Hurt
Sarah’s pov
He was angry about something and pacing the room while his dear wife was sitting elegantly on the couch.
Before I knew it, I started walking to them, and I stood at the edge of the door.
“Relax honey. Elliana spoke.
“Relax my foot. You said this idiot is capable of managing the mess, but look at how nicely things are managed.” He glared at someone, but I could not see anyone due to a pillar in between, but I knew someone was there.
“I told you to kill that bitch, but it was you who wanted this bloody property.
Now see, neither you get these properties nor you get rid of the filthy piece of shit.” He was gritting his teeth while saying everything, and it wasn’t rocket science for me to not understand he was talking about me. I don’t think he can hate anyone else as much as he hates me.
Tears pooled in my eyes, but I did not let them go.
“I wanted to kill her the day she was born. She was nothing but a mistake that happened because her filthy mother and my father tricked me. I hated that bastard father of mine all my life for marrying me not only to that bitch but also for getting you married to someone I hated the most.
But as we say, love always finds its way, and one fine day, I found you.” He looked at his wife tenderly.
A sudden, sad smile broke on my lips as I looked at them. How I wish, for once in my life, he would have looked at me this way.
But the pain of what my mother must have gone through because of them came to me.
How he has spent his whole life blaming me for the murder of his beloved wife.
And here he wasn’t even near the love he had for my mother.
But again, why did he blame me? Why did he show the world he was a great, loving husband? And why has he not married Elliana for such a long time if they both used to love each other?
So many thoughts came to mind, and I wanted my answers.
Hearing them, one thing became clear: he does not think highly of me, and he might not think twice before hurting me.
I wanted to inform Ivan as soon as possible. I looked down at my phone, but something clicked in my mind, and I did what I felt like doing right at that time.
Bringing Ivan into this mess might not go well.
Clapping my hands, I walked inside and stood right in front of my father and his dear wife.
It is not rocket science to see their intentions. They want to harm me. But I just want to know why he is eager to harm me. Why does he hate her so much?
Today, I want all my answers.
My whole life, I have been thinking about why he hates me so much. Doesn’t my mother die by giving me birth? But what was my fault for that?
But I never got the courage to talk to him, nor have I ever had any chance to talk to him.
He looked like a starlet looking at me, but soon he recovered his shocked expression, which turned into a hateful glare.
“Aww, my dear father. I am sure it must have been one of the most delightful moments for you when you met the love of your life. Hmm?” I spoke dramatically while keeping my hands on my chest, looking at them admiringly when, in fact, I was far away from the people standing in front of me.
I felt betrayed. He betrayed my mother.
“But I have a question here. Do you understand what love is? Because I haven’t gotten any glimpse of a single emotion that can describe an emotion called Love in you.” I’m showing my teeth, I said.
“Never mind. As of now, I have had no chance to speak to you about why you have been so cold towards me until now, but as of today, you and I both are here and have the opportunity, so let me use it wisely. So, tell me, father, why have you shown me you hate me all my life?” I spoke while taking a seat on the dining chair near me.
Hearing his words broke my heart more, as if it were possible today. Though I had no expectations of him. However, I never thought he hated my mother so much.
My mother. I know she used to love me, not like my father, who hates me to the core. My grandmother always used to tell me stories about how she used to wait for my arrival in this world.
How she was delighted when I was born.
But God has some other plans. She left me in this cruel world to face it all alone.
Tears dripped from my eyes, and a painful smile came to my lips.
“So, you want to know why I hate you, hmm?” My father smirked and took a seat on the couch as if he owned the place.
“Let me start from the beginning. So, we were both childhood sweethearts. We studied at the same school and college and wanted to live happily together. But my parents never liked her.
They always had some reason to put her down. But I have always ignored them, thinking they are my parents; hence, I never wanted to disrespect them. Slowly and gradually, I started taking care of business.
One fine day, my dear father declared my engagement with one of the business partner’s only heiresses.” He took a break and spoke again.
“Shocked” was an understatement I felt at that moment. My father created such a tight situation for me. If I deny that heiress at that moment, it will not only stain my family but surely hamper my business because that girl’s father’s company was way bigger and had a stronger hold in the market than us.
My father threatened me that if I didn’t agree to his demand, I would have to stay without a penny. I never thought a parent could do this to their child.
I still wonder.” He raised his eyebrow while wondering the same, and the corner of my lip tilted at hearing him.
“Oh, come on, father, they can do even worse than that. Trust me.” I paddled up to my eyebrow as if I sympathized with him, but I know he got me mocking the way he snorted at me.
“What happened then?” I asked when he did not break his deadly stare at me.
“I got engaged to that girl. And the same night, I had to leave the country due to a project.
I wanted to inform Elliana, but I could not gather the courage to do the same. So, thinking I would talk to her as soon as I was back, I left the country. But when I was back, I got to know that Elliana and her family had left the country.
No one had any idea where they were. I always doubted my father, but I wasn’t sure, and somewhere, a feeling that my father would never do something to me always made me stop.
Then, finally, I got married to her. But I never touch her; forget touching; I never give any glances to her.” Hearing a pang, I felt it in my heart.
How my mother must have felt having such an ignorant husband
Because I have felt that same feeling by myself once upon a time.
“It was my father’s birthday when he tricked me. He drugged me and made me touch those filthy women I never wanted to go even close to.” He made a disgusted face, which made me angry.
As if his wife was ready to pamper him, she jumped next to his seat and started soothingly rubbing his palm. And their lovey-dovey drama was getting on my nerves.
Keeping one hand on a dining table and the other on my chin, I again waited for them to finish.
Scrunching my eyes, I try to feel their love, but I don’t know why I felt nothing.
Though my father was looking at her very tenderly and she was doing the same, my heart did not feel their emotion.
It’s saying nothing can hide the love, and it always reaches from one heart to another, but I wasn’t feeling any.
When I was looking at the lovey-dovey couple, the person who was behind the wall came into my vision.
I again looked at my father and smiled, thinking how deeply he must hate me.
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