Chapter 3

Renia's POV.

I sat down in the same sport on the bed, I lost track of time and I couldn't bring myself to move. Raphael was long gone though. He left the moment he said that last piece of his, he left without even sparing me a glance. I couldn't even think straight. My mind was all over the place and I was suffocating. I glanced at the bed, the bed that was meant to hold the most precious memory, the bed that... thinking about what happened last night made me nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach in the toilet. Nothing made sense anymore, everything I laid my eyes on made me want to puke my guts out.

I thought he loved me, I thought there was something between us, I thought he was the one for me.

No. I thought while shaking my head. I knew he was the one for me.

Everything was perfect and he... My mama used to say that when you meet the one, you will know deep down. It might not happen immediately but you will just know. With Raph, It didn't happen immediately. I knew he was the one when he kissed me, it wasn't a deep kiss but it was still there. I felt my toes curl in my shoes and I was tingling all over and when he looked into my eyes and smiled at me... I knew then and there that I was done, I knew that was it, that I didn't stand any chance of not falling in love with him and he loved me...I thought he did, he told me he...

Oh my goodness, he didn't say it, he never said it, and I... I threw up once again.

Flashback....

"Gosh, you are so beautiful," Raph said. He had that look in his eyes as if he couldn't believe I was real and I was his. He never fails to tell me how lucky he is to have me.

I giggled "I know. You are beautiful too." I said and pecked him.

"I am beautiful? I have been called a lot of things before but I have never been called beautiful." He said his eyes twinkling with amusement.

If anyone had told me one month ago that I would come to love Raphael's eyes so much then I would have called that person a liar but now... I do love those eyes, no matter how mysterious they looked and sometimes it always looked as if he was holding something back but I still love his eyes.

"My bad then. You Mr. Knights, you are very handsome and sexy, and best of all, you are all mine." I said.

He smiled "And I am all yours Miss Edwards." He said and then he kissed me. The butterflies erupted in my belly and I felt my toes curl and those tingles. That was what happened whenever we kiss.

He pulled back and kissed my cheeks.

"I love you, Raphael," I said looking deep into his eyes. I saw the smile take over his face, making him younger and even more handsome.

"Marry me?" He asked and I froze. I wasn't expecting him to ask me that question so suddenly.

I let out a nervous laugh and moved from my position between his legs.

"What are you saying, Raph?" I asked him.

"I am asking you, Renia Edwards, to be my wife." He replied.

"Are...are you serious?" I asked stammering a bit.

"Dead serious." He answered and I gasped.

"Oh my goodness. Why?" I asked and I had to rephrase my question when he kept looking at me like I was speaking French (Raph is poor when it comes to French or rather all languages)

"Why do you want to marry me?" I asked him.

"Because I can't imagine my life without you. My life will be meaningless without you and I knew...from the moment I laid my eyes on you that you are the one for me. So, Miss Renia Edwards, will you marry me?" He asked and I had to blink to hold back my tears.

I nodded eagerly "Yes, I will marry you."

A really big smile broke out on his face and then he slipped the ring on my finger and pulled me in for a hug.

"I love you, Raph. I love you so fucking much." I whispered in his ear.

He didn't say anything in return. He just kissed me and...

End of flashback...

I am such a fool, a certified fool. He never, not even once told me he loved me. He covered it up by saying sweet nothings like, I can't live without you, I can't imagine my life without you. To me, those words were more than enough for me...at least it was enough two years but now....

The worst part it I have no one to turn to, no friend to call and share my misery with. Raphael never stopped me from making friends, I just didn't see having friends as a necessity. I had colleagues that I talk to and we get along well but I still can't call them my friends. I know you must be wondering about Bella, we stopped being friends a long time ago. We didn't have any fallout or anything, we just realized that we had nothing in common and it would be better if we just went our different ways.

I thought of calling my sister, Lucy, but then again, I would rather keep this shit away from my family. They were better off being in the dark about it. Telling Lucy and my dad is like signing Raphael up for a death sentence. Not that I don't wish Raphael was dead right now but this is my battle to fight and I plan on fighting it alone. And my mum will just end up blaming herself for my misery. I don't know why she always does that, she will go all this is all my fault, I should have..,

There was nothing she could have done to stop me from marrying Raphael.

Everyone told me that we were moving a little bit fast but I wasn't having any of it. I thought he was the one for me and getting married to him was the most logical thing to do. So I married him and look where that got me.

I stood up from where I was sitting and got under the shower without bothering to remove the shirt I had on.

I can't stay here, I can't stay here knowing he hates me and will never return the feelings I have for him and the craziest part of it is that I don't even know why he hates that much. He hates me enough to marry me and make my life miserable and he wouldn't even tell me what I did. Even though I am a hundred percent sure I didn't do anything to him.

I left the showers and striped out of the shirt I was in before tying my robe around my waist. I picked up my iPhone from where it was lying on the bedside table and opened the Mail app. I started typing without even thinking. I wrote about how I needed a transfer to work in another branch of our many offices. This was one of the many perks of being a co-owner of Parker's and Co's advertising company. We are one of the best in the field and well... I have always been proud of my work.

I sent the email and I got a reply twenty minutes later from Damien saying that he understands and he will get my secretary, Katherine to take over my position in the meantime and that I can always take over back if I do decide to return but I don't see that happening anytime soon. I booked a flight to Paris and my flight was in two hours. That gave me more than enough time to pack my things.

I grabbed my box and flung some of my clothes inside then some jewelry and shoes and other essentials. I made sure not to pack too much because I don't think I have the strength to be pulling heavy luggage around. I can always go shopping when I get to Paris. I changed out of my robe and put on white ripped jeans with a vintage shirt. I tucked the front of the shirt in and ran a brush through my hair. I tied my hair in a ponytail and leave some down at the front so it can frame my face. I applied a little lip gloss and some mascara to make my hazel eyes pop. I didn't want to look as miserable as I felt, there was no point showing the whole world that I just had my heartbroken. Besides, it takes a lot to make me look horrible. Blame it on my incredible gene. I had my mum ginger red hair and bright hazel eyes and my dad amazing skin, smooth, clear, and flawless. 

I put on my wristwatch and the diamond necklace Lucy gifted to me on my eighteenth birthday. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and a smile graced my face. I don't look like I just got heartbroken.

I grabbed my handbag and tucked my Ray-bans sunglasses and my lipgloss along with my phone and AirPods- one mustn't board a plane without AirPods or earphones, you never can tell the kind of weirdo you will be stuck with.

After making sure I had everything I needed. I grabbed my suitcase and left Raphael's mansion without looking back.

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