He Loves Her

CHAPTER THREE

Roseline Angelina Brown.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes, I remind myself why I'm doing this.

It's for mother.

Father leads me up the stairs of the stage, standing me before my soon-to-be husband. His eyes are still on her, as are hers on him. I feel bile rise in my throat , making me feel sick. My father clears his throat beside me to catch his attetion, holding out my hand. He doesn't look at me, as he grasps my hand , taking it from my father.

Sparks.

My eyes widen when I feel them again after such a long time, it's the same reaction everytime he touches me. My heart hammers as I watch his eyes rise to meet mine, a look of recognition flashes in them before it's gone, replaced with a cold, distant look. "Take care of my daughter, Black." My father speaks from beside me, making me jump.

I totally forgot he was here.

The hand holding mine tightens to a painful limit, making me flinch which results for him to loosen his grip. I want to pull my hand away, I want to run back up the aisle and hide in my blue comforter. I want to forget about the hate and distaste I see in his eyes. 

But I can't...

We both have our own reasons for doing this, mine happens to be my mother. And his, well his happens to be his money. The thought makes me go back in time , when he was my teacher.

"Money is power. It's strength and satisfaction." His deep voice booms in the classroom, breaking me out of my ogling session. 

I frown. "That's an absolutely wrong idea." Before I can process them, the words are out of my mouth. The whole class is staring at me profusedly now , so are a set of surprised blues. I blush, hard.

 I have never talked in his class or his presence before , I won't be surprised if he thought I couldn't speak.

He rises a thick arched eyebrow in my direction, motioning for me to stand up with his hand. I stand, swallowing hard. "And how do you support your view , Ms. Brown?" He asks in an amused voice.

I'm glad I amuse you , all the time...

Somehow I find my voice to speak. "You see, Mr Black. When you have money although you have everything , you can buy everything. But when you're not at peace in here." I say , pointing at my heart. "All that money is just a waste, the luxoury is a waste. Because happiness can not be bought, neither is love. And money ain't love, Mr. Black." I finish, making him smirk.

"Very well said, Ms. Brown. I assume you read a lot of books." He speaks in a hard voice, making me scowl. "You may sit, my view remains unchanged."

I blink my eyes to shake the memory staring into his hard blue ones. The priest informs me that it's my turn to recite my vows. Taking a deep breathe, I search his eyes for emotion as I say my vows , but I find none.

My heart sinks further...

After our vows, rings exchange and a set of "I do's", the priest declares us husband and wife. "You may kiss the bride." 

His hands rise up to the edge of the veil, grasping it. He uncovers my face as he sets it back. His mysterious grey eyes watch me closely , gaze ranking upon every feature of my face as if commiting it to memory . I watch him nervously as his lips draw closer, closing my eyes I wait for them to touch mine.

Only they never come...

Instead they connect with my cheeks , just close to my mouth. So to the crowd it seems like he kissed me , with his hand tilting my face. His lips are gone just as quickly as they came. Tears prick my eyes when I open them, he has his gaze fixated back on the woman he loves.

Blinking back my tears , I smile as the guests starts making their way to me. I fake smiles, and even a few tears as they hug and congratulate me and my husband.

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The reception passes just like that. He's distant and cold, not even bothering to speak a word to me. Somewhere during meeting the guests and thanking them, he disappears leaving me alone in our own reception. 

The first dance never happens as his father announces that he had to go to fix some issue that came up related to our honeymoon. I sat alone at the head of the table during the dinner. I'm sure the guests feel bad for me, based on their symphathetic glances and discreet whispers. Nevertheless, I keep a smile on my face and hold my chin up high.

It's late when the guests starts leaving. The night has fell just now and the sky is a mixture of orange and dark blue. Deciding to take a break from the judging eyes of the people, I make my way away from the guests seated in the garden. My dress trails behind me as I walk through the trees. 

The reception was held in the Blacks Mansion, it was all type of luxourious and rich. The garden is huge, adjoining the woods. Feeling sadness creep up my heart, I walk deeper into the woods, the fairy lights my guide.

Stopping when I hear voices, I look to my left in their direction. Scarlet is standing before him, her purple dress dangerously high at her milky thighs. Her stance is furious as she jabs a finger in Adonis' chest, who stands like a statue before her.

"You... You promised me , Adon." She pokes his chest as she says so, her melodic voice holding an edge of sadness. It makes me feel like s**t. "You promised you'll stay. You made me believe you. For what? You got married to her." Her voice breaks as she speaks.

I've caused this pain.

His eyes flash in hurt, peeking deeply into hers. "It's just an agreement, love. I don't love her, she's nothing for me." He grabs her face "I promise baby, she means nothing at all. I love you." With that he kisses her, hard and rough.

 Pouring all his passion into devouring her mouth. I turn away, unable to watch any longer as I start to walk in the opposite direction of the fairylights.

Nothing to him? What did you expect, Rose?

Graduation...

Finally I would be able to persue my dreams, finally I can create my life and live it. Today I will tell him, I won't chicken out this time. I've stalled this for too long, my feelings for him.

Today , I'll finally be able to say what's in my heart, I WILL say what's in my heart. 

Taking a deep breathe, I encourage myself as I stand before his classroom. "C'mon Rose, you can do it. You have to do it or Maggie will kill you. Do it for yourself, tell him." I do a mental push up, clapping my hands to ease the nerves.

I'm ready...

Exhaling, I bring my hand up to knock on his door, only for it to be pushed open. Shrugging, I push it open wider...

Only to be met with a sight , I'll never forget...

Scarlet, the cheerleader and the school's most beautiful girl is seated on his desk. Her long , milky white legs wrapped wound Adonis' waist as her fingers clutches his shirt. His hands frame her face tightly as he kisses her feverishly. The intensity of it making me look down.

Tears, sad and warm, trickle down my cheeks as I turn around. My heart breaking into a million pieces across his classroom door. A sob escapes me when I hear his breathless husky voice whisper. "I love you."

And then, I'm running. Away from him, away from this school.

Away from the heartbreak...

Away from his memories...

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