Betrayal

"Dad," I called out to him, finally letting the tears fall down my face. The man kept aside his drink and turned to face me. I hadn't expected to see the impatience in his gaze; it mirrored the look Damien had given me before leaving the hospital with Sasha. I had never been close to my father; Sasha was the golden child to both parents. Sometimes, I felt that my mom and dad merely tolerated my presence.

Richard Carter was a successful businessman who always put work above everything else. All his life, his motto had always been to make money. His only weakness was his younger daughter whom he loved and pampered. He had been the one to encourage me to marry Damien, so if there was anyone who could understand me, it would be him.

"Dad, I..." I started, but he interrupted me, "There is no need for you to say anything." He waved a dismissive hand at me, not even letting me finish my sentence. "I overheard your conversation with your mother."

"Then you have to help me beg Sasha. You need to tell her to leave my husband alone! Out of all the men who have asked for her hand, why did she have to go for the one that matters the most to me?"

"Enough of this nonsense! Are you more worried about that man than your own sister's health? Do you know that she nearly lost her life yesterday? We've been trying to contact you for days, yet you refuse to respond. You could have saved her life earlier, yet you didn't care about her at all. You let her suffer. I'm surprised I have a selfish person like you for a daughter "

"I didn't receive any message; I never knew she was sick. If I had known that Sasha was sick, I would have gone to see her. The truth is, I would have given her my kidney if she had asked for it. We never got along, but it didn't mean I wanted her dead. But the betrayal cut deep; now it feels like Sasha has turned everyone against me.

"It doesn't matter what lies you had come up with. When I see Damian next time, I should thank him for doing what you were too cowardly to go through. If it wasn't for him, your sister would be dead. Don't even think of getting the police involved in this."

"Dad, what about me? Don't you care about my pain?"

"What pain?" I threw my head back and laughed mockingly. "Before my wedding day, do you know what your husband said to me? He told me that he wished he was marrying your sister instead. He begged me to let him have Sasha, but because of how sick she was, I told him I couldn't take the risk. And so he had to settle for you. All these years, I didn't even realize that he didn't love me. I was a fool. Now that the truth is out, do I have anyone else to blame other than myself?"

My father's words were like a dagger sent through my heart. Once again, I am reminded of how insignificant I am compared to my younger sister. The harsh reality is that even though my parents are choosing to side with Sasha. I was left behind to nurse a broken heart and a failed marriage.

I couldn't bring herself to say anything. I went up to the guest bedroom and curled under the sheets. It was still raining heavily outside. My phone suddenly lit up, I had managed to grab it from the hospital before I escaped. I unlocked the phone to see a single text message sent to me by Damien

" for your trouble "

The message was soon accompanied by a credit alert. half a million had been deposited into my account. I wasn't surprised by the amount of money, Damien usually spoilt me with gifts such as money, jewellery, clothes and cars. I had received the same amount of money on my birthday, on our first anniversary and all the other times I had been stood up by him. money was never something I valued, my parents were counted among the rich and famous in the country, so I had grown up in luxury, I was provided with everything I would ever want, all except the one thing I truly needed. Love. I had only ever wanted someone to love and cherish me, someone that would always put me first above anyone else

I angrily threw the phone against the wall and watched it smash to pieces. I got out of bed and went downstairs, still dressed in the clothes I had gotten from the hospital. My parents didn't speak to me or ask me where I was going as I left the house. I took a cab to the Villa where I had spent the last three years of my life. The rain was pouring down heavily now, almost as if weeping on her behalf, she stood in the front yard of the house I had once considered my marital home. I was facing the ceiling to floor glass window where my husband usually spent most of his time working. I knew he was going to be there, he had to be

I stormed into the guest bedroom, rain drumming against the window, my heart heavy with pain. "Damien West!" I screamed. It didn't take long before I saw the familiar figure of my husband. Sasha was standing beside him, his arm wrapped around her waist. My sister was dressed in one of Damien's oversized T-shirts, her hair messy. I didn't need anyone to tell me that they had gotten intimate.

Grateful for the way the rain masked my tears, I wouldn't want them to see me so weak. I promised myself that I would never taste the saltiness of my tears ever again. "I want a f****** divorce! Do you hear me?! I hate you more than anything in this world. You are my worst mistake."

Damien didn't say anything, I didn't expect him to. I turned around and left. I didn't return to my parents' house; instead, I spent the night in a cheap motel room searching for a divorce attorney.