Love Begins with Deceit

Six months back, Julian told me he wanted to marry me. But after a falling out with his family, he didn't have a dime to his name.

The cheapest ring at the jewelry store was 20,000 dollars.

Desperate for cash, he kept on me to teach him motorcycle racing.

During his rookie days, he signed a deal with the club where winning the race would net him a million dollars, but losing would mean he owed them just as much.

He had a huge lead during the race, but a mistake on a bend sent him and his motorcycle tumbling down a cliff.

That wreck trashed his leg.

Without a second thought, I used all the savings I had to pay for his treatment.

During his darkest days of physical therapy, Julian clung to me and sob, "Rachel, I hate crying. But thinking about not being able to marry you, I just regret everything. I hate feeling so damn useless."

My eyes were red with tears as I held him tight, reassuring, "It's all right. Whatever happens, I'm here. I won't give up on us."

I could still recall the heartache from that time.

Anyway, it was all a bunch of lies. Ridiculous.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, my tears falling like heavy drops, splashing onto the ground.

Inside, I was raging. "I've loved him for years. How could he treat my feelings like dirt?"

"Hey, where's that maid?" Ellie's voice snapped me back to reality. I realized I was still standing at their villa's door.

"Forget her. Let's just have fun," Julian said before kissing Ellie, leaving her speechless.

Fighting the urge to burst in and tear them apart, I grabbed my cleaning gear and made a quick exit.