Reality Of Dhillon
He pulled himself back, throwing a narrow gaze my way as if expecting me to know the mysterious knocking on our door at midnight. I nodded in response, silently conveying my lack of information.
He stepped off me, hastily putting on his clothes, and marched towards the door. The sensation of it opening was felt on his way out. "You stay here. I'll be back soon," he instructed me before disappearing through the door.
Meanwhile, I gathered my bra, discarded beside me, put it on, and tied the straps of my black gown around my waist as I made my way out of the room, curious about the source of the unexpected disturbance.
"The time for me to understand things has passed. Now it's your turn to understand certain things and act accordingly," the authoritative feminine voice declared.
"I will. When the right time comes, I'll understand everything and act the way you want," Dillon responded, suppressing his voice.
A knot of fear tightened in my throat as I forced myself to remain silent, sealing my lips to conceal any sounds of crying. I didn't want him to know I was overhearing his conversation with her. I had trusted this guy more than anything else, leaving behind my life, luxuries, parents, and wealth to elope with him. I chose to spend my life with whatever food, clothes, and money he would provide me, without questioning or arguing over anything.
In his love, I left behind everything, just for the sake of him. And now, all I felt was betrayal.
'Does he really cheat on me?' The question haunted my thoughts as uncertainty and pain gripped my heart.
"And when that right time will come?" The feminine voice inquired.
"Soon," Dillon replied.
"Oh, I am so done with this statement of yours," she said.
"You don't have to wait more. She started trusting me, and soon I'll convince her to marry me. After that, I can file a case to demand money from her parents. Once I get her property and money, I'll kick her out of my life, and then it'll be just you and me and our baby," Dillon revealed.
All my fears had been proven right. The boy I trusted the most had been playing with me, using me as a tool to become rich overnight. I was nothing more than a pawn for him, a green card in his game. The daughter of a millionaire, the heiress of a vast palace, business, and family wealth—what could I be for him if not a golden opportunity to flourish his future.
"Damn! I've been used at the hands of this man. And all I have been thinking was that he loves me. Fuck!" The harsh reality crashed down on me, shattering the illusion of love that I had built around him.
"Man! I spoiled my life by my own hands." The weight of the revelation left me completely shattered. My feet lost all energy, refusing to bear the burden, and my body thrust into the wall beside me.
I had planned to reward his loyalty with my virginity, not realizing the evil intentions he harbored. He didn't deserve me. He didn't deserve the love I had given him. He wasn't worthy of the moments when I kissed him. I didn't deserve him. He was a snake, a deceiver in disguise, digging a hole in the same plate he ate from.
"Oh God! What did I just do to myself, my life?" The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I had dug a hole for myself, and now that I had fallen into it, there was no one around to rescue me, pull me out, save me, and offer solace. No one to pick up the shattered pieces of me and tape them back together with sympathy.
I had lost it all—my love, my life. The pain was palpable, and the weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air.
The weight of the betrayal crushed me, leaving me with nothing in my hands.
"You deserve this, Grace. Yes, you deserve to be betrayed just the way you did to your parents. You deserve the worst of all."
At that moment, all I yearned for was to be in the comforting presence of my parents. I longed for my mom's hand caressing through my hair and my dad's hand soothingly stroking down my back, consoling me as if nothing had happened.
But the damage had been done, and there was no one there—neither Mom, Dad, nor Carl—to console my soul. No one to tell me that it's okay. It's okay if I made a wrong decision in my life. It's okay if someone whom I trusted more than I should have had stabbed me in the back. It's okay to love someone as much as him, even if he turned out to be a traitor.
I wished from the core of my heart that they would somehow forget me for whatever I had done to myself.
Things could not change, nor could I reverse the wheel of time. All I could do after discovering the true face of that deceitful man was to stop allowing him to cause more damage to me.
"Ok, now go home. I'll come to you in the morning. We will discuss things further," Dillon said to her.
"Yes, I remember tomorrow you have an appointment with the doctor."
After a while, I heard the door slamming shut, the lock turning, and his footsteps proceeding towards the bedroom. I quickly wiped the streaks of tears from my cheeks and headed towards our bed.
The bedroom door opened, and he came in. "Who's that?" I asked him.
"Nothing, a girl from our neighborhood came. She had some emergency and needed to make a call to her husband. So, I gave her my phone, and she called him."
Oh, Dillon, you're so bad at making false excuses, I muttered in my heart. Did he think I was mad or something? Well, I was mad—blindly insane to trust him so much. He wasn't worthy of that.
Before I could say a word, the sobbing and pleading voice of a girl reached my ears, causing me to immediately halt my steps around the corner of my room.
"Shh... she's inside," Dillon tried to hush her.
"I don't care about her," she said.
"Try to understand, Honey!" Dillon spoke.
A loud, thundering sound echoed, breaking the glass walls around my heart, and everything shattered on the ground as my body slumped to the floor. Questions flooded my mind: 'Honey? Why is he calling her honey?' 'Who is she?' 'Is she someone special to him that he's calling her honey?'
I was about to step out of the room and confront Dillon directly, demanding answers to my queries, when something even more shocking and heart-wrenching blocked my way out.