CHAPTER FOUR
970 Words
My phone started ringing just as I stepped out of the park’s exit. Jenny’s name flashed across the screen again.
I picked up and—“ELLLAAAAAAA!”
Her scream nearly ruptured my ear. I yanked the phone away, eyes shut tight.
“Jenny! What is it? Do you want to kill me?” I laughed.
“You got the job?! THE job? At Dreamline Atelier?! Girl, talk before I run mad!”
“Yes, I got it,” I said, unable to stop smiling.
She started squealing again—louder. A man walking his dog actually flinched beside me.
“Jenny, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your shift?” I asked, half laughing. “Why are you calling me like a possessed person?”
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “Shift can wait. I’m too happy to even breathe. You—my friend—got hired into that company! Ah! God is good!”
I shook my head. “ wait I thought you were already at work.”
“I am. But I have like thirty minutes break before the place gets crazy before midnight. Come to the club later . Let’s chill small, my treat Let me see your face before my makeup melts from joy.”
“Jenny…”
“I’m not taking no for an answer Ella, Come”
There was no winning with this girl, so I sighed.
“Fine. I’ll come.”
“Good!” she squealed. “Hurry!”
Before I could change my mind, she hung up.
I headed home, slipped inside quietly, and walked straight to my room so I wouldn’t hear my stepmother’s fake sweetness or Pearl’s sarcastic comments. I changed into a pair of dark trousers and a white top—simple, comfortable—and tied my hair into a neat puff.
An hour later, I arrived at the club.
The music hit me immediately—heavy bass, flashing lights, bodies moving to the beat. I scanned the room until I saw Jenny behind the bar, grinning like she had just won a lottery.
“You look cute!” she shouted, handing me a shot glass.
I lifted a brow. “You want to get me drunk before my first day of work?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just one for luck.”
I took the shot, wincing as it burned down my throat. She laughed and pulled me out to the dance floor.
We danced a little, joked around, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax.
Clubs weren’t really my thing—Too loud, too chaotic,too much pressure to pretend like I fit in. But being with Jenny made it easier.
I was just about asking for water when she suddenly stopped moving.
Her eyes narrowed,Her smile dropped She grabbed my wrist gently.
“Ella… don’t panic,” she said slowly, “but… look at the VIP section.”
“Why?” My heart already felt uneasy.
She didn’t answer,She just pointed.
I followed her hands
And froze.
There he was.
Cole Rowan,My boyfriend.
The same man who once held my hands and said, “I know I’m a CEO and girls throw themselves at me, but you… you’re the one I want.”
He told me I was different
That he didn’t care about fame, or status, or all the girls begging for his attention.
We met two years ago in the most random way—I had spilled a drink on him at a seminar, and instead of getting angry, he laughed. Said it was the “highlight of his boring evening.” From there, he offered me his number. He texted me first, called me every night, and showed up with small gifts like it was nothing.
He was warm,charming,And too good to be real.
But still… I fell. Maybe too deeply.
He took my first kiss.
He took my first love.
And recently—he took my virginity.
After that night, he became distant.
Slow replies,dry messages,and then… nothing.
I would send long texts and watch them remain unread, sometimes for days.
He used to video call me often; suddenly he said work was stressing him,that he was tired,that he was busy
that he didn’t want to be disturbed.
And I believed him.
Because I loved him.
But now… seeing him like this…
He sat in the VIP section with a girl on his lap.
Not beside him.
On His Lap.
Her hands were wrapped around his neck.
His hands were curled around her waist.
They were whispering, laughing, and their faces were so close it was obvious they had forgotten the world existed.
Something inside me broke loudly,I grabbed the railing to stay steady.
“Ella,” Jenny said, fury building in her voice, “just give me one sign—ONE—and I will go there and finish him like an assignment. How dare he?!”
“No.”
My voice came out weak.
“No?” she repeated, baffled.
I swallowed hard. It felt like my throat was full of stones.
“I… I’m going to meet him,” I whispered. “I want to hear it from his mouth. I want to see what he’ll say when he sees me standing there.”
“Ella....”
“I need to know,” I said, even though my hands were shaking. “I need to see if he’ll lie to my face or tell me the truth.”
Jenny stared at me with so much concern it almost broke me again.
“Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m walking right behind you. I’m not letting you face that clown alone.”
My heart thudded painfully as I took a deep breath
Then another.
Then the first step toward the VIP section…
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