Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella) -
Chapter 3
Chapter3
I held back my emotions, on the verge of breaking down.[]
"If you really think that necklace can be shared with another woman, then fine. Come pick it up tomorrow. I'm tired today."[]
"I'll come tonight. I'm worried I won't have time tomorrow."]
Xavier hung up the phone hastily, leaving me with empty eyes.]
Just a moment ago, I had foolishly hoped he was calling because he was worried about me.
I really was pathetic.
Tears fell from my eyes.]]
My new phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a loud crack.]
The screen shattered just like our already broken love.
I buried my face in the couch and cried.]
I cried for my youth, for the eight years of so-called love that wasn't worth it.
When I was too exhausted to cry anymore, I fell asleep without realizing it.[]
I was awakened by the sound of drawers being ransacked in the bedroom.
I struggled to get up and walked into the bedroom.]
Xavier paused slightly as he searched for something.
"I saw you were asleep when I came in. I didn't mean to wake you."
I didn't respond, silently taking the necklace out of the drawer and handing it to him.]
"Give it to her."
Xavier looked surprised, then let out a cold snort.[]
"In the past, if I wanted to give your something to Chloe, you'd throw a fit. Why are you suddenly so sensible? What are you planning?"
I dragged my weak body and forced a mocking smile.
"Do I look like I have the strength or the will to plan anything right now?"[]
Xavier glared at me, grabbing the necklace from my hand and storming out.
"This is for the best. If you had been half as thoughtful as Chloe, we wouldn't be arguing all the time."
The door slammed shut. Xavier was gone, off to dote on his childhood friend.
It was laughable. He acted just like I used to in front of him.
A little lapdog, doing everything to make the one they love happy.
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