My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 45
Nicholas was being patient today. No matter how much I mocked him, he would not get angry. I was just mocking him a while
ago, but he paused for a moment. "Do you want me to get a doctor for you? I know some of the best ones."
I said nothing. He said nothing either, and he left a moment after that. He did not insist on staying.
I went to the french windows and saw him standing under the streetlamp outside the villa. The light dragged out his shadow,
making him look sad and forlorn. Sad? Why would he look sad, though? I pressed my forehead against the window and stared at
the man. I had mixed feelings about him, and I wondered why I refused Christopher. I liked him a lot, but I still refused him. My
reasons were laughable too. I could have done everything if I really liked him, but I did not. I refused him by saying I did not like
him, and remembering that hurt me.
I crouched down. Nicholas took a cigarette out and lit it up. Smoke twirled around him, and I saw him taking his phone out. A
frown furrowed his forehead and his face fell. Someone probably got on his nerves. He hung up and put his cigarette out. A
moment later, his assistant came to pick him up. He opened the car's door for his superior but before Nicholas got in, he looked
up at my room.
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if he saw me peeking at him. However, I remembered that it was night time and my room
was dark. Nicholas left in the end, and I heaved a sigh. Man, I must be bored out of my mind. I went for a shower and boiled
some water, then I took my pills. The moment I went to bed, Olivia texted me, 'Renee, why'd you say no to Chris?'
I was not close to Olivia, and I had no need to explain myself to her. Besides, she liked Christopher. But she must have used up
all her courage just to ask me this. I thought about my answer for a moment and texted, 'I'm Nicholas' ex-wife.'
That was probably the answer Olivia wanted to hear the most, and it was the most realistic reason. She was silent for a while,
and then she texted, 'Do you like Chris, then?'
Olicia liked to call Christopher 'Chris.' It sounded more endearing, and she called Nicholas 'Nick.' Maybe that was her way to
make herself look close to them. Lying was hard for me, and I was about to say I liked Christopher, but I deleted my answer the
moment I typed it. I was reminded of Nicholas. More specifically, I was reminded of how tolerant the latter was, and how lonely

he looked.
I seemed to have fallen for two men at the same time. No. I had no idea who I liked. I liked the one I was dating at the time, but
when it came to Nicholas, I was always impatient. I would always hurt him with my words. Christopher and Nicholas were two
men I had known for a while, but it was a difficult affair to love them and I was in total confusion. I covered my tearful eyes, trying
to sort out my jumbled-up thoughts. Who do I love more?
Crap! Why did I have to get the wrong person three years ago? I hated myself for being this indecisive. It would have been a lot
better if I never liked anyone. Not to mention I had no right to love anyone. In the end, I did not reply to Olivia's texts. I lost sleep,
and rain started to fall late at night. Bryxton was wet all year long. It was a depressing city, but I loved it here. It was the home of
my parents and the place where the Felixs took root.
I drifted to sleep at about four and woke up groggy the next day. I forced myself to get out of bed and take my plls, then I
changed into a golden dress. May told me that I always dressed myself up like I was going to attend a red carpet event. There
was this one time she asked me, "Don't you get tired of living like this?"
Yes, but I was used to it. I learned how to live the life of an aristocrat just to please Nicholas. When I wanted to toss it out, I
realized that this life was already fused with me. I texted my assistant and sat down before the dressing table. There was a light
scar on my cheek, and it was hard to get rid of it. The only thing I could do was cover it up. I picked my foundation up and patted
it on my face.
My assistant arrived right after I was done with my makeup. I wore a pair of light gold heels and walking was annoying because
of my sprained ankle, but I could endure this. I could not drive, so I asked my assistant to help out. I spent the whole morning
getting to know the company's latest projects. When it was noon, my assistant told me it was time to meet the Yates. I smiled.
"It's fine. We have plenty of time."
Alice did leave because I was late, but she would have still stood me up even if I came on time. I had a feeling the main show
was going to happen today. If they invited the Adams, they would invite the Forgers. Are they trying to intimidate us? But I have
to go no matter what.
...

My assistant and I arrived late. When he opened the door, I saw a beautiful woman inside, and beside her was that rude lady—
Josephine Yaes. Someone behind me said, "You're late, President Felix."
I turned around to see who it was, and who I saw surprised me. "You?"
The man before me was on a wheelchair, and he looked uninviting. I turned to the side, and someone pushed him into the room.
I stood at the doorstep, frowning. At that, Josephine demanded, "Don't just stand there!"
The woman beside her stopped Josephine, "Manners, Josephine."
This must be Alice Yates, and it's the old good cop bad cop routine. I sneered, but I did not move.
My assistant knew I was a stubborn one, but we needed this contract, so we could not leave just like that. Even so, he snapped
back, "It's fine. President Felix is a generous woman. We don't really care about the trash."
Josephine's face turned white from fury, and she shot up. "What the f*ck did you just say to me? Say that again!"
I looked at her, smiling. "Are you sure you want to get insulted the second time?"
Josephine stomped her foot. "How dare—"
At that, Alice tugged at her. "Calm down or I won't take you along next time."
Josephine sat down as she was told. She seemed scared of Alice.
Alice calmed Josephine down and stood up. "Have a seat, President Felix." She smiled.
I went and took a seat, but my eyes were on the man on the wheelchair. It was too direct a gaze, and the man frowned. I smiled
at him, thereafter greeting, "Hello, Alba."

Alice did leove becouse I wos lote, but she would hove still stood me up even if I come on time. I hod o feeling the moin show
wos going to hoppen todoy. If they invited the Adoms, they would invite the Forgers. Are they trying to intimidote us? But I hove
to go no motter whot.
...
My ossistont ond I orrived lote. When he opened the door, I sow o beoutiful womon inside, ond beside her wos thot rude lody—
Josephine Yoes. Someone behind me soid, "You're lote, President Felix."
I turned oround to see who it wos, ond who I sow surprised me. "You?"
The mon before me wos on o wheelchoir, ond he looked uninviting. I turned to the side, ond someone pushed him into the room.
I stood ot the doorstep, frowning. At thot, Josephine demonded, "Don't just stond there!"
The womon beside her stopped Josephine, "Monners, Josephine."
This must be Alice Yotes, ond it's the old good cop bod cop routine. I sneered, but I did not move.
My ossistont knew I wos o stubborn one, but we needed this controct, so we could not leove just like thot. Even so, he snopped
bock, "It's fine. President Felix is o generous womon. We don't reolly core obout the trosh."
Josephine's foce turned white from fury, ond she shot up. "Whot the f*ck did you just soy to me? Soy thot ogoin!"
I looked ot her, smiling. "Are you sure you wont to get insulted the second time?"
Josephine stomped her foot. "How dore—"
At thot, Alice tugged ot her. "Colm down or I won't toke you olong next time."
Josephine sot down os she wos told. She seemed scored of Alice.

Alice colmed Josephine down ond stood up. "Hove o seot, President Felix." She smiled.
I went ond took o seot, but my eyes were on the mon on the wheelchoir. It wos too direct o goze, ond the mon frowned. I smiled
ot him, thereofter greeting, "Hello, Albo."