A MOMENT WITH MY BETROTHED

All the time, we made love. All the sweet things he made me feel, believe, and experience. Was that all a game? Like, he had the balls to look me in the eyes while I cursed my betrothed, knowing very well that he was the one and he couldn't say a shit? He really enjoyed making a fool out of me, for real! I have never felt this betrayed. If it was revenge he was taking on me, then he really got sweet revenge because I am never recovering from this.


"Aren't you at least going to introduce yourself?" That just rolled out of my lips unintentionally.

Ahem!

He clears his throat first, pulling his right hand from his pocket and stretching it towards me.


"I am sorry, Miss Ellie." What? The nerve of him calling me so formally as if he doesn't know me. How about, ‘Hello, my sweet, weird Ellie? Yes, it is me, your betrothed, the man whom you love and hate with everything in you, and I really enjoyed toying with you'? that would be nice, right? "Forgive my manners, please. Damian Almeda Riccaforte. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellie Marrie Riccaford!" He says it in his deep, husky voice.

Yeah? So, all those times he called me by my full name, did he know who I really was? And he even has the balls to mock me like this with even an irritating grin? Well, if he had enough of his time fooling me, then it is my freaking turn to have my own time and show him that I am not someone he can screw like that. I may not know why exactly he is here, but whatever that is, it will be all on my own terms.


I drag my hand and shake his to thwart any more confusion, but I think I need an explanation for this nightmare. This betrayal hurts more than a heartbreak, and if I don't clear this up with this supposed betrothed of mine, I might end up bursting with rage.

"Can I have a few minutes alone with my ‘betrothed'? I ask without turning to see the reaction of the people behind me, stressing the word ‘betrothed'. Or maybe I should have called him my fiancé? To think that I am wearing his ring.

"Sure, my dear! You have the whole night to yourselves. Go on," Papa responds.

"Thank you, Father. Excuse us," I respond, and lead Damian outside.

My range gears me outside, to the side of the pool. I halt, heaving out a deep sigh of the wrath boiling inside of me as I discharge the breath I didn't know I was holding. Under the bright moonlight, we rack before each other—my supposed ghost fiance, whom I have detested all my life in the form of the man I cherished the most for four months until minutes ago, but who ended up betraying me in this way. How else am I supposed to feel if not just this fury and betrayal howling in my mind and tearing my heart? How am I supposed to look at him? As the man that I hated, or as the man who meant the world to me?

"Ellie..." His voice still holds the same alluring vigor as that of the Damian that I love, but the fact that he is the same person I loathed makes me cut him off.

"Damian Almeda Riccaforte, really?" I burst out in anger at him. "I thought you thought I was the one playing games with you. How did the tables turn, huh? How come you were the one actually playing games with me, Mr. Riccaforte Jr.?" I query.

"Things are not exactly the way you think, love."

"Ellie!" I correct him. Love? Who is his lover? He has the nerve, huh? Did he know I was his lover all those times he was lying to me?

He breathes out a heavy sigh. "I didn't know," he sighs, still maintaining a cold yet warm demeanor. 'I didn't know who you were when we first met. That night, I was just on my way down here for our first encounter with my betrothed when I received a call that she had disappeared. And I didn't know for the longest time that you were with me," he states, running a hand through his head.

Ooh, yeah? "What kind of fucked-up idiot do you think I am to believe your lies, Mr. Riccaforte?" I fire.

"I am not lying, okay? I didn't know who you were until..." He stops, evading my eyes.

"Until when?" I implore, curiosity itching my ass.

"That day in the office when I saw your resume."

I see!

So that clearly explains his aftermath that day. That sheds light on the reasons for the humiliation he put me through that cursed day in his office. That was why he almost broke my spine when he nudged me off his lap like garbage or fetid shit! That was why he lost his cool the way he did and called me horrendous names.

What was it that he called me again? A whore? It was the first time he insulted me like that. It was still the last, but now I feel the weight of his word. And the fact that he thought I was playing games with him tops my anger.

That is why the subject of my betrothed was of so much interest to him. So I am that bitch he always talked about with so much resentment? So what if he didn't know in the beginning who I really was, huh? He still found out and chose to go all jerk on me. That makes him equally guilty.

"Like you, I scorned the tale of my betrothed. I didn't care to know anything about her. Not even when she didn't show up at our supposed engagement party. So, learning about your identity later on, after we had done so much together, messes me up. I didn't know how to react or what to do or say to you."