I slowly walked in, in the spacious and luxurious Shangri-La Hotel enjoying my grand entrance when suddenly, four men wearing a black suit suddenly pop out of nowhere and blocked me. The man beside me hold my arm and was about to drag me out when his eyes widen, I know he recognized me. An apologetic smile immediately plastered on his face as he slowly removes his hand on my arm.
"I'm sorry maam. We didn't know it was you."
"It's okay." I answered and gave them a weary smile.
I can't blame them, it's been a year since they last saw me. And the way I am dressed right now makes me looks miserable. My gray t-shirt and fitted jeans won't fit in, in their code of dress which is a long gown for a woman and suit for a man. I don't give a damn anyway. I should've worn my black t-shirt a while ago, but I changed my mind at the last minute.
They bowed their head as what they always do way back when they were still my bodyguards before they leave me.
I let out a deep breath before I continue moving forward.
Uniformed waiters and waitresses were scattered everywhere offering every guest a drink. The waiter who passed by me even offered me a cocktail drink, but I refused. I don't drink alcoholic beverages. And I don't believe alcohol can mend someone's broken heart. Only fools will believe in that sayings.
A few guests were looking at me from head to toe, but I am too preoccupied to even care. I'd been used to it anyway. Being a wife of a billionaire is not that easy. Actually, I am an ex-wife now and I don't have the time to explain why I ended in that situation. I don't have the time to reminisce the past. I am so done hurting and questioning why I had to experience all those pains and sufferings.
I glance at the two women behind me when I heard what they were whispering. These old ladies here are mocking my outfit. I turned around and glared at them. I don't care if they are older than me. My dress is decent so they don't have the right to mock me as if my dress was a ragged.
Should I teach them a lesson and slap to their faces my 35-carats emerald cut diamond engagement ring, and 50 carats round brilliant cut wedding ring? But I am not a scandalous kind of woman, so I hold back myself from doing so. I still care for their feelings. I do not want them to get a heart attack because of jealousy. I am not bragging, but I have one of the most expensive diamond rings in the world.
I flip my long black straight hair and turn my back at them. There's no sense arguing with them because they are not worthy of my attention.
I make myself busy wandering around as I kept my pace, but I stopped in the middle because a realization suddenly hit me. I did not experience an extravagant wedding and celebration like this when he married me. The ceremony and venue were only held in their house. And only his immediate family were invited.
Envious and jealousy ate me up. This is not me. I have so much confidence in myself when it comes to our relationship before, but when he met this girl, and introduce her as his girlfriend; it was like, all the confidence I have faded.
And now, I am doubting if he truly loved me. Maybe, he just felt responsible for marrying me because something happened between us.
"Ellena. Why are you here?" Tita Cassandra's worried face is what I saw when I turned around.
She kissed my right cheeks as a sign of greeting. "I need to talk to Giovanni tita."
She holds my hands tightly. "Call me mommy, Ellena. The last time I checked, I am still your mommy." She answered softly.
"I don't think so tita. We are not married, already." I replied, with a hint of bitterness in my voice.
It's true. He is not married to me anymore, because the result of our annulment just came out one month ago. And this is the painful truth that I have to live from now on.
Tita snorted. It seems that she didn't like what I said. "I do not know what Giovanni is thinking and he married that woman. I will never accept her as his wife because for me, you are still his only wife."
I smiled, a broken one. "I am trying to accept that we are now over Tita. What we had was just a memory that needed now to be buried."
And Cassie said Kiana is pregnant. I also want to add but I decided to not voice it out.
The thought of Giovanni having his own family soon made me smiled bitterly. A family that I refused to give. I know how he wanted so much to have a baby, but I am not yet ready before. Things happened so fast in our relationship and I haven't been able to adjust yet, so I refused to get pregnant.
And if only I knew that this would happen. I should've chosen to get pregnant. Maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he will choose to stay with me.
A loud cheering from the guest stopped Tita Gianna from what she was about to say.
And when I looked at the direction where the loud noises were coming from, my chest tightened with the scene I witnessed.
I tried so hard not to cry, but my tears were a traitor. They just fell on their own when Giovanni kissed Kianna on her lips.
"Don't cry, Ellena. Do not show that you are hurting." She said comforting me.
She held my chin and wipes my tears away. "Let's go. You and Giovanni should need to talk."
She took my hand and led me to where Giovanni is. It's a good thing they are no longer kissing when we get close to them.
"Giovanni." Tita Cassandra called him. He turned around with a smile on his lips, but when he saw me it quickly disappeared.
"Mommy." He acknowledges then he kissed Tita on her cheeks.
"She has something to say," Tita said. She removes her hands from my hands and nodded at me as if giving me the courage to talk.
Giovanni looked at me with his emotionless eyes." I believe I already make things clear before. So what else are we going to talk about?" He asked in his cold and rude voice. My cheeks heated up because of humiliation.
I can't believe he is treating me like I had never been once important to him before.
A pang of pain hit my chest that I had to look away when he encircled his arms to the waist of his wife. He used to do that to me whenever men were staring at me. It was his way to show them that I am his. And seeing him do it now to another woman makes my heartache.
I shut my eyes and filled my lungs with air because if I will not do it I might suddenly cry in front of them.
When I opened my eyes, his hazel eyes met mine, but he quickly averted his gaze when he realized we were already staring at each other.
"I-i just wanted to say something for the last time. A-and I-i--- also want to give back something I believe you didn't intend to give to me from the very beginning." I answered, casually. I can't believe my voice came out naturally. I will keep in my mind to applaud myself later.
He frowned. He looked clueless.
"It's just a talk Van. You wouldn't mind it right, Kianna?" Tita interrupted, and gave Kianna a looked as if telling her to agree.
Kianna smiled awkwardly. "Of course not. It is just a talk right, Van?" She asked, in her tender voice as she lean on his shoulder.
"Yes, honey." He finally agreed. "We will just talk. Take care, okay? I'll be right back." Van answered in his husky voice.
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he ran his palm on Kiana's face and kissed her on her forehead.
I didn't look away this time even if the pain is killing me again. I tried so hard to remain my composure even though I am so tempted to just walk away.
He looked at me and signaled me to follow him after that sweet scene. We went outside and stopped walking when we got into the corner part of the hotel. Nobody was here. I can no longer hear the loud music coming from the hotel.
There is no light around here. Only the rays of the full moon is serving as our light, but enough for us to see each other.
When he turned around to face me. His cold stares met my eyes. He was still handsome as always even if he wasn't smiling. I always see him in a suit but this time, he looks different. Is it his newly cut hair or his newly shave stubble? I just can't pinpoint what it is.
He put his two hands in his pocket making him look superior. "So, what are we going to talk about?" He asked, in a bored voice.
"Are you happy?" I asked directly.
"Is that what we will talk about?" He answered back with sarcasm in his voice.
"N-no. I just----"
"Yes, I am happy. Are you satisfied?"
I took a deep breath and clasped my hands tightly." Y-you didn't regret marrying her?"
"Of course not. It was the best decision ever." He replied very sure of his answer.
I slowly nodded. Tears started to build up in my eyes. I bit my lower lip to prevent my sobs from coming out. It hurts. But I need this pain to wake me up from reality.
"What else do you want to know? Say it now. My wife is waiting." He said impatiently.
He was never been this impatient of me before. My lips trembled.
Can this pain just go away? What is the use of me being alive if I am dying inside?
"J-just one last question. D-did she--did she sign a prenup?"
She momentarily held her breath as he waits for his answer. Tell me she signed. Please, tell me. I prayed silently. But my prayer was not heard because his answer makes my heart ripped into pieces.
"No. Why would I let her sign? I love her so much. She is my wife now. What I have is also hers. I can even give the world to her that is how I love her."
My lips quivered. This is it. I can't take this anymore. My tears flowed like a river. I cried, and I don't care if he sees me crying.
He let me signed a prenup when he married me. It was okay with me because I am not after his wealth. I love him before and even until now. It's just that, he was so unfair. I felt betrayed. How could he do this to me?