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Story: Twice Betrayed
“Tessa, let’s go decorate our room at the new house,” Mason interrupted my thoughts, and all I could do was nod in agreement.
Our new home was a luxurious villa in the West End, which I fell in love with the moment I saw it.
Mason informed me that he had chosen the house based on my preferences; however, unlike the joy I felt the last time I visited, entering this villa now left me feeling cold all over.
The man in front of me was my enemy, the person who had destroyed my family; how could I possibly find this house welcoming?
Mason’s phone rang, and it was Camilla’s special ringtone.
I once argued with Mason about this ringtone, but he explained that it was because Camilla was his business partner.
His expression was so sincere when he said it that I had no choice but to believe him.
Despite my discomfort, I never mentioned my dissatisfaction to Mason again, afraid he would think I was being difficult; however, hearing this ringtone again felt like a lifeline.
Mason gave me an awkward look before answering the phone and walking away.
When he returned shortly after, he appeared nervous.
“Tessa, there is an issue at the company. I need to leave immediately. You start with the decorating, and we’ll finish everything together when I return.”
He walked out the door without waiting for my response, leaving me with a mix of relief and sadness as I watched him go. He never looked back.
I’d been foolish before, deliberately oblivious to what was going on.
Mason always responded quickly to Camilla’s calls, regardless of what he was doing.
He once answered Camilla’s phone call while we were having an intimate conversation, and when he heard crying on the other end, he dressed and left right away.
From beginning to end, he never looked at me or said anything to explain.
As soon as Mason left, I went to City Hospital.
Despite the fact that our family business had experienced a crisis that required my father to be hospitalised, no doctor ever told me he was in mortal danger; instead, they simply stated that he needed to rest.
Three years ago, I was too naive, and when confronted with a sudden tragedy, all I could do was panic. Now that I think about it, everything happened far too quickly.
I came here to look for Dr. Felix Warren, my father’s attending physician at the time.
“Dr. Warren, what was the exact cause of my father’s death?”I asked.
Dr. Warren looked at me, surprised, and even more perplexed when he heard my question. “You don’t know?”
I shake my head.
“Your father has committed suicide. Didn’t someone tell you?”
Dr. Warren’s words struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me frozen in place. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything.
Dr. Warren sighed and patted my shoulder. “You still haven’t accepted it?” “You must find a way to accept your loss.”
I forced a miserable smile as I said goodbye to Dr. Warren.
Our new home was a luxurious villa in the West End, which I fell in love with the moment I saw it.
Mason informed me that he had chosen the house based on my preferences; however, unlike the joy I felt the last time I visited, entering this villa now left me feeling cold all over.
The man in front of me was my enemy, the person who had destroyed my family; how could I possibly find this house welcoming?
Mason’s phone rang, and it was Camilla’s special ringtone.
I once argued with Mason about this ringtone, but he explained that it was because Camilla was his business partner.
His expression was so sincere when he said it that I had no choice but to believe him.
Despite my discomfort, I never mentioned my dissatisfaction to Mason again, afraid he would think I was being difficult; however, hearing this ringtone again felt like a lifeline.
Mason gave me an awkward look before answering the phone and walking away.
When he returned shortly after, he appeared nervous.
“Tessa, there is an issue at the company. I need to leave immediately. You start with the decorating, and we’ll finish everything together when I return.”
He walked out the door without waiting for my response, leaving me with a mix of relief and sadness as I watched him go. He never looked back.
I’d been foolish before, deliberately oblivious to what was going on.
Mason always responded quickly to Camilla’s calls, regardless of what he was doing.
He once answered Camilla’s phone call while we were having an intimate conversation, and when he heard crying on the other end, he dressed and left right away.
From beginning to end, he never looked at me or said anything to explain.
As soon as Mason left, I went to City Hospital.
Despite the fact that our family business had experienced a crisis that required my father to be hospitalised, no doctor ever told me he was in mortal danger; instead, they simply stated that he needed to rest.
Three years ago, I was too naive, and when confronted with a sudden tragedy, all I could do was panic. Now that I think about it, everything happened far too quickly.
I came here to look for Dr. Felix Warren, my father’s attending physician at the time.
“Dr. Warren, what was the exact cause of my father’s death?”I asked.
Dr. Warren looked at me, surprised, and even more perplexed when he heard my question. “You don’t know?”
I shake my head.
“Your father has committed suicide. Didn’t someone tell you?”
Dr. Warren’s words struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me frozen in place. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything.
Dr. Warren sighed and patted my shoulder. “You still haven’t accepted it?” “You must find a way to accept your loss.”
I forced a miserable smile as I said goodbye to Dr. Warren.