Chapter thirteen

Oliver

Two days had gone by since the disastrous wedding reception and my breakup with Dallas. The media had gone crazy over the engagement fiasco. I guess it's not everyday an engagement get called off just hours after it goes public.

People were spinning crazy theories about why I called the engagement off. The most viral speculation was that I found out that Jenna was cheating on me at the reception.

Several videos went viral of the male celebrities present at the reception that she could have cheated on me with. Most of whom I've never seen before in my life.

Short clips of her talking to those celebrities at the reception, briefly touching some of them, accidental arm touch, handshakes, just completely harmless moments, were posted all over the media.

Some people said the reason for the engagement being called off was because I fell in love with someone else. While that is the correct speculation, no one had any evidence to back it up as I rarely interact with any female celebrity. As a result, the theory fell flat quickly.

The most hilarious one was that I have a secret wife and child that I've managed to hide from the world. Jenna found out about it and refused to marry me, she dumped my ass. That theory surprisingly got a lot of coverage.

The media adored Jenna Jang. She was the American model and Korean sweetheart, one of the highest paying models in the field. While I barely attend interviews or make any public appearance at social events.

Nonetheless, the Kang and Jang families were the main topic of every TV channels and blogs. It was exhausting, but my only source of entertainment in this room.

Despite the chaos on the internet, I've remained silent on the matter. Partly because I didn't care what the media thinks, and also, I was still occupied with my moping.

Never in my wildest dreams have I imagined myself being this devastated over a breakup, but here we are. I hadn't left the house in two days nor have I slept in the bedroom. It feels ridiculously big and empty without Dallas in it. I had taken up residence in one of the many other guestrooms. It was far away from my and Dallas's room.

Thankfully, everyone had given me space. Mum was surprisingly calm with the whole engagement fiasco. I assumed she would be banging on my door and dragging me to a press conference with a prepared script in hand.

The script would probably contain how sorry I was for the confusion and that I was still engaged to Jenna. But she hadn't even sent me a text message. I knew it was only a matter of time before she snapped.

Suzy seem to have let go of the fact that Mum ruined her wedding. She sent me a text this morning asking about my wellbeing and how she was here if I needed to talk. I didn't reply to her.

My friends have been blowing up the group chat, probably trying to cheer me up in their own way. I hadn't even opened their texts.

It's like everyone is trying to get me to loosen up, but didn't quite know how to. I didn't really know how to deal with this either. I've never had a break up in my entire life. I've never fallen in love until I met her. And now she's no longer with me.

Everywhere feels so fucking lonely. I hadn't realized how sad and boring my life was before I met her until now.

Everytime I hear my phone's notification sound, I imagine it was her text and would rush to check only to be disappointed. I always knew it wasn't her text before I checked, but the silent ‘what if’ that echoes at the back of my mind doesn't allow me to think clearly.

I've acted like the desperate ex in those cheesy romance movies she loved so much and sent her several texts, asking her to come back to me. She didn't reply to any of them. She didn't even open them.

I can't seem to accept the break up. Not when she's everywhere. I smell the scent of her perfume each time I take a deep breath. I hear the sound of her voice every time it becomes too quiet. I feel her presence each time the breeze touch my skin in a gentle caress. It feels like she's touching me. It's like she's here, but not really here. She has etched herself so thoroughly into my life that it was impossible not to get over her.

I convinced myself that she would come back eventually. She has to. Her things were still in the house. She hadn't come pack then yet. When she does, I'll make sure she never leaves again. I'm never going to let her go again. I'll chain her to myself if I have to.

A really loud knock resounded on the door. Or maybe I thought it was loud because of the banging headache that has refused to go away for two days now. I've swallowed different kind of painkillers Heather brought, but the headache still persisted.

The knock came the second time when I didn't answer the first. It was a bit louder this time. My head throbbed with the noise.

“Go away!” I snapped, not caring who was at the door. They could fucking go to hell.

The person, however, did not go away. Instead, the doorknob twisted and the door was shoved open.

“I said go away!” I yelled louder this time. I was already so mad at whoever was at the door.

Why can't people listen to simple instruction and just leave me the hell alone?

I half expected Heather to be at the door. She was the only one out of all the servants in the house who had knocked on this door ever since I moved here. It had only been to serve me food and occasionally check on me. As if I need checking in on.

Even then she hadn't entered when I asked her not to. She would just ask how I was faring through the door. It usually resulted with me giving her a sharp response or not answering at all.

She had been taking my foul mood in strides and hadn't scurried away at my stern face like Tabitha did. She also didn't flinch whenever I yelled at her. Which had been plenty of times since the incident.

Sometimes I feel guilty about it, but sometimes I couldn't bring myself to care. Just seeing her reminds me more of Dallas.

But it wasn't Heather who walked in. Instead, it was–

“Jesus Christ, it looks like somebody died in here. Did you even shower? Why is it so dark in here?” the familiar feminine voice that I've lived with my whole life, said while still standing in the doorway.

I immediately sprung to my feet in surprise. In all my imaginations, never have I imagined this person that walked in. I was almost convinced that I had finally gone crazy and started making up scenarios in my head.

“Mum?”
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