My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 9. My From Life

I woke up this morning. My eyes swelled with tears last night and my lips were hurt. What am I supposed to say if Andrew asks about my messy state?

After showering and dressing up I went downstairs for breakfast. I wish that my smile eye's and red lipstick could cover my condition.

I was silent at the dining room door. Why is Marcus sitting there?

"Shelina's." Andrew smiled at me. He put down the morning newspaper he had just read. I walked closer with eyes that never escaped Marcus. This was the first time she had breakfast together during my stay at this mansion.

"What's? Why?" Marcus's voice of judes made me groan briefly. Still amazed by his presence here. I sat down next to Andrew.

"You're having bad luck, why? Does taking care of the cafe make you tired?"

"Yes, the cafe is quite crowded at the moment."

"Take the day off, don't get too worried about your calm. Wait a minute.." Andrew pulled my chin towards her. I'm speechless. Did he notice something wrong on my face?

"What's wrong with your lips?"

"Ohuk... uhuk..." Marcus coughed when he heard Andrew say. I glanced at. So, he still remembered what happened last night. I brushed Andrew's hand off and re-adorned the jam onto the bread.

"I accidentally sniffed him last night while brushing my teeth."

"You have to treat it if you don't want to be a thrush."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dad sure wanted to make Shelina his wife. Take care of herself, she can't."

I snorted loudly. Did he forget that my lips hurt because of him?

"I've known him long enough Marcus. Shelina is an independent woman. He can do a lot of things."

"Including serving men in bed."

My jaw was stiff. Marcus really fished my emotions. He wants to die in my hands, right?

"I wonder why you hate Shelina so much? She did have a bad past but she deserves to be a wife. If you're concerned about our age difference, I don't think you need to be this angry and hateful to Shelina. Do you have any other reason to make you hate her so much?"

Is correct. I question that too? Why does Marcus hate and oppose my relationship with Andrew so much?

Marcus was just silent, his sharp eyes looking at me fixedly.

"Yes, I hate her so much because she's a cunning woman who doesn't deserve you, Dad."

"You're talking like you've known Shelina for a long time. Did you know each other before?"

I looked quickly at Andrew. From the corner of my eye, I caught Marcus doing the same thing. We were shocked by Andrew's words.

"What's wrong? Why are you two looking at me like that? Do you really know each other?"

"No!" I shouted quickly along with Marcus.

I turned my head and immediately met with Marcus's black eyes. A second later we threw each other out of face. I snorted loudly. I'm not going to tell Andrew that Marcus was my ex-boyfriend.

Andrew laughed out loud enough to grab my attention.

"This is the first time you two have been so compact. And it looks so adorable."

"I don't want to be confused with that bitch."

I grunt. He thinks I'm going to. If there wasn't Andrew here, I'd cut Marcus' shitty lips off. Aisshhh sucks!

"Shelina's a good girl, Marcus. I'm sure she can be a good stepmother to you. You just don't know him yet. I'm sure you'll like it. You can be friends first."

Marcus snorted harshly at Andrew's words. We're both friends? Oh, my God, that's impossible.

"I'm done. I'm leaving first, Dad." Marcus got up and walked away from the dining room without saying goodbye or staring at me. Can't that guy be a little nice to me.

***

I sat in the corner of Wonderful Cafe staring at the view outside from the large window glass to my right. Last night's events disturbed me. What did Marcus mean?

How can you get engaged and get married to my father? Have you gone crazy? Of all the men in the world why did you choose my father to be your husband? Did you do that on purpose to hurt me? You want to see me getting ruined because of you.

I hurt Marcus? What a joke the man was saying. It was clearly her who left me without any news after she got my virginity. The memories of five years ago are still clearly recorded in my brain. It was as if all that had just happened yesterday.

One day after I gave my virginity to Marcus, that was the night of my mother's death. Marcus had no news that day. I think he's busy with his college work. But he didn't come at all at my mother's funeral. My heart was so sad at the time, I needed him but he couldn't be reached. Her cell phone number is off. I was still thinking positively at the time and focused on the burial of my mother's body because Jonathan, my father was completely unwilling to take care of it.

I'm surprised I'm not playing right now. I've even met the striped-nose guy who bought me. But I'll never be a whore. I don't want another man touching my body. I just want Marcus to do that.

I desperately ran away from that hotel room. I went to Marcus' apartment to seek shelter from the man. But when I got there, Marcus wasn't there. I think he just went out as clumsy. Since I knew the password to the apartment door, I went inside. At that time my feelings were strange. Marcus' apartment didn't change a bit from the day I left the place. It was as if Marcus had been gone since that day.

But my little heart brushed off that prejudice. I stayed there waiting for Marcus to come back. The man had no news, his cell phone was never active and friends at his college had not seen him for a long time. I waited two weeks for Marcus to return. Tortured by the grief of the loss of a mother is also a great longing for Marcus. I've missed him.

Every night I cried and prayed for him to come back. My heart hurts every time I wipe Marcus's bed sheet. Looking for the man's fragrant trace there. I am tormented by a deep longing. Whenever I wanted to give up I always remembered Marcus's promise to marry me. His love and touch in my body.

But it was all for nothing. The wait for my torment was so useless. Right in the third week, people from the apartment property came to Marcus' apartment. I'm surprised I'm not playing. They tidied up and put all Marcus's stuff in the box. I frowned and asked them for an explanation. It was then that my heart was pierced by a long sword until it pierced through my back.

They said the apartment was for sale. When I asked where Marcus was, they put their shoulders together not knowing. My tears flowed non-stop. Marcus just left me, without a word of farewell. The man disappeared like the earth. Going after stealing my heart to give me emptiness and emptiness.

I can't stay there. Because the new owner will occupy the place. I'm desperate. There was nothing more I could hope to be on the back of my life. Everyone leave me. Mother, Marcus, my dreams and even my spirit of life disappeared without a trace. Leaving a body without a reluctant heart to continue living.

I walked gontai down the path. I don't know where to go. I can't go back home. Jonathan would have tortured and forced me to become a prostitute. I don't have any friends at all. Who would be friends with the son of a prostitute and a gambler?

There's nothing left. Even my virginity has disappeared. What else am I living for?

It was the saddest point of my life. I don't think I'm gonna suffer more. But it turns out I was wrong. Jonathan found me. The man beat me. And she did her initial intention, made me a whore. The man again sold me for a high price, he thought I was still a virgin. And I couldn't escape again at that time. Because Jonathan tied my legs and hands to all four sides of the bed.

At that time I was forced to serve a striped old man. My tears flowed all night. The old man was very violent and rude when he found out I was not a virgin anymore. He got angry and took it all out with a rough and brutal sex. My body ached and chafed, I had trouble standing up after that night. But it was not the last torture I received at the time. The old man was furious at Jonathan and took the handlebars of the money he paid.

Jonathan's anger and rage poured out on me. She screamed in anger because I was no longer a virgin. He tortured me. Whipping me repeatedly with his belt. Jonathan was really angry about just getting a little money out of me. He rages constantly. Not caring for my body that was already full of wounds and blisters due to the hot whip from his belt.

I think that's when my death. But apparently God still wants to test me. At the end of my consciousness Jonathan stopped. He just left me naked, full of blood and wounds. The man had no intention of taking me to the hospital. My body had a high fever at sunrise the next day. And when I realized I was already in a small clinic. Empty views.

Why is my life ruined like this? What was my fault that fate was so bad? Who should I blame? The mother who gave birth to me? An immoral father? Or a lover who just wants my body?

My chest was so tight, my lungs were shrinking and my heart was gone, I was losing my spirit. Even my tears can't shed. I had so many tears that I let them dry. Since then I have never trusted anyone. I live aimlessly and obey all Jonathan's will. Selling my body and serving a striped-nose man who's willing to pay the price. There is no more happiness in my life. I never even dreamed of a little hope of being happy with my little family in the future.

I finally met Andrew. The man extended his hand towards me. Like an angel sent by God to end all my suffering. The man who treated me like a respectable woman. The man who gave me affection. A man who promised me protection and happiness. The man who rested his shoulders for me leaned. That's why I won't let Marcus get in my way.

I don't want to go back to Jonathan's. I no longer want to sell and serve foreign men. I don't want to take any more punches and whirlwinds from Jonathan. I don't want to. Whatever happens I have to marry Andrew. GOTTA!

"Since then you've been daydreaming." Smooth hands are clutching my hands. I'm turning. Evelyn was sitting in front of me.

"Marcus made things difficult for you, didn't he?"

"Very." I breathe heavily. That guy really complicates things. Andrew promised to marry me. But I'm still worried Marcus did something to derail our marriage. That jerk must have had a sneaky idea in his smart brain.

Five years ago he was able to fool and utilize my innocence to get entangled in his charm. After Marcus got my virginity he just left. Leaving without ever knowing I almost died at Jonathan's hands because Marcus took my virginity.

"What's he doing?"

"Confronting Andrew, insulting and demeaning me. He also humiliated me in front of Aiden, my best friend and Marcus."

"That jerk is really looking to die. But he didn't hurt you physically, did he?"

"No." I fell silent, last night's events flashed through my mind. When Marcus said I hurt him, before the man kissed me brutally.

"What's wrong?" Evelyn noticed a change in the look on my face.

"I don't understand the man's attitude. Marcus was drunk last night. He said something weird to me."

"What's weird?"

"He said I hurt and destroyed him. He kissed me violently too. And the strangest thing, I caught the sadness in his eyes. I don't understand, is that just my hallucination or is that guy really sad?" Evelyn was silent digesting my words. Then his eyes looked at me seriously.

"That must be your hallucination, Shelina. Marcus is a jerk. Have you forgotten what that man did to you? He left you after promising to marry you. A jerk who only wants your virginity. The jerk who gave you false hope. Losers who break their promises. So, don't falter and be swayed again by her charms and charades."

"But Evelyn, Marcus's eyes..."

"Shelina's." Evelyn cut off my words, her hands clasping both of my hands tightly.

"Your priority right now is to pay attention to Andrew and prepare for your marriage." I'm speechless. Evelyn was right, my priority right now is Andrew and our wedding preparations. But I don't know why Marcus's eyes last night were bothering me so much. I hope what Evelyn said is true. It was just Marcus' play so I'd give up on losing.

***

I'm cooking chicken soup for dinner. My hips swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music. I always tuned music from my phone to accompany me to cook alone. I don't know why I like to do that.

Sometimes I sing and sway to the song because I cook in this kitchen alone. Andrew also Marcus hasn't come home yet, so I do one of my hobbies cooking while listening to music. It's delightful.

My hips kept swaying to the rhythm of the stomping song. My chicken soup is about to ripen. I tasted it a little. Fitting and delicious. The mood of the person who cook will affect the results of his cooking. So when I cook with joy, of course my cooking is very good. I took a big bowl and poured some soup into it. Then I brought the bowl to put on the dining table.

When I looked up, I froze. Marcus stood at the door. Our eyes meet. A second later Marcus turned his eyes. And walk into the kitchen. He threw his face away. I keep looking at him. Since when did he stand at the door? Did he see any behavior?