To Be Yours Again-Chapter 229 Real me

*DANICA*

He had said he was only going to work. But for days, he didn’t come home.

I was worried out of my mind.

I didn’t have a cellphone, he said he’d get me one and he left a number on the table close to the landline that I could call if I needed anything.

I tried calling that number multiple times but no one answered.

Spending each day alone in this house felt unbearable.

Was he okay?

Did something happen to him?

Oh God, I prayed daily for him to be safe. I had to reach out to the neighbor and she told me she had Lorenzo’s number.

She tried calling him but he didn’t answer either.

Should I file a report to the police?

But if he was really missing, his family might have noticed, right?

Not hearing from him at all was driving me crazy.

On the sixth day since he left the house, he finally returned, dressed in a black suit and looking gloomy.

“Lorenzo.” I called as I ran up to him, hugging him tightly. “Where have you been? What happened? What went wrong?”

He held my arms and pulled me away from his body.

“Go get your things and leave.”

I frowned. “What?”

“Get your things and leave.” He repeated.

“I...I don‘t understand...”

“What part of leave my house do you know understand?”

“Every part of it. And where have you been these past few days? Why didn’t you come home? Why didn’t you reach out to me?”

“I don’t owe you any explanation.”

His words stung.

“Why are you being mean to me?”

“Because we’re through. It’s over between us.”

I blinked. “What...”

“Danica, stop making me talk too much. Pack your things and leave!”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you suddenly being so mean? Is it because of your mother? Have you been trying to talk to her about us? If she didn’t approve, we could...”

“Danica, getting involved with you was a mistake. A mistake I want to forget.”

Tears fell from my eyes. “But you said you loved me.”

He shrugged. “I guess my love for you was fickle. Because right now; all I want is for you to get lost.”

I stared at his face, studied his expression, try to see if I could still find the Lorenzo who loved me in there.

But he just stared at me with such coldness, such aloofness that I had never witnessed before.

I burst into tears.

I loved him too much to believe he was really abandoning me right now.

He promised never to do that.

Lorenzo walked past me and out of my sight.

When he got back, he was carrying a big bag, containing all of my things.

“Check, if I didn’t pack everything, go get it and leave...”

I shook my head. “Talk to me. This isn’t you. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Danica, I do not want to manhandle you out of here, so please, respect yourself and leave!”

“But you said...”

“FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING I SAID BEFORE! THIS IS THE REAL ME NOW!” He yelled.

“Did you seriously think you and I will be together forever? I was just having fun with you. We both had our fun, didn’t we? Or were you expecting more?” He laughed. “Were you seriously expecting me to marry you? What would I gain by marrying someone like you? Please leave this instant and not piss me off more than this.”

Even if I had been struggling to believe if this was the real him or if he meant these words.

Even if I wanted to believe that his mother put him up for this. I just couldn’t bear the words he was saying and I didn’t want to hear any more hurtful words.

Sniffing, I turned and got the rest of my things, making sure I didn’t leave any.

After making sure all my things were packed, I left his house and he didn’t come after me.

It hurt me so much that he didn’t come after me.

Magda had already relocated and I was left all alone again.

I felt like punching myself for believing someone like him could truly love me.

I felt so stupid.

I felt so foolish.

I sat on a bench by the side of the road, wondering what I was going to do with my life now.

I searched through my bag to bring out my savings and figure out what I could do with the little money I had.

But my hand touched something hard.

I brought it out to realized it was a big envelope.

Opening it, I gasped. It contained so many dollar notes.

I blinked, so when he went to get my bag, he had slipped this inside of it.

What was he paying me for?

For lying that he loved me?

For the sex?

Tears gushed down my cheeks because this was so hard to accept.

I wanted to dump the money in a trash can close by but I couldn’t.

I needed money to survive until I could get myself in order.

I cried more feeling like shit because I’d have to use the money.

I booked a room at a hotel and for days, I just laid in bed going through all the stages of grief.

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

And at the end, I decided to pick myself up and start anew.

I never wanted to see him again.

So I packed up my bags and went far away to one of the countryside at the far end of the country.

And just as I had barely started to settle down there, I found out I was pregnant.