Althea

Promises. I fucking hate that word. All my life promises gave me pain. If I only used my brain, I wouldn't be in this situation that I am in. I wouldn't be in hell for the past years. I wouldn't be hurt. I wouldn't be battered.

There were things in life that changed. There were things in life that would change you.

Everything wasn't permanent.

Even love would fade.

I never thought that love would ruin me. I never thought that the man I love dearly would hurt me until I bleed.

The only man that I thought that would stand by me was the reason why I am hurting and still hurting. All this time, I was broken by him.

False hope. The right word to describe it.

I shrugged the thoughts off and shook my head. I smiled bitterly as the memories came flashing in my head, then I asked myself. Why wasn't it fading? Why am I still hurting? When would I forget the memories?

"You're crying, again?"

I wiped my tears instantly as I heard Nanny Belen's soothing voice. I looked at her direction and saw pity in her eyes. She even tapped my shoulder and offered her handkerchief to me.

Nanny Belen was like a guardian to me. I was ten years old when my mother died because of cancer. My father was nowhere to find because I am a product of a one night stand. But, Nanny Belen took care of me and treated me like her own kid.

My life was painful. It seemed that I caught all the unwanted things that life could offer.

"I am just sad Nay," I said and hugged her tight.

"Everything has a reason Sofia," Nanny Belen answered. I could feel the pain in her voice. I knew she was hurting too seeing me like this.

"I know. But--"

She cut me off and shook her head. "Change your clothes now and be prepared. Fausto will call you later. There will be a dinner with his investors," Nanny said.

I felt the sudden rush. My senses were also awakened. I desperately tried to calm myself and looked at Nanny Belen after I released her from the hug.

Fausto was expecting a visitor. He said it was his investors. I am not actually interested. Not even thinking about it. But because Fausto told me about the dinner, I felt afraid to say no. Because I knew he would get mad if I declined. He was like a devil reincarnated.

Fausto was my husband. We were married for five years. Five years of hurting and crying for me too.

I was young when I married him. I am vulnerable and broken that I even agreed to marry him. The only thing that I regretted until now because, marrying him was like hell.

"I will leave you now, Sofia." She handed me a black dress.

I nodded and took the dress from her. I sighed and watched her leaving. I am all alone again. The loneliness of my room made my heart hurt and the reality I had been living.