Chapter 3 3

I walked aimlessly on the almost empty street. My chest tightens as tears roll down silently on my cheeks.

The early morning rays of sunshine played gently on my skin, caressing it softly. I wasn't sure if I was going in the right direction to my house.

All I just wanted right now was to hide myself away from all the chaos surrounding me.

How could I have imagined that my seemingly perfect life was now the opposite of what I had feared.

In my entire life with Pete I had never anticipated that he would do such things to me. Was I this blinded by the love and affection I so long craved that I ignored the signs even the obvious ones?.

The street blurred against my vision as I fought so hard to keep the tears from falling but I couldn't, the pain of betrayal and abandonment by the one person that I could actually turn to was too much for me.

Tears of pain kept rolling down as I tried to figure out where everything all started.

How it all began, where it all began? These questions kept playing on and on in my head.

" Elena get into the car" the guy I met in the room called out, his voice firm but unkind " let me take you home"

Home, that was now a useless word to me. Where was home when Pete wasn't there in it.

" Leave me alone"

I kept walking without looking back, ignoring him completely. Not until a sleek black Jeep rolled up beside me obstructing my way.

I wiped my tears summoning just enough courage to face him " look I don't care what we signed but I am not in for your shit. You don't know me and I don't know you so if you could please save all this..." I raised my hand rotating it in a rude manner " shit and save yourself the disgrace"

I was about to find my way around when his strong arm held unto me

" Elena, it's not safe for you to be out here all alone." His expression a bit soften"I'm just trying to help"

" I don't need your help" I shouted, trying to release his grip on me. After a while of my struggle I gave up. I don't even have enough strength to fight him right now. My hands trembled with rage and exhaustion.

" Let me go," I said in a cracked voice. "Please"

He looked at me then sighed, finally releasing his grip on me. I quickly turned, hastening my steps as if distance could solve everything.

Once I got to my house, I relaxed a little. I creaked open my apartment door lazily. My body drained from the emotional rollercoaster that has occured in the past twenty hours.

My small but comfortable apartment had always been my place of sanctuary, well not anymore. I gently closed the door resting on it

My body trembled as I looked at my apartment, the memories it held of me and Pete. Tears flickered in my eyes, I tilted my head backward forcing them to go back in, blinking severally. A heavy sign escaped my lips trying to ward off the feeling of pity.

After successfully calming myself I just headed straight to the kitchen, desperately needing a drink.

I opened the fridge and the first thing I saw was the wine in which I and Pete were supposed to share after we got back from the wedding.

We were supposed to enjoy our night with each other. God knows how long I had waited and imagined how everything was supposed to be.

But here I am all alone.

I decided to shift those thoughts at the back of my head and carried the drink. I was. about pouring myself a glass when I noticed the envelope on the counter.

A white envelope neatly placed and stamped.

My eyebrows raised in alert and confusion. Who had left that there? I quickly looked around me before setting down my glass gently.

I stared at the envelope, still skeptical about touching it. Feeling of dread crept into my spine as I picked up the envelope

I didn't put it there and from the look of things Pete hadn't come back home so how did that get there.

The envelope was unmarked, no address or anything written on it. It was just plain white.

So I slowly opened it up and read its content." This can't be," I shouted. My eyes widened in shock, there was no way this was possible.

I closed my eyes shut then opened it to see if I had mistaken but I wasn't. The envelope contained legal notice of my house being sold and the only person who has file access to my house was Pete.

"No, no, he wouldn't have" I tried to ignore the reality of the situation. Throwing the envelope with the letter back on the counter.

And as much as I wanted to ignore it, it was clearly written there. The name on the sales documents wasn't mine- it was Pete's. The man I had trusted. The man I had planned to marry and have my happily ever after.

Blood drained from my face, tears started forming around my eyes. How many more regrets and betrayal could I accept from this man? How many?

I leaned in on the edge of the counter, my knees weak from the endless pain in my heart. I tried supporting my weight on the counter as tears kept on rolling down.

I was wallowing in my pain when the doorbell rang.

The constant knocking on the door jolted me out of my daze.

I stared at the door feeling hesitant to answer it. But when it rang again, more eagerly this time, I composed myself and stumbled towards the door, twisting it with my trembling hands.

In front of me was a man and woman with a clipboard dressed in corporate attire. Their face looks a little bit straight as a professional should be.

The woman was the first to give a smile. " Miss Elena Wilson"

" Yes," I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

" We're here to inform you that this property has been sold. We represent the couple who bought this apartment and are also here to ensure that you vacate this premises within two hours "

" Listen, you guys are mistaken. I didn't sell this-"

The lady interrupted her, stretching forward another copy of the letter I saw earlier " look if this is a prank pls stop" I begged desperately.

But the looks on their faces gave me the answer I wanted. I had no choice but to pack out.

" Pete Coleman, your fiance sold this apartment to us three days ago, everything you need to know is written there. Take your time but you have two hours to vacate or you would be dragged out" she said threateningly.

Of course it was Pete who sold my apartment but if they could just understand that i didn't want to sell it maybe they would leave.

" Listen, there's been a mistake, I'm not selling this house, I didn't sign here. What don't you understand?" Frustrated I said

" I'm sorry Miss Wilson" the woman sounding with a little bit pity "but there's nothing we can do it's already legalized and paid for"

I felt my knees buckled and I quickly supported myself reaching out for the doorframe " two hours? But-"

" I suggest you start packing" the man finally spoke, his voice curt.

Without another word they turned and left , leaving me still in a daze at the door.

I finally closed the door slamming my back on it. I wondered what mistake I had committed to deserve this cruelty.

A week ago, I was having a perfect life, a perfect job , a perfect boyfriend and a perfect future. Now there was nothing left of me. Tears dropped, each one holding a deep meaning of my emotions.

Where would I go from here, I had no one, no friends, no family, no relatives. The only person I had, betrayed me

Tired of crying and self pity, I went to my cupboard, stuffing in things I could find and ditching those that reminded me of him.

As I packed my phone buzzed with endless notifications, one glance at it left me terrified. I was truly doomed now.