn’t offended her in any way. Biting my tongue, I reminded myself I was here for Trent. I wouldn’t let them get to me.

“Excuse me,” I muttered, turning away before they could say anything else. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to escape. The walls felt like they were closing in on me.

I rushed outside, past the opulent gardens, not caring where I was heading. My heart pounded in my chest, and tears threatened to spill over. Why had Trent brought me here? Why hadn’t he warned me about his family?

“Janice!”

I stopped dead in my tracks at the sound of Trent’s voice. He was running after me, worry etched on his face.

“What happened? Why did you run out like that?” he asked, gently grasping my arms.

I shook my head, unable to hold back the tears. “Why didn’t you tell me your family would be like this? Your mother… your family—it's obvious they hate me, Trent.”

He sighed, pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry. I should’ve prepared you. They’re… not easy people, but they’ll come around. They just need time.”

I pulled away, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I’m not sure that they ever will. I don’t belong here, Trent. I’m not like them.”

“You belong with me,” he said firmly, cupping my face. “That’s all that matters.”

For a moment, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that love could overcome the cold stares and judgment, that it was enough. But deep down, I wasn’t sure I could survive in this world of wealth and power.

“I need some time,” I whispered, stepping back.

Trent’s face fell. “Janice, please…”

But before he could say more, the villa doors swung open, and his father stepped out. Unlike his mother, his father wore a neutral expression, almost kind.

“Trent, dinner’s ready,” he said, glancing at me. “You must be Janice. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I nodded, trying to gather myself, but my heart wasn’t in it. Trent’s father seemed nice, but the damage had already been done.

“I think I’ll head back to the city,” I said softly, avoiding Trent’s pleading gaze. “I need to think.”

Trent tightened his grip on my hand. “Let me take you.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I’ll call a cab.”

He hesitated but eventually nodded, releasing my hand. “I’ll call you later.”

I turned and walked away, my heart heavy with uncertainty.