Chapter 2: The Past
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“Is something wrong?” Christian asked, seeing the shock on my face.
“Uh no, I am okay,” I replied, trying to get myself back together. I would not want to ruin this night with the memory of my ex.
“I will fix a date that is convenient for you where you can meet with him, and we can all have dinner as a family.” He said, squeezing my hands warmly.
“Sure, I am looking forward to it,” I said.
I kissed him, exploring every part of his sexy lips. I needed to take the thought of my new reality out of my mind and the only distraction I could think of was the hot demi-God sitting right in front of me.
“You know we can spend the whole day together, right?” Christian said as he zipped up my dress.
“We still have plenty of time to do that. For now, I need to prepare the documents for tomorrow's pitching.” I said as I got ready, heading back to my apartment.
I needed some time to think things through on my own. Meeting with Andy after two years is not going to be a good idea, but now I am in love with his father.
I got home and just as I dropped the things that Christian had got me, I immediately felt the presence of another figure in my room.
Last I checked, I was not expecting anybody. I picked up the kitchen knife on the table as I moved at a silent and slow pace to figure out who the stranger was in my house.
As I moved towards the terrace, I felt a hand hold me down and spin me around.
“Who the hell are you?” I shouted, only to be met with the biggest shock.
“AN-DY!” I shouted.
I was not expecting him, not after finding out he was my fiancée's son.
“I'm sorry Sarah, for everything I did…”
“Oh please, spare me that bullshit and leave right now!” I barked out, disgusted at the fact that he laid his filthy hands on me.
“Just hear me out Sarah, I have been searching for you for some while now.” He said as I went ahead to the door opening it for him to leave.
“I don't want to hear anything you have to say to me, you can keep it to yourself!* I shot back at him.
“I want you back, Sarah.* He said.
“You can never and will never get me back. You can go enjoy your life with Camille.” I said, flashing my engagement ring at him just so he knew that I was not single.
“Camille…” he said as I shut the door in his face.
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It was the final week celebration in college and Andy Grey was my boyfriend. He was the only happiness I had in my life and I had planned a future with him already.
I had gotten dressed in my best clothes and Nora had made me up as she would also go with me to cheer Andy on. He has been nominated as the best sportsman of the year.
“We need to talk,” Andy said as he dragged me off the chair.
“Can't it wait till after the announcement? I mean your name will be called anytime soon.” I asked, surprised as to how impatient he sounded.
“No, it can't, I have to tell you today and now.” He said as he dragged me to a secluded spot away from the crowd.
“Why did you bring me here?” I finally freed my hand from his grip. This moment was supposed to be an exhilarating moment for me, and we should have been in the hall, ready to applaud when Andy's name was called.
“I never wanted to hurt you.” I remained silent, looking at him intently as he paused for a moment and continued.
“I've tried to keep this away from you for as long as I can, but I don't want to deceive you or myself any longer.”
When he mentioned not wanting to hurt me, I immediately feared the worst for our relationship. I continued listening to see if he had lost his mind or something. He knows quite well that he is my world and everything in between.
“I know you have put in your best to make this relationship work, but I don't think we should continue. I mean, I can't continue with the relationship anymore.”
Why? What have I done?” My expression changed, and I could feel sweat forming in my palms.
“You… you did nothing. I just got tired of you and how you are.” He said with no sense of feeling or emotions in his speech.
“W-h-at do you mean by how I am?” I asked as I tried to control the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
“I am your family, you don't have anyone to call your family and that is strange.”
At that moment, I felt stupid for telling him about my family history. I had told him all about myself because I was madly in love with him and I had trusted him completely.
“But…”
“Not just that.” He interrupted me halfway.
“I am in love with someone else,” he added.
I didn't realize it when my hands covered my face, and I uttered,
“Are you breaking up with me?” At that moment, we both heard the host announce.
“And now, for the best sportsman of the year, the award goes to Anderson Grey.”
At that instant, Andy swiftly walked away from me, and I still struggled to fully grasp what he had just revealed. I wiped away my tears and returned to the hall. By then, Andy had already ascended the stage and was presented with his award.
At that moment, no one knew what had transpired between Andy and me, not even my best friend Nora. Andy approached the microphone, and the hall fell silent as he began to speak.
As Andy spoke on stage, I struggled to hold back my tears while reflecting on what he had told me earlier.
“This award is dedicated to…” I quickly turned to face him, hoping he would finally mention my name and all that had just conspired earlier would be nothing but a joke. I believed that I had been there for him through thick and thin. However, he paused for a moment, and then he uttered the words that shattered my heart.
“To the love of my heart, someone who stood by me in all challenges, who cheered me up before every game and competition, and who continued to believe in me even when I didn't believe in myself. She is my everything, the love of my life, and the reason I find life so interesting. Her name is Camille.”
It finally dawned on me that Andy had broken up with me. A part of me had hoped that when he listed those attributes, he would eventually call my name. The floodgate of tears welled up in my eyes, and I lowered my face towards the floor. I noticed Camille running towards the stage, eager to embrace him.
“Sarah! Sarah!!” Nora tapped me with deep concern.
“Isn't that your boyfriend?” She asked.
My heart had shut down, and I knew that if I responded, I would burst into loud sobs. I swiftly stood up and walked to the left side of the hall, partially covering my face with my fingers to shield my tears from the onlookers.
I pressed my hand and head against the wall and began crying loudly as I sat on the floor.
“Sarah, please let me in.” Nora pleaded as I shut the door.
Camille and I were both cheerleaders for Andy's team. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that Andy would have anything to do with Camille, because he knew quite well that we never saw him eye to eye.
Nora could not offer any immediate help as she eventually got in forcefully. She held me close, holding back her tears. When I couldn't beat the pain any longer, I spoke up.
“Where do I go from here? He meant everything to me. How is it that the men I loved never loved me back?” I desperately needed an answer. Maybe it would help me feel better.
“It wasn't your fault that Andy didn't love you back…”
“Whose fault was it?” I interrupted her, tears streaming down my face.
“You need to understand that sometimes, people won't love you in the same way you love them. And sometimes, certain people aren't meant to stay in your life for long. Their departure makes you stronger, and you learn to recognize the difference…”
“I hate the difference,” I didn't let Nora finish her sentence. I had envisioned Andy and me as a blissful couple even though he never showed me to any of his family members. He didn't break my heart in private; he publicly humiliated me.
“He does not deserve you, someone that would love you beyond your imagination will soon come into your life.” She added as she wiped off the tears in her life.
That's how I became heartbroken, while Andy felt no pain about leaving me; I was alone all by myself until Christian came by and proved that what Nora said was true. Christian loved me beyond my expectations and now, my ex-boyfriend, who is his only son, is back to ruin that.
I have to speak with Christian about my past even though he had always said it does not matter. But now, it does matter because his son was my past.
A call from Christian interrupted my deep thoughts as I brought myself back to the present world.
“Hey babe, I just finished speaking with Andy. He said tomorrow would be fine with him for dinner. Is that okay with you too? Or you can tell me when it's convenient for you.” Christian said, sounding excited about the whole dinner plan and, as usual, he is always concerned about me first.
“Uh yes, tomorrow is fine with me,” I replied.
“Okay then, I will come pick you up tomorrow. Love you!” He said as the call ended.
“Love you too.” I sighed, looking forward to what tomorrow would be like. In all, I know it will determine my life forward with Christian.
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