Sold To My Ex

Money matters!

Neil Taylor

The glass of wine was still kept in front of me. I really did not want to drink today. The more I drank, the more I went back to the past. The past which I never want to recall again. Today, when I saw Amelia sleeping, my mind went to the day she was sleeping beside me. How we both used to run away at midnight and meet on the terrace.

My favourite thing was making out with her on the terrace. The deep kisses below the stars and my biting her on her cheeks. She was shanking her shoulder and then keeping her head on my chest.

“Are you sleeping?” I was just waiting for her eyes to close. Keeping her watching again and again.

“Amy?” I saw she was in her deep sleep. I lay straight without disturbing her head and kept it back on my chest.

I didn’t know why her innocent face was making me trapped again. I was trapped before in her love, but not again.

“Amelia, if you think you can lure me with that innocent face, then you are wrong.” I took a few more shots to forget her face. But when I was trying to forget her face, she was appearing again with her innocent smile.

“This woman! What’s wrong with her?” I muttered and drank four-five shots more. I recalled all the wrong things she did to me.

“Amy, have you heard that your father is seeing Astor parker for you? He said Astor earns enough to make you happy.” I told her with a concerned tone. I knew that Amelia wouldn’t be ready to marry Astor just because he had money. But today I heard a serious conversation about his with Amelia’s mother which made me scared of losing her.

“Yeah I heard that. Dad told me about Astor. He also set up our blind date, but I won’t go to leave you. I am not going for a date.”, Amelia said, and I was assured, but the same evening, I saw her having dinner with Astor, the only son of a parker entertainment group. Amelia always cheated me. He always liked a man with money. But Amelia, today I am richer than that Parker. I will show you how rich men actually respect women. Just wait and watch. Your bad days are in front of you.

I became uncontrolled and finally decided to leave the club. I was so drunk that my eyes became half closed. I sat inside my car and tried to reach the house anyhow.

Amelia

It was almost seven thirty and Neil was not in the house yet. Where had he gone? Why didn’t he come back till now?” I was sitting in the house alone. The atmosphere became colder and I was a little scared of being alone. Since childhood, there has been at least someone who used to stay with me, either my aunt or my parents, and sometimes, Neil Taylor.

I rubbed my elbow and started looking out of the window. I saw a bright light of a car coming from the road and stopped in front of the house gate. I was glad that he came because I was already scared. I went and sat on the sofa as if I was not thinking about him at all. I already bought so much stuff from outside to make food. Even if he went eating by himself, I cannot starve to death.

“Scratch..” the door opened and the smell of alcohol spread over the entire house. I crinkled my nose and stared at the door. Neil stepped inside with his black polished boots. His eyes were lowered. He came and closed the door. He seemed in a ruthless mood. His shoes tapping was as colder as his voice was. His fair face already looked so colder and his eyes deeper. I thought rather than frightening him, I should talk with him lightly. He was sinking in the ocean of alcohol. I cannot afford to offend him as I already did yesterday and I am still suffering from its pain. As long as I knew him, he would be convinced by simple and kind words.

“Neil.. Should I make something for you? Anything you want to eat? What about dumplings?” I asked him with a smile. Even though his face was making me remember yesterday’s horrible night, I still acted like he didn’t hurt me at all. Just have a peaceful night. I haven’t slept since last night.

He didn’t say anything but stared at me with penetrating eyes. His sharp gaze was pricking at my heart. I smiled at him with a kind face.

“Neil.. you look tired. Sit here. I am bringing water for you.” I thought he would be satisfied to see me working like an actual slave. I turned back towards the kitchen to bring water for him. Suddenly, he gripped my hand from behind and pulled me towards him. I bumped into his muscular chest and my forehead started aching.

“Who are you? Who are you doing this? Are you my wife? Are you my girlfriend? Are you my fiancé? Tell me who he is to me?” he asked with his trembling voice. His hatred for me clearly seemed in his eyes.