Awaiting Love's Spring BlossomsChapter 1
When my mom's condition worsened, I begged Mark Caldwell to come with me to the hospital. But instead of showing a shred of compassion, he accused me of interrupting his meeting with his secretary. In a burst of anger, he shoved me out of the car and cut off my bank card.
Bleeding from my feet, I made it to the hospital only to find that my mom had missed her treatment—and I had missed the chance to say goodbye.
As I left the hospital in a daze, a fresh post from his assistant appeared on my feed,
Chloe Davenport: [I sprained my ankle and my generous boss not only personally took me to the hospital but also sent me a set of large flats as compensation!]
The photo she shared told the rest of the story—stockings and lingerie were thrown all over the floor and the window glass reflection clearly showed the naked back of Mark.
I took a deep breath, canceled the wedding plans and booked a one-way ticket out of town. No matter how much Mark would beg, I promised myself I would not look back this time.
***
Just after successfully purchasing the ticket, my phone rang.
"Rachel Summers, what did you do to spend so much money at once? Do you think my money came from the wind? I think you don't want to get married!"
I calmly listened to Mark's accusations without the slightest fluctuation in my heart. After eight years together, I was exhausted from his constant games—dangled promises of marriage to keep me by his side. He cheated me to forgo graduate school and follow him to a strange city. He lied to me to take out my savings, start a business with him and support him. He even persuaded me to quit my job so I could stay home and 'focus on being his future wife'.
Just a few months ago, he'd dangled the marriage carrot again, claiming we should look for a place together. So, I threw myself into finding the perfect home, scouting every neighborhood until I found the suitable one.
It turned out that "the wedding house" was actually his gift to his assistant, Chloe Davenport—a sleek, high-rise penthouse worth millions. He had handed it over without a second thought. Meanwhile, the price of a mere plane ticket was enough to make him blow up at me.
Sighing, I finally said, "You're right—I don't want to get married. Let's break up."