Chapter 8: Father

Sabrina clutched her chest as tears started falling down her face. She couldn’t believe that Anthon could do that to her.

They’ve been together for five years and during those times, she did nothing but gave everything he wanted. She treated him like a king and served him like she was a freaking servant.

Her dress was soaked with her tears but she did not care. Her heart was very heavy and she felt like the world was on her shoulder. Everything she had just disappeared in a snap just like that. Her boyfriend, her best friend, her apartment and most especially her virginity all were taken away from her in just a short span of time.

She bit the bottom of her lips hard as she suppressed her sobs. Immediately, she wiped her face and hastily gathered all her things that were scattered on the floor. Although she had a hard time putting it all inside the luggage, she still managed to take all the important things with her and quickly left the building.

Deliberately, she left the money Anthon threw at her along with the books and paperworks.

“Sab?” her aunt gasped upon opening the gate.

“Aunt Marie,” she smiled.

Aunt Marie quickly opened the gate widely and took the luggage from her hand. “What happened?” her eyes squinted as she stared at her face.

She quickly averted her gaze and tried to cover her red and puffy eyes. All she did in the cab as she traveled back to her parent’s home was to cry.

“Let’s get inside,” her aunt said after releasing a sigh when she did not answer.

Fortunately, the old lady did not probe and just walked her to her old room.

“Just call me if you need anything. Get some rest. Your father will be here in an hour or two,” Just then, she closed the door and left her alone.

As soon as the door was closed, tears hastily streamed down her cheeks as if they were competing. Her hands were on her chest as she finally let out the excruciating pain in her chest.

She did not understand why it was happening to her. What did she do wrong?

Her shoulders shook as her sobs got louder. She buried her face on the pillow to muffle the sound and just cried harder until she fell asleep.

The sun was already up when she woke up. She felt her stomach grumble as she didn’t eat anything for the whole day. Immediately, she stood up and took a shower. Wearing her working clothes, she left her room and went down.

“Good morning, baby,” her father greeted cheerfully.

A smile instantly flashed her face as her eyes sparkled, “Morning, Dad,” she almost ran towards him and kissed his cheek.

“Sit down and eat. I cooked all these for you..” he said.

Her tears instantly welled upon seeing a variety of food on the table. All of it were her favorites.

“You’re really the best, Dad,” she hugged her father in gratitude.

They ate breakfast silently.

Sabrina was expecting her father to ask why she was there, but the latter said nothing and just acted as if it was normal that she was there in their house, eating breakfast like usual, when the last time she had breakfast there was over five years ago. But then, she did not complain and was actually relieved that he was not questioning her.

“Why don’t you take some time off?” Her father suddenly queried when they just got inside the car.

Her hands froze from fastening the seat belt.

She knew the news about Anthon and Nathalia would spread quickly and it was impossible not to reach her father as they were all working in the same company. However, she did not expect that he would know about it that fast.

Biting her lips, she contemplated whether to tell him her plan or not. She was scared of his reaction as she knew he would ask a lot of questions once she told him about her plan.

“You’ve been working too hard all these years, baby. I think it's time to use your vacation leave,” her father continued.

Shutting her eyes, she then twisted her lips as she was pondering what to respond to her. But then, she reminded herself that he was not just her father but her best friend since she was a child. She always tells him everything, even her intrusive thoughts that gives her a lot of scolding sometimes.

“I won't be able to use my vacation leave anymore, Dad,” she opened her eyes and looked at her father in the driver’s seat.

Her father’s eyebrows instantly pulled together, “When did you use it all? Why didn't I know you had a vacation?”

Shaking her head, she flashed a small smile at him as she handed him the envelope with her resignation letter inside, “I’m resigning”