So My First Two Wives of Love

Shadows

>>>Jasmine POV<<<

Please believe...

He spoke as if it were all the truth, in fact what had happened was not like that.

I chose to ignore it, step outside while dragging my suitcase without caring about it and luckily the online taxi I ordered arrived at the right time.

The taxi driver immediately helped me carry my suitcases into the trunk and then quickly I got into the car to get out of this house.

"Come sir, walk" I asked the driver for fear that Gibran would come.

The car engine was turned on, I was relieved but suddenly Gibran got into the car, sitting next to me holding his big bag.

"Well, sir," as if Gibran's shamed veins had broken up, he spoke as if he had ordered and paid for this taxi.

"Wait sir, there's an intruder!" I immediately prevented this taxi driver from driving his car, cynically I looked at Gibran annoyed. "What do you want?" ask me ketus.

"Follow you."

"Can't! Go get your own taxi!"

"My wallet's gone, baby."

"You can pay with the app!"

"His head is also missing."

"I paid on the spot!"

"With no phone, what do I want to wear? Telepathy?"

Ahhh!!! Gibran is a bitch, I'd love to kick him out of here but the driver looks impatient so he's forced to let Gibran come with me.

I shifted my seat slightly away from him and so that he would no longer come near, I purposely grabbed his bag and placed it between us.

Gibran turned his head, he looked like he wanted to say something but I had already given him a cynical look so he just kept quiet.

We were silent almost along the way until finally the sound of my phone ringing broke the silence.

My grandmother called, and I quickly picked her up. "Hello grandma," I said slowly.

"Jasmine, the doctor says Aurora can go home so now the grandmother of her parents Gibran is ready to take Aurora home, you do not need to go to the hospital directly to go home to the grandmother yes."

"Yes my grandma."

I turned off my phone, my smile was slowly etched because Aurora was allowed to go home sooner, a sign that she was very healthy now.

"What's wrong?" asked Gibran who finally made a new smile appear on my face again lost.

"Thank God..."

Gibran smiled with relief, perhaps as relieved as I was, but how could it be? I don't understand when from the beginning Gibran never cared about his daughter.

Maybe all this time Gibran hid his feelings of regret but then I remembered, maybe Gibran just pretended to care to get sympathetic from me.

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We finally arrived at my grandmother's house, they weren't there until we arrived so I waited in my room as I tidied up my suitcases and put my clothes and Aurora in my closet, gibran has since entered the kitchen.

I don't know what he's doing in there and I don't want to know, I'm going to slowly learn not to care about it anymore.

After I finished putting my clothes on, I opened the bag containing my books and cosmetic equipment onto my study table.

This room is still the same, nothing has changed unless I have removed the photos of Gibran previously attached to the walls of this room.

Almost finished but I then found Ruby's diary, thinking for a moment while looking at the beautiful picture of Ruby on the cover then I ventured to open it.

I sat down on my desk, opening the first page of the old diary.

"Jasmine..."

I was quite surprised because the first name written on the diary was my name, a little surprised because the date was clearly not written where we already knew each other.

Despite my doubts, I still read every stanza on the yellowed-looking paper.

"Jasmine, that name never goes away. My father has always called her in his sleep since I was a child. I don't know who she is but I feel jealous of her because even though my father never called my name in his dreams and every time I asked who Jasmine was to my mother then she would snort then her mood would so bad all day, that's when I realized that Jasmine was the intruder in our happy family, becoming the crack that separated me, my mother and my father.

Jasmine, I don't know who you are but I think I'm starting to hate you."

I was shocked to read it, my tears fell without me noticing, soaking the diary.

All my life I know, my father dumped me, he left me and forgot me, I don't know if my father reminds me even in his sleep.

With a chaotic feeling, my hand trembled as I looked at the date listed on the page, it was already eight years ago.

I then opened the next page, with bated breath, hesitating to read it but I continued.

"I didn't think I'd go back to writing this book, the book I bought so I could write how much I hated that person named Jasmine, so that I may not forget how my father has always been with me but not with his heart.

Today was my first day in High School, it was very difficult for me to ask my father to deliver me but this time he eagerly escorted me this time even without me asking, thinking I'm finally a priority for him.

I was so happy, my happiness was overflowing but that happiness was spilled not left when I heard that name called, 'Jasmine' the beautiful girl who was running over to the guy who looked like our upperclassman, she was my age, she was, because the day when ospek he was in the line was different to me but his appearance stood out and he who rarely spoke made it so easy to be the center of attention in contrast to me who had to try to be as friendly as possible maybe to be noticed.

At first I thought only their names were the same but when I saw my father who almost cried when I saw him, that's when I realized they were the same person. If that Jasmine is my father's Jasmine, and I'm increasingly unable to stop my hatred from growing on her. To the girl who may never know if all her life, she lived in the shadow of my family."

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