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Forget About Me, Billionaire 81: Truth
CHRISTY:Mom no longer answered. I thought she put down the phone, but when I checked, she did not. The line was still connected. Mom cleared her throat. "Oh, you saw it? I was about to tell you about it, but then you find out first,” she muttered nonchalantly. I gritted my teeth. No ounce of guilt in her voice? I never thought she could be this evil. She was not like this. "What a liar you are, Mom. you have no plans of telling me. What you are about to do is escape and who knows? Marry that gold digger? He is your sugar baby for crying out loud! He is only after your money!" I screamed, no longer having an ounce of control. Could you blame me? My own mother had betrayed her family over some bastard whom I never knew where she met. "You foolish girl! Shut your fucking mouth!" she chastised. "David would never do that. He loved me."David was his name? And she was defending him?I scoffed. "He loved you? No. You open your eyes. He loved your money. The reason you were always ask
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CHRISTY:Clara's eyes widened, while she pointed her hands at me. I had enough.My Dad just died. I learned my Mom cheated on my Dad while he was still alive. My husband loved a woman who was already dead. Could you blame me for what I answered? Clara. She never failed to blurt out the things in her head. "Did you hear that, Everette? Did you hear your wife? She disrespected me! Your relatives heard it, too! She embarrassed me in front of the other people,” she cried out. “She has no respect.” Clara looked at me with disgust. Everette heaved a sigh while his hands snaked around my waist. Clara was watching all her son's movements, and the more Rett was getting touchy, the more she was angrier. “Why don't you tell her to exercise? Having a fat body has a lot of disadvantages.”Fat. Finally. She was able to use that word.“Mom. You're disrespecting my wife, too,” Everette declared in a controlled voice. “Don't call her fat. She's the sexiest woman in my eyes.”Clara looked at me
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CHRISTY:Why? Why do I want to have divorce when I loved this man very much? This man was one of the best things that happened to me. He did not care about my physical imperfections. He never threw ill words at me. Why would I allow this man to get away from me? Why would I set him free?You want an answer? Simple. The answer was I was already tired from everything. I was already tired because of this one-sided love. This man did not love me, and he was still imprisoned for his love for his ex. I was always the one on the losing end. Still my back against him, I asked, “What do you think of us getting divorce? Maybe this is the right time to have one?”I heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the bed dipped.“Divorce? I thought we talked about this. We need to stay together for six months.”“We did, but I wanted to bring it up again. Don’t you want to be free as early as possible?”He groaned. “Kitten. Does it have something to do with what Mom said earlier?” Everette asked. "I wan
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EVERETTE:I shook my head as I stepped out of the cabin, bewildered as ever. What happened to that woman? I thought she was already fine, but now, she was imprisoning herself in the cabin and wanted to ask for divorce. Was she on her period? I heard women were usually cranky when they were. Perhaps that was what was happening to her?My brows furrowed as I struggled to look for answers on what was happening to her. Did I do something wrong? If I did, what was it? I could not remember anything. Glancing over my shoulder, the door of our suite stateroom was closed. Just like what I left earlier. What if I go back and say sorry? Would that help? Maybe a simple sorry would change her mind.Damn. I could not afford to have divorce right now. “Everette?”My eyes searched for the source of that voice and saw Beatrice rushing towards me. She wore shorts and a blank top and paired it with slippers. Beatrice’s husband did not tag along. Good. They were always together. There were times when
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EVERETTE:Beatrice looked at me as if I had grown horns. “Did I hear it right?” She pointed to herself. “You want me to approve the divorce?”I nodded. “How could you suggest that?”Putting my hand on my neck, I massaged it while I groaned inwardly seeing the reaction from her. I wouldn't blame her. “You hear it right. I don't want you to suffer anymore. You're not happy in your husband's arms. So what’s the point of staying in that relationship? No offense, Beatrice but I wanted you to be happy. That’s all.”The guests started pouring in and sat far from us. If they approached us, Beatrice and I needed to look for some private place to continue what we had started. She grabbed the plastic cup and squeezed it tight until it crumpled under her hand. I flinched and asked if I said the right words. Bea also had a temper when she no longer could not hold herself.She slammed the plastic cup on the counter. The other watched us. “Don’t you know divorce is a serious matter in our famil
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EVERETTE:I could not hear what they were talking about. Christina's shoulders were relaxed and comfortable as she continued talking to Vince as if they were long-lost friends. Vince had this knack to make the women fall for him in a snap of a finger. What if Christina will fall for his charms?I shook my head.That was not going to happen. She said she loved me. Feelings fade, Everette. Especially if you're not doing anything. "Mister. You're blocking my way," said a child with goggles on top of her head. She looked at me with pure curiosity in her eyes. I was brought back to the present. "Oh. Sorry." I stepped aside, allowing her to run to the next side of the pool. As if reminded of something, she stopped. "Oh. My sister wants your number, Mister. May I have it?" she asked. Scanning the surroundings, I saw a brunette woman wearing a purple two-piece suit and waved at me. She had a body to die for, but she did not interest me at all. I preferred chubby women. Seeing who I
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CHRISTY:“Miss Christina,” Vince called.I stopped in my tracks and glanced at him. The man was all smiles as if something good had happened to him. He was alone. Everette was nowhere to be found. Disappointment flashed for a moment before I forced myself to make it disappear. I knew it. He was not the type who would wait especially for me. He was not even patient when I would be okay. That's what you get for marrying a man who did not even love you at all, Christina.Why was I expecting too much from him? Everette was clear on his feelings. He did not love me at all. If I expected too much from him, it was no longer his fault but mine. He easily gave up on me. Maybe he did not find me worthy to be waited upon.What do you expect? He had no feelings for you, a part of my mind declared. It was true and the fucking truth hurts.“You’re sweating a lot, Miss Christina.” Vince was better than Everette. He was kind to someone whom he did not even know. He offered me his towel again.
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CHRISTY:I met men like Vince. They were the stubborn type and above all, the flirt. They thought they could easily wrap the women around their fingers just because they were handsome.Too bad. I was no longer the type who would jump at every opportunity after seeing a hot man. “You want me?” I asked, raising one eyebrow. "You're dreaming. You cannot have me. You won't have me at all." But if I was single, I would definitely have a taste of him. Let's see if he was as delicious as he looked. "I want to know you more, Miss Christina. I want to know why my cousin who loved Eden married you."I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Don't you think it's obvious?""That he loves you?""No." Why would he love me when he made clear that it was Eden until now? “I think it's quite obvious who he loves as of the moment. No one would love a fat woman like me.”“There's nothing wrong with your body, Miss Christina,” he insisted as if I would change my mind. “Everette married you. It meant he
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CHRISTY:Then Everette's eyes snapped open.I held my breath as I stared at his beautiful eyes."Kitten...""You're awake. Are you done pretending that you were asleep?" I asked softly, already tired of fighting with him. A year of hiding from him only made my love for him grow even stronger.My heart yearned for him, and seeing him after a year, I felt like I had become whole again.He sat while I snatched my hand away and put it on my lap."You still love me," he commented."I did not say anything like that," I denied, averting my gaze. "Yes, you did. I heard you say one, Kitten.""It was only your dream, Everette. You did sleep, right? You were dreaming earlier."Touching my chin, he forced me to look at him. My toes curled. Yes. I still loved this man. A year of not seeing him made me want to jump at him and kiss him like crazy and have lots and lots of sex as if to make up for the lost time. My hands yearned to touch his face and traced the outline of his cheeks. Everette le
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CHRISTY:Beatrice looked at me as if I had grown horns. I was a bitch for suggesting it to her, but what could I do? I was not the type who would just stare at a woman who was hurting because of a man.Yeah. I know. It was the suggestion that she was totally unexpected. Or maybe she already expected it, but she could not do anything about it. Perhaps I was not the only one who had told her to divorce her husband. "Y-You want me to divorce my husband?" she asked in disbelief, using the same words I had suggested. "Do you even hear yourself?" she asked. “Divorce? How could you say that!”"I heard myself loud and clear," I said nonchalantly. “It’s time to let go of that jerk.”Tears swelled in her eyes.Beatrice always had a waterworks, and I did not like any of that. A woman’s tears were like a stab wound on me. I kneeled in front of her and said, "It's time to let go of the man who did not even love you. Do you understand? Stop hurting yourself because you deserve someone who would s
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CHRISTY:"I knew women like you. You will grab every possible opportunity," she spat. “Seeing you annoys me even more. You reminded me of your Mom.”“Mom and I are two different beings, Mom,” I said politely, even if my heart was already bleeding too much. And I could not blame Clara. Mom showed her worse side. “As long as my husband won’t believe that I will cheat on him, I am fine with whatever you say, Mom.”Clara’s hand shook in anger. She was dying to hurt me. To slap me once again. “Christy is right, Mom. The only thing that you can do is accept this marriage.” Everette kissed me on my hair. Clar did not like it a bit. “Mom, let us have peace. Christy admitted it was a mistake that she left me in the altar. But don’t you think it’s already too long since that happened? Let’s move on, Mom. Please?” Everette was about to touch his Mom’s hand, but Clara slapped his hand away and looked at me with disgust.“You’re a witch. You bewitched my son!” She was about to slap me, but Everet
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CHRISTY:Panic kicked in as I struggled to break free. No matter how much I attempted to shout, my voice was muffled. The person holding me won't budge at all. I kicked in. I thrashed. I shouted, but no words would come out.Everette! Please help me!What the heck was happening?"Stop squirming or I will hurt you for real," he threatened. “Do you think I will hesitate hurting a woman?”I stopped, sensing this bastard won’t hesitate to hurt me at all. My body went cold. It was the man whom Everette had fought with. Vincent was right. Sooner or later, he would come to get me. I should have listened to Vincent when he said I should be careful. Everette’s enemies would resurface. Did I listen? I did not. As he dragged me deeper into the darkness, I was losing even more hope that someone would be able to help me.It was safe to let him think that he was able to get my trust. Hot tears welled in my eyes as I thought of Everette. Would I die not being able to see my husband? If I knew
