"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　I lit up a cigarette and pressed it to my lips taking in a puff as I watch her hang her head low, her hands tied up behind her by the chair. Poor Jean, so naïve, trusting someone like me in an instant and now put in her place by me— that’s what she deserves for hurting her. She made everything so easy for me, crying until she tired her eyes out, eventually falling asleep. Just another dash of sedative injected into her veins and the last phase of this whole catastrophe is finished. How dare they put her into this situation? I remember exactly how it all started.


　　“Alison, are you okay?” I asked, knocking on her door. She has been locked in her room for a week now, barely eating anything. I have been trying to get past this door for days but still gets ignored. She always tells me everything. I get that she wants to be alone but I want to remind her that she is not supposed to be alone and that her best friend is here. “If you need anything just—”


Chapter 44