Today was supposed to be different.
I had planned to remarry Elizabeth after she won and have a big wedding for her.
Even though we never officially ended our relationship, I wanted her heart to be mine again, fully and without reservation
The diamond ring in my pocket was supposed to be the start of a new chapter for us.
But now, as I watched them, that hope crumbled.
They weren’t embracing or kissing, but their eyes–those eyes betrayed everything.
The way they looked at each other, with warmth and intensity, was something only long time lovers could share.
It was a gaze that spoke volumes, filled with unspoken words and deep–seated emotions.
A wave of humiliation surged through me, burning in my chest like a fire that wouldn’t be quenched.
Frustration, loss, a bitter cocktail of emotions gnawed at my pride, at my very dignity,
I wanted to turn and walk away, to never look back, to never speak to her again.
But a part of me, the part that still held onto the belief that Elizabeth cared for me, kept me rooted to the spot.
The smiles she had given me, the words she spoke, the times we shared–they were real, weren’t they?
The warmth, the concern, the kisses–they had to be real.
I decided to wait a little longer.
Maybe Elizabeth would see me, would offer some explanation that would make sense of all this.
I was willing to forgive, always willing when it came to her.
I just needed her to acknowledge me, to reassure me that what we had wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
But I waited for what felt like an eternity.
And in that time, my heart grew cold, as cold as the night air around me.
Elizabeth never looked at me. Her eyes stayed on Rolin, and she seemed agitated, even crying.
Then, to add salt to the wound, Rolin reached out and touched her face, an intimate gesture that made my blood boil.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
The humiliation was too much.
Without a word, I turned on my heel and walked away, my steps quickening with each stride.
The farther I got from them, the deeper the humiliation burrowed into my soul, spreading like a poison.
My heart felt like it was being twisted by an invisible knife, each step driving it deeper.
When I reached the entrance of the academy I headed straight for my car.
I leaned down into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and with a furious blast of the accelerator, sped off into the night.
I had no destination in mind, no plan.
I just drove, needing to escape the torment in my mind, the image of Elizabeth and Rolin seared into my thoughts.
Chapter 110
As I lit it, I took a deep drag, the smoke filling my lungs.
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