CHAPTER3
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Anastasia
It's been one month since Rohan left me at the altar and humiliated me with so much confidence.
I had expected him to return home from wherever he had gone to and then lashed out more humiliation on me but he didn't.
Matter of fact, he didn't come home at all.
For a whole month, I hadn't communicated with my husband.
I didn't even have an idea of his whereabouts or if he was still alive.
Our Indian wedding was supposed to take place in less than two weeks yet, I had no idea where my husband was.
Rohan wasn't the only person I hadn't spoken to since the wedding.
My parents hadn't even called.
Photographs from the wedding had stirred up too many possibilities of scandals.
The wedding that should have been the talk of the town, my father's ticket to the presidential seat, turned out to be the biggest blow on his campaigns.
They were too busy trying to rectify whatever damage Rohan's humiliation had done, to even bother with how I was faring.
"Breakfast is ready, Mrs Singh. Would you have me serve it at the dining table or bring it up for you?" The live-in help bowed slightly as she spoke to me.
"Please serve it at the dining table. I'd quickly grab something from my room and then we could eat together." I raised my brows, hoping she wouldn't turn down my invitation like she did for one month.
"Mrs Singh, I don't think that's a good idea." She shifted her weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably.
"Victoria, I insist." I didn't want to but I raised my voice a little.
It was the only way I could possibly get her to eat with me.
I was tired of having just Rohan's parents to talk to.
"Something came in for you." She straightened up like she had remembered something.
She rushed into the kitchen and then rushed back out.
When she returned, she was holding a small black envelope.
"This came in earlier. Please forgive my forgetfulness."
"Oh." I took the envelope, wondering who it was from.
I waited until I returned to my room to unwrap it.
Rohan
I glared at my phone before picking it up.
"Rohan." My father's angry voice boomed from the other end of the phone.
"What can I do for you you, Dad?" I was bored and tired of his constant urging to return to that murderer.
"It's less than two weeks from your Indian wedding, Rohan. You've barely spent an entire day with your wife. She deserves time with you and an apology, especially after how you left her at the altar."
I had made sure to hit her where it hurt.
How dare her think she could get to walk around freely after she had sent my dear Sabrina to death?
"The marriage is just for show. Why would I need to show interest in the person that killed the woman I loved, her sister, and then now pretends to be her?" I wasn't careful with my words just as they hadn't been careful with their choices.
"Sabrina needs you...."
"Sabrina is dead!" I yelled before he could finish.
"You made me marry Anastasia, not Sabrina. Stop calling her that."
I didn't care what names were on the marriage certificate, I couldn't stand it when they called that filthy thing her name.
She could never be Sabrina, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many surgeries she under went.
She could never be like my Sabrina.
"It's a wedding so all that's required is that I show up, right? I'll be in India for the wedding. Anastasia does not need time with me. What she needs and deserves is a sentence in jail for what she's done." I hung up before he could say anything else and threw my phone across the room.
I couldn't share a house with someone who had killed the woman I loved.
If I did, I would most likely strangle her in her sleep.
Death was too easy for her, she deserved greater suffering for what she's done.
I tried to drown myself in work but I couldn't stop thinking about her.
How she looked so much like her.
Those green eyes were just like Sabrina's.
Fuck, even their smile was the same.
The only difference was the color of their hair.
While Anastasia's was black, Sabrina's was a rich brown.
I remembered how her hair glowed under the sun, how her giggle filled the air and made it so much warmer.
I was living in the house right in front of the one she was now living in yet, I couldn't bring myself to walk in there and act like she was Sabrina.
Everyday, I watched from my window, to see if she would leave the house but she never did.
She must be waiting for me to return to her but that would never happen.
Not in a million years.
Like I had done for the past one month, I was watching the house through my window.
I hated how I wondered what she was doing in my absence.
Were all those tears fake?
Was she really sorry for killing Sabrina?
Or was she happy with my absence and used it as an opportunity to speak to another man?
I don't know why but the thought of Anastasia being with another man made my blood boil.
"She wouldn't dare." I mumbled to myself.
After leaving her at the altar, I practically crushed her father's political career.
She was too careful to cause trouble for him by being reckless with another man.
I was about to leave my window when I saw her walking out of the mansion all dressed up.
The driver helped her with the door and in a few seconds, they were driving out of the compound.
Where the hell was she going to?
It definitely couldn't be her parents or my parents.
I was sure she wasn't looking for me so where the f**k was she going to?
My mind drifted to my thoughts earlier and my anger only doubled.
She wouldn't dare go out with a man.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
I didn't even realize when I got out of the house and got into my car.
Fortunately, her car was still in sight, I followed it to a small restaurant.
"Who was she meeting up with?" I thought out loud as I waited for her to get out of her car.
When she did, a tall man wearing glasses walked up to her and hugged her tightly.
He helped her with her purse and then touched her chin, a gesture that seemed to make her fold and blush.
By now, my vision was already red.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and together, they disappeared into the restaurant.
Unable to watch any longer, I got out of my car and stormed into the restaurant.
"Hey!" I shouted, walking over to them immediately I saw where they were seated.
"Rohan," Anastasia rose to her feet, looking uneasy.
"It's just a month and you're cheating already? Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes you look?" I shoved my finger in her face.
Her eyes widened in shock and her hands flew up defensively,
"What?! I wasn't...."
"Do not speak to her like that!" The man Anastasia had walked in with also rose to his feet and took off his shades.
My jaw dropped when I saw his face.
The last person I expected my wife to be cheating on me with, was the CEO of my company's biggest rival.
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