The air thick with unspoken tension revealed all that had transpired, and I was taken aback by his desperation.
“Mr. Wallace, please let me go; this is utterly embarrassing,” she implored.
Caesar fixed me with a frosty glare before gently gathering Gaia in his arms.
“Don’t worry, Gaia. I’ll take you to the bathroom,” he whispered soothingly, cradling her as if she were a rare treasure.
As they disappeared into the bathroom, I surveyed the lavish decor around me, a wave of sorrow washing over my heart.
The room was a haven of luxury, adorned with exquisite artworks and rare treasures, the kind you wouldn’t find in any ordinary store.
My own apartment, however, was a minimalist’s dream, stripped down to the essentials.
Caesar claimed it was eco-friendly, but it felt more like a blank canvas devoid of warmth or personality.
Just days ago, I had casually suggested a new sofa, only to be met with his annoyed glare, as if I had suggested we redecorate the entire universe.
“I didn’t make you my girlfriend so you could live in comfort. Be grateful you even have a sofa. Why are you being picky?” he snapped. “Stick to cooking and doing laundry. Don’t expect anything else until we’re married; that’s just not in the cards.”
His harsh words filled me with a wave of shame, leading me to question my worth. But the truth was becoming clear: I was merely a housekeeper in his eyes.
He had a slew of beautiful women at his fingertips, with Gaia reigning as his favorite.
With a soft sigh, I turned away and walked out, feeling like a shadow in my own life.
As I drove home, a flurry of thoughts raced through my mind, and I found myself dialing a number I had been toying with for some time. “Mr. Collins, I’ve decided. I’m willing to help you.”
“Are you absolutely sure? There’s no going back once you commit,” he cautioned.
I nodded firmly.
Once I arrived home, I retrieved my suitcase and promptly booked a flight for two days later.
Caesar maintained his silence, expecting me to swallow my pride and make the first move. This tactic had been his game for eight long years.
As I set my keys down at the front desk, Caesar’s mother swept in like a whirlwind.
I opened my mouth to say hello, but she slapped me hard across the face before I could speak.
“Zelia, our family has nurtured an ungrateful snake! After eating and drinking at our table for over a decade, how could you turn on us? How heartless!”