Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“He asked you if we are together?” Brian asked while I was busy at my desk. I am in a rush as I still have to go to the property where my house will be built.

“Yeah, maybe because you're always with me wherever I go.” It's probably because of that. I don't even know if he knows that Brian was with me in those four years that I was away from them.

I heard him chuckle. “What did you say?”

“I told him that he's just my architect,” I smirked after saying that. It's because I couldn't erase his image in my head the moment I said that in front of him. He looked really speechless yesterday. I feel like in his head, he's already going mad.

“You should have told him that we are together,”

“But we're not together,” I replied back. I don't want to lie to him about that. Instead, I want to drive him crazy with those questions in his head that would not make him sleep.

“I know,” I glanced at him when his voice saddened.

I blew out a light sigh as I stopped reading the papers there.

“I would be using you if I do that, Brian.” His brows raised as he eyed me as well from the couch inside my office. He stood up from there and walked towards me. I was only looking at him until he placed both of his hands on my desk while his eyes were glued at me, not letting me escape his gaze.

“Then use me,” he uttered with his serious voice. “Use me whenever you want, Faith, I don't mind, as long as it's you.”

We were covered with deafening silence at that moment. His feelings are apparent to me. But I also clarified things to him even before. I didn't utter a single word that would make him hope for the both of us.

“I'm willing to do everything,” he added as he held my hand on the desk.

The ice broke between us when someone knocked on the door. My eyes immediately shifted there, and I saw the man of my past.

I saw how his eyes landed at Brian's hand, holding mine on the desk. For no reason, I didn't know why I suddenly pulled my hand from Brian as if I didn't want Elijah to think something different.

“Am I interrupting?” He asked with his firm voice as he glanced at Elijah.

“Elijah,” I called, acting normally as if he didn't catch us in that scene.

“Hello, Architect. You're here again,” he smirked arrogantly. I knew that his words had a glimpse of sarcasm.

“I’m here for this,” he showed the sketch pad again but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were at Brian who was exchanging cold gazes with him.

“Are you sure that it's your only motive?” I closed my eyes firmly when Brian said that. Only the dumb ones will not realize that his words have different meanings. He's trying to squeeze Elijah until he tells us that he's also here for me.

“Can you check it, Brian? Choose one for me, too. Whatever you choose, that's it.”

“It's your house,” I eyed Elijah, it seemed like he was questioning my decision, allowing Brian to choose the design of my house for me.

“He'll be there each day for sure,” I smirked and shook my head. I saw how the huge arrogant smile of Brian flashed on his lips. He's enjoying this right now.

“The construction will start tomorrow, the Engineer will be there, too. He'll discuss things to you tomorrow,” I was observing him keenly. He looks annoyed and disappointed.

“Okay,” I simply replied without looking at him as I pinned myself working on the papers on my desk.

“I like this one, what do you think?” Brian asked and showed me the design.

I only checked in very quickly before I nodded.

“I'll choose that,” I said to Elijah. I saw how his lips parted, couldn't believe that I was convinced that quick.

“See you tomorrow, Architect.” I gave him a short smirk beside my lips before I watched him leave with no choice.

I am fucking enjoying this.

The next day, I cleared my schedule just to go to my parents' house that will be demolished today. Brian tried to convince me to think about it first, but my decision is already final. I don't feel any conscience for them. They gave it to me, then they should just banish, right? It's already mine, after all.

I parked my car in front as I saw the huge gates both opened. I saw Elijah's car already parked inside and there were also trucks there.

“What do we do, then? Did my daughter really say that she will use this property for her house?” I found Elijah talking with my parents already in the garden in front of the house. There's an unknown man who was with Elijah as well, probably the Engineer.

“Am I late?” I was able to steal all their eyes as I walked there with no conscience and guilt.

“Faith, what's this? Why do you want to demolish our house?” My brows met as I tilted my head. I even acted out like I was so naive.

“As far as I know, this isn't my house—it’s your house,” my mother was already about to cry. But you know what? I didn't feel any glimpse of pity. Instead, she met my satisfaction.

“Faith, we gave this to you as we are already old. We thought that in the future you'll have this house, but why do you want to demolish it and build another house? This is already a house, Faith. You can just use this. Don't spend your money like this,” I stole my hand from her when he held me.

“Building a house worth a billion won't cost me anything. Besides, why would I want a house that is full of cruel memories?” I smirked devilishly as I stepped forward closer to him.

“Have you forgotten everything?” I crumpled my hand as everything she had done was flashing back in my head.

I will not forget those. I will never choose to forget.

“As far as I know, you have cancer, not amnesia to lose your memory. This is how you made me change, Mom.”

“Faith,” I quickly pulled my hand at Elijah when he held me as well. I eyed him with my dark eyes before I glanced at the Engineer.

“Are you the Engineer?” I asked.

“Yes, Engr. Carl Calvera,” he gave me a tiny smile as he introduced himself.

“I'm Faith Flamera,” I said back.

“Yeah, the famous fashion designer.” He chuckled a bit.

“Demolish this house now, I want the construction to begin as soon as possible,” I eyed the two of them, including Elijah who was being eaten up by his pity and conscience.

“Faith, don't do this. We don't have anywhere to go, please!” My father begged. He knelt on the ground, holding my hand, begging me not to do that.

“Hon,” my Mom's voice broke. But the moment I watched him beg me, I saw how he didn't care the night my Mom almost killed me, the night that I lost my child.

“Do you remember me doing the same, Dad?” Tears were slipping out of his eyes, but I was too numb to feel any pain while looking at him.

Do you know what pain that I feel? The pain of losing my child and the fact that my own father chose to feign ignorance that night when I was begging him to stop my mother.

“How many times did I beg you the day I woke up after the accident?” I could feel my long nails being buried on my palm while I was eyeing him with my fuming mad eyes.

“How many times did I beg you the night I lost my child, Dad?” I remember it all. The happenings, and the pain that is still aching up until now.

The wounds are still here. It's invested in me and I couldn't even cure it. Instead of healing, I became numb from it.

“Faith, I was wrong, and you know that I am sorry,” he said with his small voice.

I smirked. “You chose to ignore me instead of helping me, Dad.” I was almost whispering to him with my firmest voice.

“Have you forgotten that you both disowned me?” I glanced at my mother who was crying there. I didn't work hard for damn four years, trying to stand on my own feet again just to pity them. This is what I worked hard for, to come back and ruin all of them just like how they ruined me.

“You shattered me, and I will do the same.” I pulled my hand out of his grasp and ignored him looking so little while begging in front of me.

“You can start the work, Engineer. Do what you think would be good for the house. Money won't be a problem,” I assured him. I saw that he was still hesitant with the given situation that he witnessed, but then, he still nodded, doing his job.

“Gotta go,” I turned my back to all of them, ready to leave the damn house.

“Faith, wait!” I wasn't planning to face Elijah anymore, not until he grabbed my arm and made me face him. I gave him my sharp eyes as I stole back my arm.

“What do you want?”

“Are you really doing this? It's your parents, Faith. You love them so mu—”

“Loved,” I corrected. Past tense.

“Don't you even pity them, Faith? Does it not break you?”

“How dare you ask me that, Elijah?” How dare he show up like nothing happened? How dare he ask me that when he knows what they did to me?

“Did they pity me before, huh?” I was already shaking with anger.

“How about you? Did you even pity me when I begged you so many times?” While I was mentioning those, I couldn't help but to remember those days I felt so small.

“You all ruined me, Elijah, especially you.”

“Faith,”

“Have you forgotten what I told you the day I divorced you?” I wore that tiny sly smirk.

“I will come back and ruin all of you,” I reminded him.

“I meant it, Elijah. I'm not here to love you again, I am here to destroy you just like what you did to me.”

If I am going to hell, I will make sure to drag them with me.

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