I wasn’t surprised when he left me at the altar for Nora. She was all he could think of while still dating me. No matter what time of the day it was, he was always at her beck and call.
It was just I couldn’t accept that he had to leave on our wedding day. Perhaps my Mom would still have a few days or weeks left if Samuel married me. But all my hopes were gone as soon as she kicked the bucket when Samuel broke our promise.
I started packing my things after pulling myself together. If I wanted to live a life that my mother wished me to have, I should start by getting rid of the people who hurt me. I was almost done packing when the door to the bedroom opened, revealing Samuel with Nora who was clinging to his arm like a koala.
“Juliet, what are you doing?” Samuel asked, he frowned as he moved his gaze from me and my luggage.
“Why do you care?” I blurted out, even after telling myself not to speak with him again.
Samuel scoffed. “Ah. Is this because the ceremony was canceled? Look, I had to leave to take care of Nora. She was hurt and nobody was there for her so I came,” he explained, although it wasn’t necessary at all.
“Okay. But Samuel, I’m breaking up with you,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.
I couldn’t see anything wrong with Nora, except for the colorful bandaid wrapped around her finger. She looked fine and perfectly clinging to him to be hurt somewhere.
“You’re being childish, Juliet,” Samuel commented, shaking his head in disappointment.
I sneered.
Samuel always thought I was childish. Whenever I asked for a bit of his attention throughout our relationship, he would refer me to someone like a child. He said Nora was only like his sister so I paid no mind even though they were extremely close. I never complained even when people laughed behind me knowing what my boyfriend and his dear sister were doing when I wasn’t around.
He was the disrespectful one and yet he had the guts to call me childish!
“Enough,” I said through gritted teeth. “You can do whatever you want from now on, Samuel. I’m letting you go.”
I walked past them when Samuel suddenly pulled me back to face him.
“Is this because of your Mom? If she’s upset, I can explain to her,” he said.
If his explanation could bring my mother back to life, then yes. But whatever he tried to do now wouldn’t rewind the time before my Mom was gone.
I shrugged off his hand and replied, “There’s no need!”