Spoiled by my Ex's Uncle 4

LEILA MILLER

All I know is that my heart was in pain, immense pain that I have no recollection of how I went back to my room, or how I managed to make it through the night. By the time morning came, the sun filtered through the slightly opened curtains, peeping in and casting a warm, soft golden lights across the room, a huge contrast to what my heart was feeling and the chaos ongoing in my mind. The bed spot beside me, where Matt is supposed to be, lay empty due to his absence, and I felt none of the warmth I usually feel waking up in his arms.

He did not return back to the room early last night, and even when he did and sleep took over him, I could not find the peace to sleep even the tiniest wink. I just could not afford it in the slightest, my heart could not bare it. His words from earlier this morning, when he left lingered in my mind, reminding me of the excuse he used this time around.

Apparently, his oh so great uncle, Sebastian Salvatore would be in town soon to expand his business and based on Matt’s dictionary, you know what that means. He needed to be on his best behavior and attitude so that he would get on the man’s good side. He also mentioned something about needing to make sure everything is in order for the meeting.

But truthfully, especially after what I had found out, I knew it was all nothing but a flimsy excuse. I am sure without an iota of doubt that the reason he left was for her, so as to meet her—Faye. Even if his Uncle would truly be there, I am sure he has been planning for long enough that tehre will not be any need to spend as much time as he claims he needs to spend for the sake of that.

Now that I think about it, perhaps, all the times before that he says he needs to go out for work, it was always for her. He just needed more time to spend with his lover while I am here at home, not knowing anything and playing the desperate role of the pathetic and perfect fiancée, thinking that he was out there trying to fulfil his dreams not knowing what he was actually after.

I admit, the truth hurts me more than I would like to admit, it shattered me even. The mere thought of it all even makes my stomach churn, and the worst part being the fact that he had been using my blood, sucking me dry like some damn vampire, just to give it to her. When would it have ended? When I have dropped dead? Would he finally have enough then? Would he be content then? Perhaps. Maybe he just wanted me dead after all.

A tool truly, that is all I am to him. I am not even worth being human, much less a wolf.

And yet, pathetically enough, I could not bring myself to face him, not in the slightest. I do not know why. I wanted to, believe me I did but for some reason, as I watched him get ready and leave, I could only do just that…I could only watch and nothing less, or nothing more. Even when he came to kiss my cheek good bye, I did not feel anything almost as if it was just an act that he had perfected over the course of the past two years, and not something one does out of love.

To me, it felt hollow, like just something he does that seemed almost robotic now than an act of love. I hated it. I hated the things that had happened leading up to this point. I hated how I could only sit and watch it lead to this point. And more than anything, I hated how I still could not face him.

More than anything, I hated how much I had loved him that I felt so betrayed and shattered, so broken hearted. When the door finally clicked shut behind him, signifying him leaving at long last, I found myself releasing a shaky breath, my shoulders slumoing and my knees weakening. I feared if I was not standing, I might have fallen on the ground entirely.

My mind then raced with everything that has happened thus far, with what I had discovered, and how my life has been in the past two tears. The silence in the house was deafeaning, my mind raced with everything that had happened last night, the betrayal still very much fresh and raw in my mind almost as if I am living through it over, and over, and over again.

How did I let things get this far?

How did I let him do all this to me?

How did I let his lies get to me? How could I have been blind for this long?