From Betrayal to Sacred Promise
Chapter 2
Dayana's POV
"I want to clean up the house. There's a lot of stuff I want to get rid of," I replied flatly, trying to hide my groaning feelings. Without waiting for a response, I opened the door to the house wide and signaled for the officers to enter. I no longer cared about Delon and Lauren's presence. I immediately pointed out the items I wanted to move.
"Dayana, I can help you pack," Delon said as he approached. His face looked hopeful, as if his intention to help could ease my burden. I signaled no to him and continued talking to the officers without even looking at him.
"There's so much you want to get rid of. Aren't these things still nice and decent?" Delon raised his voice again, sounding so obviously worried. He didn't realize that I didn't just want to get rid of these things—I wanted to get rid of everything, including the memories in this house.
"I don't just want to throw things away; I want to replace everything. I'm so bored with everything in this house," I replied firmly, even though my heart felt so heavy.
"Oh... Well, whatever you do, just do it. Besides, it's a good idea to replace everything in this house. How about we turn this house into our bridal home?" Delon suggested with a hopeful face, as if that would change everything. The only thing I felt at that moment was emptiness. His words, his offer, they no longer had any meaning. If this had happened before I made the big decision, perhaps I would have felt happy. But now, all I could see was emptiness.
"Oh… my head and stomach hurt," Lauren's moan suddenly distracted me. Her face had paled as she held her stomach with a painful expression. I paused, looked away, and took a deep breath. Again, she provoked attention with her dramatic actions.
"Take me to the hospital. It looks like I have a recurrence of my stomach disease," Lauren said as she embraced Delon in a very spoiled manner. I was too tired to care, too fed up with their manipulations.
Delon seemed to hesitate, looking at me expectantly, as if asking for permission—or rather, understanding.
"Go away!" I replied coldly, turning away without looking at them again.
"I'll be right back after taking care of Lauren," he said, and they briskly left in my car. I could only stare at their departure with resentment.
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Half of my things had already been delivered. I felt a little relieved—one step had been completed. Now, the next task: submitting the resignation letter. My mind was made up. If I stayed in the same office as Delon, the problems would only get more complicated. My boss asked me to reconsider, but I could no longer back out. My decision was final.
I walked out of the office and looked at my car. I walked toward the car, hoping I could take it with me. However, my steps suddenly slowed down when I saw my sealed car wobbling. My chest was suddenly racing, and my body got goosebumps. I swallowed, trying to muster the courage to knock on the windshield. I stared at the glass blankly, my body shaking violently.
"Get out..." The first sound that escaped my lips was almost inaudible. However, there was no response. The person in the car remained silent. My anger was growing, and I could no longer contain it. With all my might, I raised my voice sharply, "Get out!" I shouted, aiming at whoever was in the car.
The car door slowly opened. Delon appeared with a red face, hurriedly closing the door behind him, as if covering everything inside.
"Honey... Are you here?" His voice sounded so calm, trying to calm the already tense situation.
"Ask her to get out of my car!" I pointed at the car with a trembling hand, no longer able to contain the anger that I had been harboring for so long.
"Shhh... Don't make a scene!" Delon grabbed my shoulder hard, his eyes glancing around anxiously, afraid that someone might see this. However, I didn't care. Even if the whole world knew that I had been cheated on, I didn't care anymore!
"You've had enough of playing around. Now, tell her to get out, or I'll do it!" I shied away from Delon's touch, my breath quickening, my blood boiling.
"Dayana... Calm down. It's not what you think. Lauren is sick. You know that," Delon tried to soothe me, his soft voice trying to calm my emotions.
"I'm... not a child you can fool, Delon!" I replied firmly, the pain and resentment starting to build up.
"Okay! You're not a child. Then, where's your maturity? You're accusing me baselessly, like catching me having an affair!" He shouted, getting louder.
"I'm not accusing you of having an affair!" I retorted, this time without hesitation.
"You misunderstand me! Lauren is just my best friend's younger sister. We've had a long relationship, you should know that! Don't be a blind jealous person who can't see what's right!" Delon shouted, trying to defend himself. However, the more he tried to explain, the more I felt lost.
"Yes, you're right. I am a jealous woman," I smiled bitterly, "and from now on, I won't do that anymore. I'll let you do whatever you want. I pray that you and Lauren become a happy couple." I turned around, walking away without looking back. Delon tried to grab my wrist, but his steps were halted when Lauren's voice called out to him.
"Brother Delon, help me... I'm bleeding."
My steps were halted. I turned around to see Delon running toward Lauren, who was now standing limply against the car, fresh blood running down her leg. My body cringed. What was this all about? Lauren was pregnant?
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