Heartbreaking News
1176 Words
Six years later..
"Georgina, will you be my wife?" Blake's eyes gleam with hope as he kneels, a radiant smile lighting up his face. Four years of blissful togetherness have led to this moment. Georgina, lost in the warmth of their shared history, is overwhelmed with joy. Blake, a perfect partner in every sense, stands at 5’11, his Filipino heritage lending him a tall stature. His charm extends beyond his physique; he's a successful businessman, undeniably handsome, and, most importantly, incredibly kind.
Their love story has been a dream, devoid of heartaches and tears. Blake is not just her boyfriend; he is her life. Their connection is palpable, a bond that seems destined. Surrounded by loved ones in a romantically decorated restaurant, the proposal is a spectacle of love. Violins serenade the moment, rose petals adorn the floor, and tearful friends encourage her to say 'yes.'
Overwhelmed, Georgina scans the crowd, her tears a testament to the magnitude of this surprise. She wipes away her emotions and, with a gentle caress, acknowledges Blake's nerves. "You never fail to surprise me," she whispers, laughter bubbling up. Blake's face mirrors his nerves, but the unspoken love is evident.
"Yes, Blake. I will marry you!" Georgina declares, her eyes sparkling with happiness. The room erupts in cheers as Blake slips an engagement ring onto her finger. Love radiates from his eyes as he thanks her, and she reciprocates, clinging to him.
Their kiss is a celebration, witnessed by a cheering crowd. In that moment, Georgina realizes that God had a plan, and this love is what she deserves. Everything happens for a reason, and her new beginning with Blake is proof.
She revels in the joy of the day, her mind briefly flits back to the past. The man from six years ago, his face etched in her memory, but his name eludes her. Frustration creeps in, but she dismisses it. The past is irrelevant; her love for him died long ago. She's grateful for that realization, thanking him silently for freeing her to find her true love in Blake.
The prospect of sharing the same name as Blake excites her. Georgina envisions a future as the best wife, eagerly anticipating the day they start a family. Overflowing with happiness, she feels like she might burst at any moment, grateful for the love that has transformed her life.
The phone rang insistently on Mr. Rosselli's cluttered desk. His secretary, with a tone as formal as his office decor, announced, "Phone call, Mr. Rosselli."
"Ms. Smith, how many times do I have to tell you I will not entertain any phone calls as of now? Can't you see my paperwork?" Irritation oozed from his words, visible in his tone.
She bowed apologetically. "I know, Mr. Rosselli, and I'm sorry about that. But it is a call from Mrs. Williams." With that, his whole demeanor changed, and he picked up the phone. His secretary discreetly made her way out of his office.
"Hello, Auntie?" He greeted on the other line.
"Travis, I have good news for you!" The happiness on the other end of the line was palpable.
"What is it, Auntie?" He inquired, still signing proposal papers. Travis, now based in California, managed his family's stocks there. Having spent six years abroad, Rosselli Inc. had become one of the most promising BPO companies of all time. Despite having it all—company, name, wealth, and looks—something was amiss. He knew what it was. After their company's anniversary, he would return to his mother country, the Philippines. He couldn't wait any longer, for that would make him complete.
"Georgina will get married a month from now. You have a reason to come back to the Philippines. Don't tell me you're not going home? If that's the case, your father and I will be mad. I know you and Georgina aren't that close, but you knew each other. Please come home," his aunt's joyous announcement about Georgina's impending marriage was like a grenade exploding next to his ears.
His phone slipped from his hand, unnoticed. His trembling hands, cold and pale, struggled to process the news. It felt like the sky and land had dropped on him. The weight was unbearable. Damn heavy. His heartbeat raced, and maybe his secretary could hear it outside.
Maybe he heard it wrong. Maybe he was just too tired. "G-Georgina is what?" How he wished he had misheard.
"I've said, Georgina will get married a month from now. So please come home. I can't believe it; my baby is now getting married." Her voice was brimming with joy, but his emotions were a stark contrast. It felt odd. He wasn't happy, and he never would be damn happy!
He gasped for breath, thinking too much. Georgina couldn't marry someone else! Only him. She was meant to marry him. Didn't she profess her love for him six years ago? What happened to that love? Has she moved on? Meanwhile, since her confession, he never had a peaceful sleep. Her face invaded his mind. Every step he took, her face haunted him.
"You know, I got this hunch that maybe Georgy's pregnant, that's why they're tying the knot. But hey, I ain't against it. Blake seems like a stand-up guy. If he's the one putting a bun in Georgy's oven, well, they're both grown-ups, right? Georgina's no spring chicken either; she's 26. Time to settle down with a decent dude," the elderly woman chimed in, casually dropping the bomb.
Was it just him, or did he sense a hint of mischief in the old woman's words? Nah, Mrs. Williams had no clue about the real deal between him and Georgina. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But he couldn't shake it off. Georgina couldn't be carrying another man's child. She was his; she loved him first!
"No!" He blurted out, lost in his thoughts. "Huh? What's with the 'No'?" Mrs. Williams questioned.
"Uh, no. Maybe she's not pregnant. Maybe they just want to tie the knot. That's it," he tried to reason.
"Oh! But I kinda liked the idea of her being pregnant. Grandkids and all," he nearly crushed his cellphone, gripping it too tight. He wouldn't let that happen. The thought of someone else touching Georgina fueled a rage within him. Did that fool know he was Georgina's first love? How could he forget that night when their bodies became one?
"So, what's your call?"
He didn't waste time thinking. Every second counted. "I'm heading back to the Philippines... for good. See you there, Auntie," and he hung up.
He buzzed the intercom, and as expected, his secretary strolled in. "Yes, Mr. Rosselli?" she asked. "Get Phillip on the line. Tell him to take the reins; I'm out." Phillip, his personal assistant and company lawyer, was the man for the job. The secretary jotted down his instructions diligently.
"Anything else, Mr. Rosselli?"
"Book me a VIP flight back to the Philippines. Pronto," he declared with determination.
Wait for me, sweetie. The CEO's making a comeback!
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