I was wrong.
When Samuel met Nora, he changed. He became a gentleman that I could barely recognize. While I did everything he wanted, Nora could ask him anything. He spoiled her like a child even without her asking. They held hands and cuddled… Things I wasn’t allowed to do with him.
Nora could do all the things I wish I could with Samuel. She was his queen and I was just an extra to their story.
I was a fool and even tried to copy what Nora did but Samuel treated me coldly with disgust written on his face.
“Juliet, stop being childish,” he told me back then.
“Why?” I stuttered.
“You’re embarrassing me in front of people. Stop acting like we’re lovers. I don’t even love you,” he said, coldly.
Reality hit me hard that time and after that one embarrassment, I dared not do it again.
Samuel never held my hand while on a date with me. When we were outside, it was I who always took the initiative to start a conversation. Most of the time, I found myself walking behind him. Sometimes, he made it so obvious to me that only Nora could walk by his side.
I was only Samuel’s girlfriend in the name. The one he really wanted to date was Nora.
It was ironic that even in public, it was Samuel and Nora who were dating. After all, he introduced her to everyone as someone special in his heart.
If it weren’t for my mother’s last request, I wouldn’t think of asking Samuel to marry me. There wouldn’t be a ridiculous wedding then.
A sad smile crept into my face as I faced Samuel. He was the man I loved dearly for years and the same man who hurt me. I wondered what I saw in him in the first place.
My train of thought was disrupted when Nora groaned. “Samuel, come and check if my face is red. I feel like it’s swollen too. How could she be so evil? My face hurts a lot!”
The look on Samuel’s face softened as he checked Nora’s cheek.
I went all out with that slap I could see the palm mark left on Nora’s face. Well, she deserved it for dragging my Mom into this conversation.
Samuel turned to me with a dark expression on his face. “Apologize, Juliet!”
“And if I don’t want to?”
I raised an eyebrow and stared at Samuel’s angry face. He pressed his lips together in frustration.
“Don’t make me angry, Juliet,” he said.