I Gave Him Everything, He Gave Me Regret

“Zelia, why did you block me? Do you really think I want to contact you?” His voice dripped with annoyance.

“Listen, there’s something important I need you to do right now. Head to the convenience store and grab a few packs of extra-long, 100% cotton sanitary pads. Then, swing by the pharmacy for some painkillers. You’ve got ten minutes to make it here!”

I let out a weary sigh.

Once I completed this final task, I’d be free from any debts to the Wallace family.

With that thought in mind, I rushed out the door.

After navigating through a few frustrating traffic lights, Caesar’s voice thundered in my ear once again. “Zelia, if you’re not here soon, you’re dead! Don’t even think about pulling any stunts!”

I took a breath and replied patiently, “I’m on my way. The red lights have been relentless. I’ll be there soon.”

His frustration bubbled over as he snapped, “That’s no excuse! You’re just trying to make Gaia suffer, aren’t you?”

Just then, Gaia’s delicate voice broke through, tinged with distress. “Mr. Wallace, it really hurts. If I die from the pain, would you forget about me?”

Immediately, Caesar’s tone shifted to one of concern. “Of course not, Gaia. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as memories flooded back—like the time I had stained the sheets during my period.

Caesar had wrinkled his nose in horror, barking at me to clean it up and sleep on the couch. “So disgusting! On days like this, don’t even think about coming into the room!”

He had no clue about sanitary pads or pain relief; his indifference was obvious.

His voice sliced through the air once more, sharp and impatient. “Zelia, if you’re not here in five minutes, you can get lost. I don’t need a woman who doesn’t obey!”

With the call ended, I muttered to myself, “I don’t need a repulsive, disgusting man either.”

Upon arriving at the villa and handing over the items, I was struck by the sight of Caesar, his attire in disarray. At the same time, Gaia wrapped herself shyly in a blanket.

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.