Chapter 64 - Sixty-four : The Dam Was Broken
Maya's POV
Truthfully, I wasn't able to recall how I was able to compose myself and entertain Cecil and her kid for the rest of their stay until they left.
Perhaps the news had numbed my senses or I just pretended I was seeing things . But inwardly I knew the news wasn't a figment of my imagination, it was real.
So I woke up . From my dreams.
"Tina Is engaged to Niklaus " Kept playing in a loop in my mind as the severity of the situation dawned on me.
I didn't know I was shaking until Izzy held my hand and said to me in her coldest voice ever "Don't dare leave until you give that man a piece of your mind "
I looked down at her and nodded while giving her a wry smile. Izzy doesn't know how to comfort people but her words somehow brought warmth to my heart, at lest she cares.
Izzy then let go and swaggered out of the living room without looking back. A tired smile crept up my face and I shook my head, this girl - her pride sometimes was as huge as a corrupt politician's bank account!
But the moment she left, my brave front collapsed, the news was a real slap in the face. I wanted to call Nik and ask what's happening? Ask him whether this was some sort of prank or something? But I was scared .
I was scared that I would discover that I was nothing but a game to him. Discover that I was a fool to believe all his words and sweet nothings. Scared that I would discover that I was nothing but another of his conquered playthings now about to be added to his glorified collection.
"What if this is a fake news and Nik's indeed honest with you? " I somehow thought but Nik's history makes it quite difficult to fully trust him.
Besides why hasn't he called me yet? At Lest even if he can't explain things right now but assure me, tell me everything is alright and I shouldn't worry much.
But nothing , not even a text !
I ended up going into my room and packing up my stuffs , my vision blurry with tears - I've made a fool of myself again. why wasn't I that lucky in relationships? Why do I always end up being used?!
My hands began to shake again , my thoughts so?scattered, I wasn't able to think rationally.
I screamed and swept everything on my study table to the ground and toss my parking bag to the side, the folded clothes pouring out in all directions.
He lied to me - he said he was going to make our married life exciting.What a joke ! , I laughed. No wonder he hasn't put a ring on my finger yet, he was leading me on , playing me to the tune of his harp and I was a fool to dance to it .
After some moments of sobbing and mentally reviewing some things. I clenched my fist and looked up with a renewed determination.
Fine, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt by waiting for him to return - If he would . And then I would hear the whole story from the horse's mouth and if it's as I thought , that this whole thing was just for fun, for his own amusement.
I'll gladly leave here without looking back, with my head held high and swear never to have anything to do with the Spencers ever again.
After spending the next minutes rearranging my stuffs that lay scattered in every direction - fat thanks to my mad fit earlier, I climbed into my bed and quietly lay down hoping to get some rest before Nik returns.
But curiosity wouldn't let me be and the next thing I knew, I had opened my phone browser, hoping to read the news in depth but I was shocked to get zero result when I searched for it.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me so I sat up abruptly and searched for the news again but still got no result.
Rubbing my eyes to ensure I was seeing right, I stared at my phone again but the result was still the same. News that was trending all over the internet was no more as if all the posts were deleted.
Suddenly, a flicker of hope rose in my heart, could it be ..... oh my God, Niklaus . It had to be him cause it was so strange that such a trending news was cleared out without a trace.
Could it be that it was a fake news ?!
"Oh my God" I groaned running my hands through my hair.
I was a moron, an idiot , how could I have jumped into conclusion like that - but thankfully I was able to get my shit together and didn't do anything stupid .
I called Nik's line but it didn't connect at all making me feel uneasy. I was no longer comfortable, I just wanted to confirm everything and get this suffocating lump off my chest.
I can't really narrate how the next hour went but I found myself in the garden as I perambulate up and down the outdoor octagon gazebo with pagoda style copper roof.
It was already late at night and Nik wasn't home yet back while I was chewing on my nails from nervousness.
I thought he wasn't really going to return home, until my ears picked up a peculiar movement from behind me. Breath held, I slowly turned around and gasped.
There stood Niklaus Spencer in all his shinning glory, he wasn't wearing the same clothes he had chosen earlier in the day but was donning a casual outfit instead - not to forget he looked outrageously good in it.
I stood rooted to the ground while he strolled towards me, hands in pocket , with an unexplainable expression on his face.
I started a countdown in a descending order.
5....4....3... 2....1
He was now standing right in front of me.
My breath hitched, what was so special about this man that made my heart go pit-a-pat ? His special cologne wafted into my nostrils and my throat dried up.
Come-on Maya, say something.
I blurted out " I saw the news "
Alright, keep going.
"So? " Came his only bland reply making my brows furrow together.
" And I saw the other news " was all I could say again
" And? " He prodded with an arrogantly raised brow.
I didn't like this sound of his tone, why was he behaving this way. Was I somehow mistaken here?
"And eh ... " I went on but tears couldn't let me continue " I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore " I sobbed and turned to leave but an unexpected tug , jerked me against the length of a body, knocking the breath out of me.
"I'm sorry " I heard a voice whisper into my ears and bang ! the dam was broken.
I cried harder.
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