My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapters 1. Meet Again

All parts based on viewpoint /pov Shelina Aston

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The past is an unforgettable memory that I can no longer hope to repeat now or in the future.

_Shelina Aston_'s

~July 2015~

The clock kept on non-stop. Seconds by seconds had passed changing minutes and even had changed hours. My heart was pounding more and more as time went on. The hand shook slowly could not help the nervousness that struck. Cold sweat begins to appear on the temples. The temperature of this private room is hot even though the AC is on since. Oh my God, my body is already flooded with sweat. Questions began to appear.

How'd I look? Will he accept me? How'this? What if he doesn't come? What if he doesn't agree? What if he's gonna fight me?

I'm getting restless. The door of the room was more attentive than the delicious food in front of me. Why has he not come yet? What is he—

A large, warm hand clasped my hand, wrapped around it to provide warmth, I turned my head and looked directly at it with beautiful, soothing eyes.

"Calm down, he'll come." The man before me smiled gently to calm my worries and anxiety. This guy can always calm me down with his smile. Although he was 48 years old, he was still handsome and young in my eyes. His face was extremely well-groomed and looked younger than his age. He's Andrew Cho, my fiancee and future husband.

Surprised? How could a 24-year-old girl like me be her fiance. A 48-year-old widower who already has a son. Even his son is two years older than me.

There was a lot of negative speculation when we found out about our relationship. Andrew is the president of a big company and I'm just a girl from a poor family. Many people insulted me. Said I approached Andrew to get his fortune. Insulting me is a shameless bitch who seduces rich old men. My heart hurts every time it happens. I can't deny it because I'm a bitch. But they don't know if I truly love them. I don't care anymore about the gossip and insults. As long as I'm happy with Andrew that's enough. Because he's a hero in my dark life.

"My son will be here any minute." Her voice was softly soothing. He smiled warmly, his two eyes sinking into a line.

I nodded slowly. Instead of being calm, I was getting nervous and nervous. Andrew had told me a little about his son, that man was much more worthy of being a brother than my stepson. Andrew said his son served as chief director at the company. Because of his busy life, he was late to attend this dinner. The dinner that Andrew had deliberately set up to bring me to meet his son. That's what's been making me nervous and nervous since. How did his son react when he met me? Does she have a stepmother as young as I am?

The sound of an open door woke me from a long daydream. I raise my head. A man stood at the door. Our eyes meet. I was glued to the pitch-black eyes that swept me away in the memories of the past. The heart beats so fast it pumps blood so fast throughout my organs. I was like a mild stroke because I couldn't move. The whole body is stiff and numb.

"You're finally coming, Marcus. We've been waiting for you since." Andrew's voice took my eyes off the man still standing at the door. I looked down deeply to avoid her sharp gaze. My hands are*** and vibrate.

The approaching footsteps make the heart beat faster. The sound of the chair moving around disturbed me. There was a hot and piercing look from before me. But I just looked down agitated, nervous and scared.

"Shelina, introduce him to Marcus Cho, my son," Andrew's voice was like a lightning bolt. As my eyes opened wide, my body stiffened with thousands of volts of electricity.

The son? Marcus Andrew's son? Not likely? That's not possible? My head is shaking slowly. It was very difficult for me to look up. Marcus was sitting in front of me. His eyes pierced and skinned me, like a hot slide that melted anything. I want to run as fast as possible to get away from Marcus. Thinning air makes the lungs congested, this room like shrink and squeeze me.  Cold sweat is increasingly pouring on the forehead and all over the body. I had trouble swallowing my saliva, like a sharp knife so big it stuck in the throat, so agonizing and so painful.

How did all this happen? I'm getting married to the father of my ex-boyfriend. An ex? I'm not sure to say that, because there was no breaking up in our relationship five years ago.

I'm getting restless.My hands are so tight. A bad habit whenever I get nervous and nervous.My hands are so tight they hurt, just to distract my anxiety.

What would Marcus say? Is he going to tell Andrew about our relationship in the past? Will Marcus oppose my relationship with Andrew? Is he going to insult me, bitch of a duitan eye? Is he going to— Oh my God, I'm going crazy.

"Is she the woman you want to introduce me to?" Marcus' voice was cold and threatening, yet sexy at the same time.

"Yes, this is Shelina Aston, my fiance and future wife" Andrew replied steadily. Marcus sneered cynically. Staring at me with her sharp eyes, a second later turned into a haughty and insulting look made my heart ache. It's been five years and I've forgotten it. But why did my heart ache from receiving such an insulting look from her? Is it because he's someone I've known in the past? Is it because he's a man who used to trust me so much?

"You're crazy! You want to marry her. That woman deserves to be your daughter?" His frown was sharp not pointing at me.

"So, Marcus." A low voice full of threats came out from Andrew warning Marcus of his words.

"So what I said?" Next to Marcus's eyebrows rose in ridicule of Andrew.

"I don't care if you're going to marry a bitch. But I don't want to have a stepmother younger than me."

"And you! How low are you to marry an older man who deserves to be your father?!" Marcus' voice was softly full of thorns in every word.

Now I know, why did this heart ache so much when it spoke those sharp, pungent words? Because I never forgot Marcus even though he disappeared for five years. Even though he forgot his promise, Marcus is still in my heart. It never goes away, even if there's an andrew by my side. It's too painful, too painful. Marcus insulted me, I can endure when everyone does that, but not insults from him.

My body is shaking more and more. My eyes are filled with tears ready to fall at any moment. Marcus looked at me sharply and hated me. I'm like the worst enemy he's ever seen. Then he just went and left this room. When the door was closed, that was when my tears fell. He never yelled at me, was angry or insulted me. This is the first time and it is so painful.