Chapter 121

Elena’s POV:

My heart skipped a beat, and my legs became very heavy. “No,” I muttered silently to myself. My mind struggled to process what I had just seen. It felt unbelievable. My breathing increased rapidly, and I could feel my breath cease.

Irina caught up with me and stopped in her tracks when she noticed that I had seen it all. She had a long face on, and I could also see tears gathering in her eyes.

“Maam,” she called out; her voice was low and filled with worry. I turned around to see a worried look on her face. But I couldn't speak, I couldn't think, and I couldn't respond.

All I could think of was turning around and running out of the premises. I didn't stop in my tracks until I was out of the gate. I gasped for air, and my chest was rising and falling.

My vision was blurry, and tears filled my eyes. I didn't even know what to do. I stood by the road, stretching my hands to stop a taxi. I didn't know where to go; all I knew was that to get out of the house, out of Nicklaus, out of the environment.

I hurriedly stepped inside, my hands trembling as I opened the door. “Where are you going to miss?” he asked.

“just move. Take me out of here,” I spoke with my voice trembling heavily. All I knew was that I had to get out of this place that caused me pain.

The taxi zoomed off, and I busted out in tears. I felt overwhelmed and could not hold it back. I couldn't believe that Nicholas would be getting married to Sarah.

I thought the whole engagement was just a sham until they made it real. I didn't even know it was real—that they would get married. I gathered the strength to speak up, and I made mention of Alex’s address.

The thought of Nicklaus, the man whom I had grown to love, had abandoned me for my sister. It was a long drive, and I couldn't wait to lay on my bed.

After what felt like forever, we arrived. I paid the taxi driver off and got out of the car. I hurried into the elevator, with my eyes fixed on the floor, to make voice-eye contact with people. I stopped at the last floor.

Immediately, I swung the door open, desperate to escape the pain. I saw Alex sitting on the chair; his face hardened when he noticed that I had been crying. He stood to his feet, but I didn't give him a chance to speak to me. I hurriedly walked past him into my room, collapsed on the bed, and continued shedding tears.

I felt my world crumbling, and I couldn't stop myself from shedding tears.

“Elena, can I come in? Are you alright?” Alex called as he walked into the room.

He stayed with me on the bed and tried to calm me down. “Whatever it is, just make sure that you don't overwork yourself,” he said.

After a few minutes, I calmed down and wiped the tears from my face. I cleaned my eyes with the back of my palms, and I could feel how puffy it had become.

“Nicklaus just got married to Sarah today,” I spoke, and Alex exhaled deeply. He didn't seem shocked by the news.

It looked like he knew about it. I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. “Alex?” I called.

He fixed his eyes on me and then drifted them to the other side of the room.

I paused for a few seconds and gave him a questioning look. “You know about it?” I asked, pointing my fingers at him.

He didn't say a word; he just looked for a way to calm me down, and I was not having it. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Elena, it's not what you think it is,” he spoke. His words were filled with empathy.

“You have not answered my question, Alex. Did you also know about the wedding?” I asked, my voice cracking.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, and his eyes were filled with guilt. “Yes,” he nodded; his voice was barely above a whisper.

I scoffed and laughed dryly, “Wow, just wow. Who would have thought?” I spoke; my voice was filled with sarcasm.

Alex walked close to me. “Elena, it's not what you think it is. Telling you will only hurt your feelings, and I didn't want that to happen,” he pleaded.

I was too hurt to care. “Well, not telling me had also hurt my feelings. How about that?” I asked and walked out on him, leaving him standing alone in the room.