Maya's POV
I was trying to imagine how Tom dealt with Mark and I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. I didn't remember most of what happened last night when I woke up this morning. I remembered the announcement and Mark proposing to Tilda. Heck. I went to the garden and then, I woke up in the hospital. It would have been better if he had killed me. The first man I ever loved was also the one to tear my heart in pieces.
The pain was just unbearable. Tracy told me to pray but I stopped believing in prayer because I felt my prayers were never answered. Anytime I prayed for something, I got the exact opposite. For instance the time that my mother was being driven to the hospital, I prayed that God will bring her back safe with my baby brother or sister but they never returned. Same as the time my dad died. So you see, it's just been like that. But since I didn't have any other option, I decided to give it another try. It would be better than nothing.
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I felt my heart beat racing faster as I saw the names written in gold. It was as if a dagger had been pushed through my heart and the pain was just unbearable. Even more painful than the heart break. "How could you do this to me Mark?" I sobbed. "What did I ever do to you?" I cried. The wound which I thought was beginning to heal in my heart was rather opening deeper at that instant. I took a second look at the words with my vision blurred with tears. Mark & Tilda's wedding ceremony. I didn't only feel a knife stabbing my heart but also hatred. Hatred for myself. For ever trusting him. I thought my heart was healed and I could take anything but this was different. It would have been easy if I had heard the news from elsewhere but not from him. "I'm sorry Maya, I thought you saw my text messages," He said with regret. Did he take me for a kitten. I mean, he clearly proposed to a girl he claimed not to love right in front of me and now, he seems like an innocent so
"Maya, please don't scream," was the sound of Marks's voice in my ears. I quickly wiggled myself out of his arms and slapped him hard on the face. "Don't ever touch me again," I warned him sternly. "Please you have to hear me out. I know you are hurting but I am hurting even more, Maya, you have to believe me." He said regretfully. "Well, it doesn't look so to me. You seem to be enjoying every bit of it." I turned to leave but he quickly grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall. I could feel his breathing so close. I started to have those flutters in my stomach again. No way. I can't be his side chick. "Leave me alone Mark. You made your decision to stay away," I yelled, trying to get out of his grip. "Okay. Just listen to what I have to say. Whatever you decide to do afterward, I will respect it." What could he want to tell me? I am trying my best to move on and I just have a feeling he might say something to get me all confused again,
Mark had set up the same way he did when he proposed to me the first time but more. The floor was grassed with the words, 'Please forgive me'. I also noticed instrumentalists waiting a few meters away. There were garden lights heart-shaped lights in the trees. They looked like enchanted fruits. I always heard that the most beautiful place was heaven. If that was true, then this place showed heaven on earth.
Mark's POV I wanted to hold her and kiss those tears away and tell her everything but the moment I tried to touch her hand, she quickly pulled away.
"Yes, I am fine. What are you doing here?" I asked looking at Mark. "I should be asking what he is doing here". Mark remarked, looking at Tom
Tom's POV I decided to go and speak to Mark. We should stop this cat and mouse game and behave like the adults we are. "Maya, there's somewhere I need to be. I promise I will be back before you know it." Without waiting for an answer. I dashed out of Maya's office and went straight to Mark's office. As expected, he will not give me an audience. I have shares in this company so I couldn't be denied access into the facility but Mark will not allow me into his office. I didn't know things could ever be this way between us. We used to be very close and after everything, I never wanted to be his enemy. I only wanted to protect Maya. She has been hurt enough and I could not see her continuously suffering like that. So everything I did, I did for her but I guess Mark takes everything personal. I can't even understand him trying to get back with Maya. The bastard got married and broke her fragile heart. He has become so different from what he used to be
Maya's POV It's exactly one year since Mark Snowman presented me with the law sue. We went for the first hearing six months ago and I was nowhere close to getting out of this problem. We have the second hearing tomorrow and Sir Max has promised to come for the next hearing if things don't improve. Despite this big problem, my company continues to expand but unfortunately, we can't have certain partnerships because of the law sue. I have bumped into Mark a few times but he doesn't speak with me anymore. He ignores me like a total stranger. I feel hurt by his actions. Even in court, I never hear his voice. His lawyer does all the talking. I am dying inside. Please don't get me wrong. I know that I always told him to stay away after the betrayal saga. I even rejected his friendship when he offered it. So why do I feel this way? Isn't this what I wanted? Now, I am not just tensed but also sad because I miss Mark. It doesn't mean I will call him or a
"Leave her alone." A deep voice thundered, cutting through every corner of the mall and making everyone still. This time, Alex was startled and freed his grip but didn't let go completely of my waist. I began to thank God in my heart for sending someone to rescue me from this insane guy. I wondered what happened to him. His brother Jude was such a gentle soul but for him, that's a story for another day. But the voice sounded familiar. Why did I feel that I knew this voice? I knew I heard the sound correctly. Yes! It's Mark. He was standing there elegantly dressed but boiling with rage and tightened his fist. He was the last person I ever thought to be of help to me today. What was he doing here anyway? How did he know I had gotten in trouble? Alex shifted uncomfortably away from me and yelled, "Who are you and how dare you interfere?" Before he completed his sentence, I line widened across his lips with a broad smile. "Hey, Mark?" He said