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He only married me to show her that he already moved on

He has all the traits that you wished for your dream man to have. Power, money, perfection, handsomeness and a body like a Greek God. But he's in love. He's in love with her. For him, she is the completion of his dream, a perfect wife and a mother to be with his children. He would give her everything including his own life. He would sacrifice his world for her. But she left him. She betrayed him. She broke his heart into pieces. And he turned into a cold, heartless, rude and an arrogant billionaire, who would do everything to show her that she's no longer important into his life. Even though the truth is the opposite of what he is doing. His heart still aches for her. And that's when he met me. I applied as his Personal Assistant to fulfil my bucket list of dreams. To explore my life and experience everything. He offered me a deal. He asked me to marry him just to show his ex that he already moved on. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She's pregnant." He blurted out and I almost stumbled on where I am standing. I just gripped the backrest of the couch to support my weight. The pain creeping in my heart is unbearable but I managed to stay calm. "Wow! Congratulations!" I said faking my excitement as I remembered him saying... -cheating would not be the reason to break our marriage- of course I couldn't accuse him of this as 'cheating' because she was the real reason why we are pretending as a couple. He still loves her. He's still in love with her. And that's when I made the biggest decision in my life. Taking all my strength and a piece of my heart that still hanging on a thin rope... I left him. Taking also my biggest secret in me... that I've already fallen in love with him. Then I learned a lesson; 'Loving someone who doesn't love you back isn't as hard as loving someone who still in love with his ex and who just only uses you to get her back again into his life..'

JaycelleRodriguez · Urban
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Chapter sixty-one: The claws of the truth

I went home that night carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I've never felt so numb in my entire life not even when I found out that my father has his first family and that we're just his second, or when I learned that we don't have the same mother with my siblings, or even when I realized that I can't have a whole family that I dreamed of like every other child would like to have.

The pain I felt when he threw the bomb in front of me was incomparable to what I felt when I was still young. When I was bullied and everyone treated me like trash. Because with what he said, it felt like poison to my blood. It was killing me slowly but surely. It made me think of my worth that no matter what I try to do, I can never be enough. I can't have him and I will never be able to call him mine.

He will never be mine.