THE ONE WHO WALKED AWAY

Patrick's POV

I stood at the entrance of my mansion, my eyes locked on the tail lights of the car as it disappeared down the long driveway. The cold evening breeze, swept past me, but I barely felt it. My hands curls into a fist at my sides.

She left. Just like that.I expected screaming. Tears. Maybe even a slap. Giselle just left.

It made no sense. Wasn't she supposed to fight for me?To beg? To demand for an explanation?

But instead, she walked away like I meant nothing. Like we were nothing.

A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. So, she gave up on me that easily? Over what? A handsome face guy.She must be joking. She'd be back. She always comes back. And I'll be here when she does. I thought to myself. I slow mocking voice broke my thought."She'll be back to beg soon. " My mother, Karen said, stepping beside me.

I didn't turn to look at her. I knew that smug expression was on her face, the one she always wore when things were going her way.

"She's not only useless but she's a whore too." Debbie, my sister added, her voice thick with disdain. "A woman like that does not deserve a man like you, Patrick."

I clenched my jaw. Debbie had never liked Giselle. She always whispers venom about her, always making her feel like some privileged brat. I used to ignore it, but right now I just want to be alone.

"You were never her type " Debbie continued. Flipping her manicured fingernails.

"But more importantly, she was never your. You're the CEO of Hilton Group, Patrick. You deserve better."

"Yes, I know " I muttered under my breath scoffing.

"Exactly." A sultry voice whispered in my ears.I turned slightly to see Becky walking towards me, her hips swaying deliberately. She placed her delicate hands on my chest and tilted her head. Her hips curling into a satisfied smirk."You and I, Patrick " she whispered pressing closer, "we are always meant to be. Giselle was just a distraction."

I should have agreed. Should have smiled back at her but somehow I felt nothing.

They giggling together, exchanging knowing looks, their laughter echoing in the air like a cruel melody.I didn't want to hear it. Anger burned in my chest as I turned and stormed inside the house, shutting the doors behind me with a loud thud. Why did she leave so easily?. The question rattled inside my head like hunting tune as I stepped into the living room. My gaze fell to the floor, and something in my chest twisted painfully. There, in a careless heap, lay her clothes. The expensive silk dress I had gotten for her when I was broke. She had treasured it till today, when I asked her to take it off and she did. The expensive earrings I had gifted her on our anniversary, and.... The engagement ring.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I stepped closer. Why would she take them off? I was expecting her to argue. Didn't they mean anything to her? To us?. I clenched my fist so tightly my knuckles turned white. My jaw locked. Heat surged through me. She shouldn't have done that. My breath was ragged as my gaze shifted to the coffee table, where a set of papers sat nearly, divorce papers. I grabbed them. My eyes scanning the words furiously. Dissolution of Marriage. I tore them apart , Every Single page. I wasn't going to let her do this. I wasn't going the let her walk away lie I meant nothing. Like some trash.

The shrill sound of my phone ringing made me freeze. I inhaled sharply before reaching into my pocket and answered. "This is Patrick." I said,my voice sharp. A familiar voice spoke on the other end. It was my assistant, Melvin. "Sir, I just wanted to remind you that in three days, Lord Benjamin Von Howard will be hosting his daughter's birthday party at his castle. An invitation was sent to you." I pressed my fingers against my head. "Alright, thank you Melvin." I had completely forgotten about the event , it was one of the biggest social gatherings of the year. Attended by the wealthiest and most powerful families in the city. 

I was an upcoming Entrepreneur and relating with the ruling elites could add more credits to my name. It was golden opportunity to strengthen my business relationship with the ruling class. Before i could hang up, Becky's voice purred behind me. "I got you the invitation, Patrick." She walked softly to my back and held me softly, pressing her body into me from behind. "It's our chance, Patrick." She whispered draped her fingers on my shoulders. "A chance to make the Von Howard to notice you. Notice us." I didn't reply but my jaw tightened. She wasn't wrong. But something about the way she said it, about the way everyone were already acting like Giselle is replaceable, made my stomach churn. Giselle may have walked away today but something told me this wasn't the end. Not even close. Worst part is I didn't know where she was taken. "Why aren't you saying anything, babe?" "Aren't you happy I got you an invitation to the most exquisite party in the City?" Becky questioned. "No, you're getting it all wrong. You know what I gotta go" I protested trying to walk away calmly. "Ouch," Becky screamed and held her abdomen. "It's the baby Patrick." She said. I grabbed her immediately and steadily helped her to seat on the sofa. "What happened to her?" My mom's voice purred from the front door with my sister Debbie following closely behind her