Selene's pov~
"Let's break up," he said as he clutched the PS5 I had just gifted him .
I blinked, unsure of whether I had heard him correctly.
We were in the middle of our 8 year anniversary dinner, which I had planned. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner, the last dating anniversary before we were to be married. He had proposed to me a month ago on Valentine's day.
"Huh?" I managed to let out, still dumbfounded.
"It's just not working out between us, you know? It's not you, it's me." He was still holding on to the PS5 like his life depended on it.
"Wh...what even are you talking about?" I let out a shaky breath, still trying to process whatever was happening.
"Actually, it is you. I'm too good for you, Selene. I can't be with someone beneath me." He sighed as if what he just mentioned was obvious.
"I'm beneath you?" Tears formed in my eyes, I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"Look at yourself, Selene. You're... unfit, I'm practically at my prime and you've let yourself go. We're just not fit for each other." He looked at me like I was pitiful.
"But Ian,..." I tried to explain, "I'm literally all bones, you saw me once with a bloated tummy."
"And I was appalled. It was a disgusting sight to look at. And look at your arms, I see... hair"
I couldn't believe my ears. I felt tears fall from my eyes and drizzled to my cheeks. I wiped them off before they became uncontrollable.
"Ian, please. Don't do this. Don't throw away eight years of our lives." I pleaded, tears threatening to fall once more.
He look at me with disdain, then he smirked, almost like he was happy that I was begging him to stay with him.
"Oh, Selene," his voice was low and cold, "You really have no dignity and self-respect. Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"
The tears fell and I took an handkerchief from my bag to try and minimize the flow but nothing worked. My heart felt heavier by the millisecond, my breath, uncontrollable.
My tears came to an abrupt end when I heard the next words that came out of his mouth.
"I don't want to spend my life with a defective product."
Me? Defective? Was he calling me defective?
I met his eyes with mine and it was like the man I'd spent eight years with was non-existent. His eyes, they looked at me as if I was some kind of animal begging for straps.
He leaned towards me, "Did you really think I was going to get married to you knowing you can't let me know the joy of having a child?"
I held my breath. He couldn't.. he wouldn't... There was no way he would...
"Ian..." I knew he heard the hurt in my voice, he flinched. "Talk to me, baby. Where is this coming from?"
I hoped it was a prank. Ian loved pranks, he pranked me all the time. This was just another prank of his.
He rose to his feet, his eyes not meeting mine, took the PS5 and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.
"Ian." I called after him and stood up to run after him. He didn't stop and hit an oncoming waiter as my body slammed against the floor.
He didn't stop, didn't look back.
"IAN!" I yelled in desperation. I wanted him to look back once, just once.
He would come back, apologize and kiss me. He would tell me he was joking.
"IAN.... IAN.... IAN"
He didn't answer, didn't look back, didn't stop walking and finally he was out of sight.
I felt my whole world collapse. He was gone.
I felt the stares, heard the murmurs but at the same time, I couldn't see the stares or hear the murmurs. Everything else was like a distant memory.
I looked down at my knees, they were bruised due to the impact I had with the floor. My skin tight gown didn't allow for easy movement either. I stood up and went back to my table, not minding the stares. I called for a waiter and I could see him awkwardly trying to get someone else to attend to be but failing.
He reached my side and I gave him my card to pay. He swiped it and returned it to me, then proceeded to awkwardly patting my back before hurrying away.
I took my bag and coat and I left the restaurant, still being the object of the diners' stares. I roamed the streets of Arizona in a daze.
I had promised everything to this man, my life, my love, my future, my heart. Eight years of my life had gone down the drain, my eyes felt heavy. Tears refused to escape them. It was all a cruel joke, I would call him tomorrow and he'd smile and tell me I had a bad dream.
In my daze, I bumped into someone, the person apologized and went into a building. I looked up at the building and bright lights shone from a sign that read, "The Happy Hour," I wanted to feel a semblance of happiness so I made my way towards the building.
The atmosphere was lively, some were dancing, some were flirting, some were making out. I felt out of place in my dinner gown but still made my way towards the dance floor.
When I got to the dance floor, I didn't move, I didn't dance, I just stood there. I felt contrasted to the lively atmosphere of the room. The loud chatterings, the playful music and me, in all my mood dampener. I thought to lift up my spirits so I started dancing, I wasn't feeling the vibe but I danced nonetheless.
I felt numb, until I saw them.
Blond hair I would never mistake anywhere, it was Ian. He was by the bar, laughing, talking, flirting..... with Cassie, my best friend.
I didn't want to get ahead of myself, maybe she was trying to get him to get back with me. It was Cassie, my best friend, my one and only. She would not betray me like that, she would never. She was just trying to get him to get back with me.
Maybe he met her on his way out of the restaurant all teary eyed and broke down to her, telling her he'd made the worst mistake of his life by breaking up with me. And maybe she was comforting him and telling him that he should get me back. Maybe...
She wrapped her hands around him and sat on his laps.
"No..." I whispered, hoping that my eyes were desperately playing tricks on me. It had to be, there was no way they would do this to me.
Their face got closer and all I could do was watch, my feet refused to move but my eyes refused to look away.
"Please..." I pleaded, hoping they would hear me before they did something that would forever haunt me.
Then I made eye contact with Cassie. I felt relieved as she looked at me. I knew she would not betray me, not like that. Not with my fiance. She held eye contact with me and I saw her smirk. The people dancing around me seemed like a blur, an afterimage.
We stared into each other's eyes, but our looks were as different as it could be. She looked smug and I was sure I looked horrified in that moment.
Still holding my gaze, she leaned towards Ian and locked him in a kiss.
I felt something snap in my head as I wailed loudly and lunged towards them but was caught by a pair of strong hands.
"LET ME GO?" I yelled at the owner of the hands, not quite making up his face.
He gently covered my eyes and even though I tried to to snag his hands away from my vision, it was unrelenting. His hands restricted my vision, it was like he was telling me whatever I wanted to see were not meant for my eyes. I soon gave up on trying to fight him and I buried my head in the stranger's chest, crying loudly.
He held me tightly and guided me out of the crowd of dancers. I didn't try to push him away, his hands till over my eyes. I wanted to see Cassie, I wanted to know why she did that to me, how she could do that to me. I felt betrayed, betrayed by the two people I had given my whole heart to.
The stranger gently led me outside the club and to a quiet parking lot, his hands were not tightly over my eyes, I could still see my surroundings.
When we got to the parking lot, he slowly let go of me and through my blurred vision, I look up at him. He looked familiar but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I wiped my tears to take a good look at the stranger's face only to be met with my boss.
"Sir..." I gave a loud gasp and stumbled backwards, almost falling when he caught me.
"Careful, now." His voice was low and calm. "Wanna get out of here?"