Trevor left the venue with Rachel's hand in his without waiting for my response.
This was the first time that Trevor left me for another woman. And I was fully aware that if there was a first time, there would be several ones. At last, the boy who vowed to be with me forever betrayed his word.
After taking care of everything, it was already late when I returned home. I discovered that my room's belongings had been carelessly dumped into the living room as soon as I opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Amora," Rachel said, feigning regret as she turned to face me. “I'm going to move in. Trevor said I may choose which room I wanted. Strangely enough, it appears that we even like the same room!”
Rachel purposefully trod on my clothes that were spread on the floor. She looked to be referring to the room, but in reality, it was about a person.
Trevor gave me a chilly look as he left the study.
"What are you arguing about?"
When Rachel heard this, she grabbed Trevor's arm right away and angrily said, "I'm to blame for everything. My favorite room appears to be Amora's. She is upset and refuses to give it to me.”
I never wanted to punch someone’s face so bad until this moment.
Rachel acted as though she was unaware that the room belonged to me, even though the family was small. She only wanted to brag to me about how well regarded she was by Trevor.
How could Trevor, who had worked in business for so long, have missed Rachel being sneaky?
However, love was blind.
Trevor glanced at me impatiently as he shielded Rachel from me.
"It wasn't Rachel's intention. It's just about one room. You could just..."
"Well, you're right," I interrupted before Trevor could finish. “It's only a room. I'm going to get everything out now."
"This house has a lot of rooms," Trevor replied after pausing. “It is the same whether you live in another room. If you need anything, let me know.”
In my heart, I scoffed. What did Trevor believe he was doing? Did I get this in exchange for giving up my room? Trevor was always like this. He definitely didn't like me, but he kept giving me hope, purposefully confusing me. But this time, he overthought things. I had no intention of living shamelessly in this house.
"Amora, let me help you move beyond the rest of your things." Rachel boldly lifted her eyebrows. She appeared to be eagerly assisting, but all she wanted was for me to give her space as soon as possible.