When they left, everything was gone.
The house was so empty...there was nothing left. The space was so big.
It was almost past eight in the evening. Anna Maria had left for her ho. Her granddaughter needed her help in sothing.
I walked upstairs only to be greeted with emptiness once again. There was no sofa, no table, no plant pots, vases, photo fras...there was nothing.
My bed was gone too. So I had no idea where I was going to sleep tonight either. All I was left with was the photo of my parents and , the fras were taken off though.
The dress that I was wearing since the morning was the only dress I had left Everything else was taken away.
My dead father had sold away...he had sold everything before he vanished from the face of the earth.
I sprinted towards the kitchen in search of any food but got nothing. As there was no good. There was no grocery either. Nor that I knew to cook either.
Like a ghost, I was roaming around the mansion all by myself, having nothing to do at all.
Now that I was alone and no one to talk to, I could sense how my life was. It was totally depressing at that point.
I knew that I should probably go to Josh's place but I just could not bring myself to do it.
He being my fiance, had not called or texted once after that last text he had sent . It was like he did not care about at all.
I knew that he was not in love with or anything of that sort but he really did not care about and that thought was disturbing...very disturbing to at the mont.
I could not help and think about why and how I had spent my entire life, training to be that man's wife soday...only a year later from now.
Not to ntion, my family had made do everything that made shaped like the perfect glamorous housewife I would be.
I had no ambitions...because it was not going to change my future. My future was planned, it was decided way before even I could have a say in it or understand the word 'future' alone.
As I walked down the lobby, I could not help and feel so unimportant, dependent to the point that I could not survive without them, powerless till I could not even defend my self-esteem.
I rembered the day of my birthday and engagent how Josh insulted with the 'slut' word when I was far...very far from it.
If it were to be another woman in my place, they probably would have broken up with Josh a long ti ago.
But I...I could not do that. I had no option but to follow whatever they asked to do. I was raised to be the most feminine, obedient, and submissive type of girl.
Thinking about all that, I now at the very mont felt nothing but hatred for my dead parents who were married just yesterday.
I had forced myself not to think otherwise all the ti. To think that they had everything planned out for and it would be fine...everything would just work out but well it did not.
My father was not the ideal type. He was the money-throwing type. All he ever cared for was his company and his reputation in society.
He did not care about how I felt. He never took it into consideration and that was what explained his action regarding him arranging my marriage to the Harrington heir when I was just six years of age.
He saw nothing more than a vessel who would carry the heir of the two most eligible companies in the future.
And I would lie if it did not hurt before. It always did. I just pretended to not care, ignore it as much as possible.
I would try to look past his flaws with the materialistic things he would buy . Sooner than later, I got obsessed with it, forgetting the real motive of my life.
My mother...she was a sweet loving lady with a sense of perfection in her own way. She was a well-respected woman in society.
Mother had no problem dealing with my father's nonchalant, discriminating behavior for she had gone through the sa shit in her young age.
She told how the male figures of families like us, were dominating, commanding, and always saw won as nothing more than their pets to play with.
She had a hard ti coming to terms with how her father, my grandpa wanted her to be. He was planning her to marry off to so rich n in exchange for business and there ca my daddy.
Although she said, he was different than her father. He was more open and loving and my mother felt as if marrying him was not that bad at all.
She even said that when I was born, he was not disappointed. He adored and loved as his first child but everything changed when my mother lost the inability to give birth again.
It was the turning point of my life..including theirs as their marriage never remained the sa after that.
To so extent right then, I could not help and bla my mother for letting father do whatever he wanted and thought was right for .
She led him on and supported his every cruel decision just like the one that clearly ant for to being sold to the Harrington's.
I was not naive but I had to be. I knew things but I had to pretend and act like I did not know.
Fighting with them that ti felt like useless since I was so dependant on them.
Now fast forward to my future without them, I would be dependant on Josh forever.
My life felt like it was dictated to and I made no attempts in changing it in any possible way at all.
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