My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 3. He is My Future

A shock hard enough on my shoulders woke me from the long daydreams of the past. The body suddenly flickered softly, surprised by the gathering of my consciousness.

"Shelina's." The voice of someone beside me. I turned my head and immediately looked at the worried face of Andrew. I nodded slowly answering his call. Then glance around quickly. We were both in Andrew's car, which had stopped in front of my apartment building.

"You okay?" The worried and unsatisfied question only got a nod of my head. He demanded an answer from my mouth.

"Yes, I'm fine," a small smile I displayed expelled the obvious worries and worries on his face. Andrew grabbed my shoulder and turned my body towards it. Our eyes looked at each other.

"Don't listen to Marcus. He's just surprised because you're so much younger than me."

"Yes," I replied quietly while nodding. Of course Marcus was shocked. We haven't seen each other for five years. And our first meeting was very unreasonable. It used to be our relationship with lovers but now our relationship is nothing more than a relationship between a prospective stepson and his stepmother.

"Listen, Marcus is indeed a cold and hard boy. But he's actually a good boy. I love him so much. I hope you love him too" said Andrew softly trying to explain to me how cold and cruel Marcus had been.

"He hates me" I said grudgingly, a little surprised by the words that came out of my own mouth.

"Sttts. He doesn't hate you. He just hasn't accepted your presence."

"He doesn't agree with me—"

"Calm down, we're gonna be married in a month. With or without Marcus' consent."

"Now, comein. It's already night. You'll have to get up early tomorrow to clean up the things you're gonna bring." I nodded slowly. Resigned, do not want to oppose his words anymore. Even though my heart is doubtful now, is my decision right? Am I sure I'm gonna marry her in a month? Andrew is a good man, he loves me a lot and I love him too. But until now I couldn't love Andrew because my heart had been broken by another man who was his only son, Marcus Cho. I remember my first meeting with Andrew.

A slap hit my left cheek. So spicy and hot. Burned cheeks. Throbbing\-throbbing smoldering pain. My hand felt softly on the left cheek, pain and heat.

"Basic lowly bitch!"

I'm turning. The middle-aged woman with the luxury\-goods item all over her body stood before me. With a sad and angry face looking at me. His eyes were burning sharply.

"How dare\-how dare you tease my husband? You low bitch!" His screams shrieked until dozens of pairs of eyes stared at us. Dj's music thump stopped, everyone focused on waiting for the chaos that would occur. The heat on my cheeks made me aware, it was not the time for me to keep quiet. I was a whore but never flirted with her husband. The man himself came and hired me.

"Get your mouth, madam." I straightened my body. Standing face to face with that haughty and arrogant middle-aged woman.

"Take my mouth?" His eyebrows went up next to mock me.

"There's nothing wrong with my words. You're a whore, a lowly bitch who peddles her body to anyone. Tempting the rich man with your body," the mistress sneered at my work.

"Yes, I'm a bitch. But I never teased your husband. He came and seduced me to serve him. Don't blame me if he's interested in me, but ask yourself why is he glancing at a young girl like me? That's because you're no longer excited. Your face is wrinkled and your body is loose not as narrow as mine. So, it's not me who teases your husband, but you who can't satisfy him anymore" I grinned happily because all my words were the truth. The man told me once after he was satisfied with my service.

The arrogant mistress's face grew even darker. The horns and smoke came out of his head. He quickly attacked me. His fingers pulled my long hair brutally. The elegance of the upper class attached to his body seemed to disappear with his bar\-bar behavior that raged and pulled my hair rough.

The pain is immeasurable. My hair was forcibly pulled. My hair is loose. Dizziness hunting so quickly accompanied by a very severe pain. Before my whole hair falls out from this mad lady, I have to stop her. I pulled his hand.

Damn, his hands are so tight. Unable to break away from her, I turned against the old woman.

I want him to know my pain. My hand quickly grabbed her hair. Then pulled him so tight that he screamed loudly because of me.

I grinned. Life taught me to never be silent. Wounds are repaid with wounds. Pain is returned with pain. Nothing will change if I just silently accept the evil treatment of others. As long as I'm right, never stop defending it.

Our dispute lasted long enough. No one from the crowd inside this club separated us. They were even excited to watch. Tone the words\-words of encouragement so that we are even more crazy. That mad mad madam clawed my face. LUNATIC!!

My jaw hardened, eyes darkened, and cheeks were sore. The woman's nails hurt my face. I brutally retaliated for her treatment. Clawed his face. I grinned happily remembering a few days ago I did a treatment on my fingernails. Our fight is getting hotter. Until a man pulls my body from behind. And a middle-aged man attracted the arrogant mistress. The man who a few days ago was always looking for me, the arrogant mistress' husband.

"Bring your wife home!" said a man who was holding my body. I still want to hit that woman. I wasn't quite satisfied with just tearing up a fancy shirt and clawing at his face. Her hair is so random\-random. He's very sad.

"Take me off!" Shouted the mistress did not accept being detained by her husband.

"Shut up! Do you want to embarrass yourself? Go home now!" Her husband was angry.

"Shame myself? You're the one who embarrassed me for connecting with that bitch!" The screams don't take it. But her husband pulled her out of here to disappear behind the door. The crowd began to disperse, again cool to enjoy Dj music and dance.

I realized that a man still hugged my stomach tightly from behind. Quickly let go and turned around. Instantly silent and frozen. In front of me stood a handsome adult man despite his age much older than me. Black eyes so dark, nose so sharp, and lips thick enough, I was blown away. He examined my appearance from the bottom up. His eyes grew up looking at my face.

"Gosh, you're hurt." In a panic he pulled my hand to immediately follow his big move. I just kept quiet when he took me to one of the rooms provided at the club tonight. I don't know where he got it. Now his hand is holding a small towel that has been dipped in warm water and slowly rubbing it towards my face.

I froze because his warm breath hit my face. This guy is so close. Even his face was a few feet away from me. He doesn't care about the distance between us. And keep focused on cleaning up the wounds on my face. Then put the plaster there. Since then I just kept silent not to speak at all because this man also said nothing. He sat down again in front of me after putting a small basin, towel and wound medicine on the table.

The man pulled my shoulder to come face to face with him. My heart was beating hard waiting for what he would do. We were both in this room. Sit facing each other on a big bed. I don't know, my mind's floating. I'm sure this guy won't let me go. His kindness was only a small concern to be able to approach and touch me. And I'm sure he must have sued me to serve him.

His hand slowly touched my head. He has already started his action. But my eyes widened perfectly when that hand went down my hair. Slicing my hair with her fingers\-rays. His left hand was also stretched out. Doing the same thing on the right side of my hair.

What's he trying to do? Trying to clean my messy hair. No way, he must be just like any other man full of lust. But the more I deny it the more this man in front of me looks at me tastefully. The look in her eyes that focused on me exuded such great love and care.

"What's your name?" His soft voice swept away. I was closed in enjoying the love from the caress of his hand on my head.

"Shelina, Shelina Aston," my voice just came out. As if I were hypnotized by him. He smiled broadly. I don't know why I like his smile so much. That smile was even transmitted to me.

"What a beautiful name. My name is Andrew Cho" he said.

"Tonight accompany me" he said softly. As expected, there are no sincere people in this world. Everyone has a purpose behind their good actions.

"No, not by serving me. But accompany me to share your story," Andrew denied as if he understood my thoughts.

"What?" My eyes glared in disbelief. My mouth opened speechless. What does this guy mean? Sharing stories? Is he kidding? He said it was as if my life story was so interesting for him to listen to rather than demanding that I serve him in bed.

"Shelina, can you tell me your life story?" Ask expectantly. Afraid I would refuse his request. He serious? Andrew was serious about his words. This is the first time a man has asked me to tell you the story of my life. None of the men cared all this time. They just want satisfaction and a sweet mouth. No one treats me as tender and as considerate as this man.

At first, I refused to tell a story and wanted him to understand that I could not share a story with a foreign man until he himself began to tell the story of his life. The story of him who loved his late wife very much. Until the night gets late. And we slept together without having a husband and wife relationship. Not even a single lip kiss. Really\-just slept in the same bed with him hugging me. This is the first time I've slept with a man without having sex.

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A soft, warm object stuck to the forehead. Reawakened me back from my momentary daydream. Andrew peed at my forehead. Delivering a soothing warmth. I realized that he was such a meaningful person in my life. My hero. And my decision to marry her, I don't deserve to question and doubt.

"Get in and go to sleep, you understand." His hand stroked the top of my head gently with affection. I nodded with a big smile towards him. And start getting out of the car, waving for a bit until he goes away.

I set foot into my apartment on the seventh floor. The silence of the building enveloped me. I was overwhelmed with thousands of thoughts in wishful thinking.

Marcus.

The one I missed so much five years ago. The person I wanted to meet and avoid. A person who was never again in my dreams. Now come again. Come when I so desperately want to start my new life. The one who had the first word of my entire life. First love, first kiss and my first man. There's no way I can forget or erase it. He was engraved so deeply in the heart, imprinting without being able to disappear in the slightest.

The sound of the elevator rattled me. I realized I was going to step out and walk back. Tracing the quiet and quiet hallway to stand in front of one of the apartment doors.

I typed some password combination numbers in the apartment door panel. And get in when the door opens. Silent, dark, and quiet, that's what always welcomes my presence in this apartment. The spacious and luxurious apartment Andrew had prepared for me. My feet are slowly moving in the dark. Not trying to turn on the lights. Taking off the fifteen centi highheels that have been tormenting me since. A sigh of relief came out when the soles of my feet touched the coldness of the ceramic. I walked down the cryptic living room in the darkness.

Just take my handbag off until it falls helplessly on the floor in a loud enough voice. I don't care, too tired just to put that fancy bag on the table.

I pushed my room door slowly. Keep walking towards the bed. The moonlight is enough to illuminate this room, entering through a large glass window that separates the room and the balcony. When I stood on the side of the bed, I dropped my body. Stretched my arms wide, floated helplessly and landed quickly on the soothing padded mattress. I closed my eyes, inhaled so much air and exhaled it slowly. My eyes opened again, the plain sky of the room was welcoming.

Again, the failed dinner meeting just turned around. Like a crumpled cassette that is rotated repeatedly endlessly.

Marcus was as surprised as I was. I trembled considering her sharp and intimidating eyes. Not because of fascination or longing. But because the pain realized that now everything has changed. L'm... It won't be possible to have it again. He's just my past and Andrew's my future. No matter how difficult the obstacle is. It doesn't matter how hard people are against us. I just want to be happy with him. The man who became the light in my darkness. My future husband, Andrew Cho.

The tears were dripping without my being able to stand it. Can't cover up the sadness, the hurt and the pain in my heart. I just hope this is my last tear for Marcus. Because he's just my past. A past that is an unforgettable memory that I can no longer expect to repeat now or in the future.

No one knows or guesses how your destiny was written by God. Just like destiny has happened to me. Five years ago Marcus was my lover, but now he's my stepdaughter. Five years ago I didn't know Andrew at all but now he's my future husband. No one can guess and read the destiny that God has outlined. Anything can happen if He wants it. And I can only hope and pray that there will be happiness waiting at the end of this path of destiny.