My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Chapter 132 My

She said, "Shawn does not represent the Xenos Family!"

Kiara paled and flew into a rage as she could not keep up her polite act anymore. "Miss Felix, I'm nothere to argue. I'm just here to say hello. If you keep this up, I'm afraid we won't be able to get along."

Her words were truly hilarious to me. Does she think she's so high and mighty? I snapped, "I'm not astraditional as you are. I'd rather not marry him if it means I have to share with another woman."

She closed her eyes and restrained her anger. Then, a long while later, she said calmly, "Goodbye,Miss Felix."

As I looked at her storming away in a huff, it was obvious she had never argued with anyone, thinkingthat she was too elegant to do so. She had no idea how to handle me, so she did the only thing sheknew: leave as elegantly as possible.

I stood in the same spot and did a few breathing exercises to calm down. I had to sort out my emotionsbefore I could calm down. While I was on the way to the company, I texted Kevin, 'Do you know Shawnhas a fiancée?'

Kevin texted back matter-of-factly, 'Yeah, but it's not Shawn's fault. His family arranged this. Don'toverthink it.'

Don't overthink it? She's his fiancée! How can I not overthink it? And he hasn't called me in days! Didhe forget he has a fiancée? I turned my phone off angrily and went to the company. There were a lot of

documents to peruse, but I just could not concentrate. Initially, I felt outraged, but then I calmed downand felt resigned.

The fiancée was not the main problem here; the main problem was how indifferent Shawn was to me. Itwas scary and also despairing.

Right before I clocked out for the day, I told my assistant about the message the butler had left me. Heasked, "Could he be talking about the Santorino families in Montreal?"

"See if there are any families with that last name in Montreal."

Gary went to look into it and came back a while later. "There's only one Santorino Family in Montreal."

"Did the butler want me to see them?"

He said, "Maybe."

"How long will it take to reach Montreal?"

"Three hours. Might be longer depending on the highway's situation."

I asked, "I think we should see this Santorino Family, Gary." I wanted to know what the butler meant.Why did he say I'm not a part of the Felixs?

"I'll get the car."

Gary drove me all the way to Montreal, and it was already 9.00PM when we arrived. It was a smalltown located in the mountains. We arrived at the Santorino Family's house and knocked on the door,but nobody came to answer us. It was really dark and eerie around us; it felt like something would dragus into the darkness if we were not careful. Nervous, I asked, "Will it rain tonight?"

Gary said, "It has been raining a lot lately. The road's really banged up, and the weather report said itwould be a rainy night. We'd be stuck here if that's true."

Nobody came to open the door. Then, just when Gary and I were about to give up, a raspy voiceasked, "Who's there?"

I looked at Gary and he answered, "Just passing through. It's late, so we would appreciate it if we couldstay for the night." He did not tell them why we were really here.

I heard the sound of something rattle behind the door, and it opened. When I saw the man standingbehind the door, I choked on myself and teared up. I went ahead and hugged the man. "I missed you,Dad."

Oh, that's what the butler meant when he was talking about Dad and Mom. He wanted to tell me theywere still alive. I hugged the man as tightly as I could. I did not want to let him go, lest he vanish intothin air.

At the same time, someone called out to me in astonishment, "Renee?"

I looked up in awe as well. "Mom!"

"Get in. Quickly."

…

The living room was neat and tidy. There was even an old piano in the corner and I could imagine Momplaying it daily. I held her hand, but it was not as smooth as it used to be. Finally, she said calmly,"Sorry for leaving you behind."

It was a sad past, and I asked, "Why did you do that?" Why did you leave your fourteen-year-old kidalone?

"Your father and I were tired of the business world, and someone wanted us to leave. They eventhreatened us, too. We're really sorry, Renee."

They hid from me for nine whole years! Who told them to do this?

Mom held me in her embrace, still crying nonstop. Dad patted her shoulder. "You should be happyseeing Renee again."

I held my mother. "Who threatened you guys?" Who would threaten the Felixs? We were such aprominent and affluent family back then!

My tears could not stop flowing and Mom wiped them off my cheeks. Then, she gently said, "Renee,you're not a child anymore, and I don't want to hide this from you. You must have heard something ifyou managed to replace us here."

I accepted my mother's gentle touch greedily. I wanted her to heal my wounds. I held her tightly,refusing to let go. Just like a child, I clung to my mother.

"Renee, you're not our biological daughter."

I stared at my father, shocked. "That's a lie!" I hoped it was, but the butler said otherwise, and Dad andMom had no plans of hiding it from me.

He patted my head, and he teared up. "Your mother gave you to us twenty-three years ago and askedus to raise you. Your mother and I had no children of our own. We could never have a child of our own,so we agreed. We wanted a kid, after all. We didn't care who she was."

I was gripped by shock, and words failed me. I looked at Gary, trying to grasp for something to lean on.My heart felt like the information had torn it asunder, and I held Mom's arm in an attempt to staystanding.

Dad had this look of pity in his eyes when he looked at me. "Your mother came to us nine years agoand told us to leave the Felixs. She wanted us to pass the family down to you. She wanted us todisappear from your life."

"So, you guys faked that accident?"

He nodded, and with difficulty, I asked, "Who is my mother anyway? How did she manage to force youinto leaving the family?"

"Renee, she's a powerful woman, but also a pitiful one. She didn't give you away because she wantedto. She had her reasons."

I asked through tears, "Who is she?"

Dad did not tell me who she was. Instead, he gave me a slip of paper. "This is how you can contacther." I held the note in my hand and wondered what I should do.

All of a sudden, Dad was starting to chase me out. "Renee, you should go back to your town andpretend you never saw us. My name's Nelson now, and your mother changed her name too.Remember that."

I was still in agony and asked, "Why did you have to do that?"