I Gave Him Everything, He Gave Me RegretChapter 1
After nine years together, Caesar Wallace, usually lost in his work, surprised me by taking me shopping for the first time. With a dramatic gesture, he booked out the entire luxury wing of the mall.
“Zelia, happy birthday!”
The smile on my face faltered as I realized he’d gotten my birthday wrong. His lavish gesture was all over the internet, with everyone admiring my luck.
But his secretary's voice cut through, laced with sarcasm. “These are all for me! Some poor fool is just soaking up my spotlight!”
That’s when I realized, it was her birthday, not mine. Caesar had even gifted her a seaside villa as an apology.
I didn’t break down or create a scene; instead, I gathered up every gift and sent it to her.
But when I arrived, I found Caesar holding her, both barely clothed.
His voice filled with irritation as he snapped, “Can you stop reading too much into this? What’s wrong with celebrating an employee’s birthday?”
“Only someone with a filthy mind sees filth everywhere. Stop being so dramatic!”
For the first time, I didn’t cry or raise my voice.
With determination, I tossed the gifts at them, saying, “Perfect. Here’s wishing you two a lifetime together.”
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Caesar stepped protectively in front of her, the luxury bags and clothes spilling across the floor.
His eyes darkened with anger, and he glared, gritting his teeth. “Still playing hard-to-get? Don’t think I’m falling for it this time!”
He stomped over the gifts without a second thought, as if he were grinding my love for him into dust beneath his feet.
Even the report I had poured my heart into was torn to shreds without a hint of regret. My heart twisted in pain, but I fought back the tears, turning away to project an air of strength.
When I got home, I began packing, realizing that most of my belongings were nothing more than kitchen utensils.
For eight years, I had morphed from a culinary beginner into a dedicated caregiver, all to ensure Caesar’s happiness.
As I rifled through a collection of worn-out clothes, it dawned on me that I had forsaken my own life in those years; every ounce of energy had been devoted to him while my dreams faded like the fabric before me.
I uploaded the undeniable proof of his betrayal to the family group chat, firmly stating my intent to walk away. The chat ignited instantly, with his mother leading the attack.