Engaged to my Ex, Married to his Uncle.

I was excited. Only if I knew that that day would be the end of my existence too, I wouldn't have moved a foot, but would that have turned the tides around? I sat up from my bed, feeling all energetic to start the day after my alarm rang several times. I removed my face mask and smiled to myself. He was coming today and I was more than excited to meet him. It had been years since we saw each other, but that didn't change a single iota of my feelings for him. We met every time… on Google meet but it was still a part of meeting, wasn't it? I rushed to the bathroom thereafter and started showering. I took my time in scrubbing my body, almost as if I wanted any invisible dirt that could irritate him to scrape off my body. I wasn't a dirty person, if anything, I took my bath twice a day thoroughly, but for today, I felt the need to look extra and dress even extra for HIM. I was humming a love song to myself as I wondered what kind of makeup I wanted to wear. I needed help with it, but my best friend wasn't around. He had traveled to host a birthday party. So I was left alone to make a horrible choice, as usual. “Pink. I look good in pink.” I assured myself and started applying it to my lips. It turned out horrible. I didn't look good in pink. “Maybe it's not the right shade of pink.” I convinced myself and put it down. Moreover, why bother myself with a strict makeup routine when HE told me that he loved my natural beauty? Maybe this would suit him. I looked at my curvy self in the mirror. I had been working out lately so I could appear beautiful to him. He said in an interview one particular time, he liked women with curvy shapes and he would love it if his lover had one so I took it up as a challenge. He told me last week online that he loved my curves after I showed him and that he couldn't wait for us to meet. “Isabelle, get the f*ck out right now! You have chores to do.” The most annoying voice disturbed my flow of happiness and my smile dropped. Chores? Chores? I did them last night, didn't I? I rushed outside, closing my door behind me. When I got to the living room, I met my step mother with her daughters laughing. But when they saw me, they instantly became fierce. “I did the chores last night…” I tried to explain. “So, you think that we are lying?” My stepmother interrupted with her brows raised. I shook my head and attempted again to show them that I was speaking the truth, but when I got to the kitchen, the mess I encountered was unexpected. The dishes were oily and the floor was wet. I could see the traces of footprints on the wet floor and I almost dropped to my knees. This was more than I could bear. Michelle, my step sister, pushed my head from behind and I slipped, hitting my palm against the counter when I was trying not to hit the ground instead. I heard her heavy laughter behind me. She snorted afterward. “Look at you…all well-dressed to meet your fiancé. I don't even know what that family saw in you. You must have possessed them or used black magic on them because there is no way that they would have gone for an illegitimate child like you. You have brought nothing but shame to this family and now, you feel excited to leave us here. Do you think if I told them what you have done…your shameful past, that they would consider you again?” She mocked me and my heart skipped a beat. I turned to her hurriedly and fell on my knees instantly with tears in my eyes. I joined my palms together and pleaded. “Please, don't tell them…please, I beg you. I will do anything that you want me to do.” Michelle chuckled, “Of course, you will do them. I mean, how else would we get enough money to use for ourselves? Regardless, watch what you do and know who your Masters are.” She warned me and walked away. I burst into tears at that spot. My ugly past resurfaced again in my memories. I sincerely couldn't wait to meet HIM again. He will wipe away my tears when I tell him what has happened. He would comfort me. He would hug me and I would feel safe in his hands. He would free me from their shackles. . . . . Getting engaged to one of the grandsons of the most influential and wealthiest families in the country had to be an experience that should have never come to me. I was hated solely because of it and looking at myself, I agreed. I was way below their league. I had nothing in common with them. I was saved by grace…grace of the Matron of the Salvatore family. “You are welcome.” The gateman greeted me as I dragged the things that I had bought from the market through the tiny gate. I was sweating profusely but I didn't mind it. “You could have allowed them to send a maid instead on your behalf.” The man told me. I shook my head and smiled. “I don't think that will be necessary. I don't mind doing this for HIM.” “Yes, Miss Isabelle. I heard he is coming back tonight. Congratulations.” The man clapped and I was so over the moon. I appreciated him and continued my walk down to the entrance of the huge mansion that was in front of me. The family mansion of the Salvatore. The maids purposely didn't help me but I didn't mind. I overlooked it. I got in and went into the kitchen. I went to my grandmother's bedroom where I met her sleeping peacefully. She was old now and was sick too. “Grandmother, I have arrived.” I announced and she woke up, her white eyelids fluttering slowly in the process. “Isa…Isabelle?” “Yes, grandmother.” I moved closer to her and held her hands, pressing them gently to show that I was here indeed. “Ah…” she smiled. “You must be here because of Eric. He is coming back home today and you must be excited.” I laughed and nodded in agreement. “Yes, I am, grandmother.” “It's no problem then. You can go ahead and get things arranged. Don't let me hold you back anymore.” She dismissed me and I went to the kitchen to get things started.