Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“You told him what?!” Lily almost splashed her drink while talking to me over the phone. We're here again, video calling each other.

I was looking nowhere. My eyes were pinned somewhere in my hotel room after I drank the glass of water straightly.

“She told him that she wants a house and she wants him to design her house,” Brian repeated when I couldn't utter a single word. I don’t know why I said that earlier. I should have not told him that. But then, I wanted to have a connection to start my plan to ruin him.

“Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?!” Lily was being hysterical all over again. She was the most shocked and affected by what I just did.

“Well, I was expecting Elijah to follow him around. He's desperate, I swear.” I heard Brian chuckle.

“I'm not out of my mind,” I replied when I was able to pull myself back to my senses.

“Make your enemy closer, remember? I need a connection to make him suffer,” I filled my glass with water again and drank it straight for the second time. I was still trembling with hatred as I can still remember how I met Elijah earlier.

“And how exactly do you plan to make him suffer, huh?”

“That would be easy, Lily. He won't stop following me, so I can take advantage of him and do everything I want. Also, the connection I have will test his professionality as an Architect,” I explained, picturing everything in my head already.

“You will really build a house just to make him suffer, huh? That would cost a lot,” Lily might be a billionaire, but she doesn't spend her money on this kind of thing.

“If he will do everything to get me back, I'm willing to do everything to destroy him, too.”

I didn't come back here for my company. I came back here to make them pay for the life of my unborn child and for every pain that I endured before.

“Did you talk to him about something else?” Brian asked. I quickly shook my head at him. He was asking me to have a conversation with me, a catch up, as if our past together weren't tough at all. How can he ask me and face me like he did nothing wrong? As if he treated me right?

“He doesn't even look struggling. Did it even hurt him when he found out that I was pregnant with his child and we both lost it?”

None of them speak. None of them dared to break the ice. I couldn't help but to think about that. The loss of our child indeed shattered me and not just the marriage that I tried so hard to fight for.

“I'm gonna rest,” I uttered as I left Brian with Lily on the phone. I headed to my room and threw myself on the bed, having these thoughts that have been torturing me for four years.

Elijah looks fine, and I hate that so much. I want him to see struggling, in pain, and miserable, because that's what they made me feel. When I lost my unborn child, I felt like my entire life crumpled. It felt like I lost everything and I have nothing left in me. That child was my only reason to be happy, to live, and to make our marriage work. But then, my own parents and my own husband made me lose it.

That day, I did nothing but sleep and stare on the ceiling with all my heavy thoughts weighing me so much.

“Do you have to go there and meet him now?” Brian asked over the phone while I was driving on my own, on my way to Elijah's company. He asked me to meet him in a restaurant, but I was the one who refused. Why would we meet there, right? I don't want any of the people around us to think that we are in a relationship.

“Yeah. I don't want to waste any time when I can ruin him immediately,” I uttered.

“I'm sorry, I can't go with you. I have a photoshoot,” I wasn't surprised to hear that from him. Ever since I came back with Brian, it blasted the news, especially on social media. I suppose uncountable offers are showering him right now.

“That's fine, I can handle this. Besides, we're just gonna talk about the house.”

“Just update me, okay? If you need something, hit me up, understand?” I know that he's too worried with the thought that I'm coming there by myself.

“Alright. Bye,” I quickly ended the phone when I parked my car in the parking lot of Elijah's company. I even checked myself in the mirror and made sure that my look today will frighten every person who will see me here today.

Wouldn't it be great to see the news about me and my ex-husband being together again? I'm sure that people will talk again. What's new?

“Is that his ex-wife?”

“Yeah. It's her, Faith Flamera.”

“Why is she here?”

“Are they together?”

I feigned ignorance to all those talks that I have been hearing in every step that I made as I went inside the building. All their eyes are on me, thinking why I am here at my ex-husband's company. My blank and cold face remained as I acted deaf.

“I'm here to see the CEO,” I simply uttered to the secretary on the desk.

“Do you have an appoi—” her lips parted as she finally glanced at me. I witnessed how her eyes widened, probably not expecting my presence here.

“Do I need an appointment?” I asked coldly. I saw how it terrified her in one snap. I'm not yet doing anything.

“N-No, Ms. Flamera! Y-You can go inside, he's there.” She couldn't even lay her eyes at me. My brows raised before I knocked on the door and sat foot in his office.

I smelled it again—his scent. I crumpled my hands beside me. It reminds me of how I got so addicted to his scent.

“Faith, you're here.” A broad smile invaded his lips the moment he saw me standing there. He stopped from reading the paper on his desk as if he prioritizes me that much.

“Take a seat. Do you want coffee, juice, or anything else?”

“I'm fine,” I replied as I sat in the couch.

He sat in front of me. That moment, I took that chance to pause. My eyes were glued at him. Seeing that bright smile makes me hate him even more. How can he manage to flash a smile like that after everything? It makes me think that he didn't feel any glimpse of pain.

“Aren't you gonna do your job? I'm a client,” I moved my eyes away for a moment as I sat comfortably there.

“Well, I have to know the details of the land where we are going to build your house.”

Oh, shit. I don't have a fucking land. I almost curse myself out loud right after he mentioned the land.

“How huge is the land?” He asked again.

“I'm not buying one yet. Maybe you can help me finding one? I want a huge land, bigger than our house before.” When I mentioned that, I saw how it made him stopped. Why? Was he not expecting me to mention it as if it was nothing? I experience nothing but cruelty to that house. Every corner of that mansion can tell the story of how wrecked our marriage was.

“Of course. I can ask and find you one. Do you have any request to the house? The designs you prefer?”

Do you know what was running in my head that moment? I was wondering if all the pictures and information that my secretary gave delivered to me for four years are all true. She said Elijah was in pain and miserable. I wanted to see it with my own eyes, but why do I not see a glimpse of sadness and mourning from his eyes?

“It's my first time to have my own house. I hate homes, you know.” I hate it so much because all the homes that I had been gave nothing to me but endless pain and suffering.

“I can help you with that, too. How about I just present you my own plan?” His smile brightened again and I want to erase that.

“Sure,” I answered.

Both of our eyes were stuck with each other. Different thoughts were running inside our heads, and I couldn't identify what was he thinking.

“How have you been, Faith?”

It was the question that I never expect him to ask me about. How have I been? Does he think that I lived a good life when I vanished in a blink of an eye?

I suffered, and I still am until now.

“Did you do that?” His eyes landed on my right wrist and I didn't notice that the sleeves of my coat wasn't able to conceal it. I quickly pulled it down to hide it.

It was the cuts that I made four years ago. Half of the years that I have been away, hiding, I did everything I can do lessen the pain. I wanted to remove all the pain in my chest, but it turns out that it chose me. I failed healing myself and became worst instead.

Four years ago, I tried committing suicide. I tried to take my own life as I had no reason to live anymore. My life was broken and I lived in the dark. Lily, Lucas, and Brian witnessed it all. They saw how crumpled I was. They saw how miserable I was.

“I'm a failure,” I said, without looking away from him.

“I failed to take my own life,”

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