Our Love was Already Over A Long Time Ago

Caroline took over my place in their hearts, which felt hurtful. However, I knew that I had to let that go. I couldn’t help but think of my parents who would have to sleep on the floor in a underground slot that I could only afford.

“Anthony, Matthew, please. Let me keep my mansion. Just consider this as a debt that I owe you. This mansion really means a lot to me. Can you give this mansion to me?” I asked both Anthony and Matthew.

I was still hoping that I would still have a place in their hearts even just a little bit. Oh, how wrong I was because I knew that the result would be different. Their reactions really broke my heart.

Anthony stood from the stairs and he looked down at me as he said, “You’ve already lived in the mansion long enough, Elizabeth. Caroline hasn’t even lived here yet. She always tells us that she envies you. Don’t you think you should just give this mansion up and let her live there for two days?”

These two rich men pitied Caroline who came from a lower-class family, but they had no idea that my condition might be even worse than Caroline’s. I knelt before them, lowering my posture as I hoped that my childhood friends would pity me. This was the only thing I could do.

“Please. My family just went bankrupt. My parents are living with me in the underground flat that I can only afford. Just consider me getting my mansion back as a loan from you. At least, give us a place to stay,” I told them, begging these two men to hear my plea.

However, Matthew then dragged me before he then stopped. When the man saw me crying like this, he retracted his hand as he looked at Caroline who was on the top of the stairs. Her eyes were red as she cried.

She then weakly said, “Forget it. Besides, I never deserve to live in such a good house anyway. I’d better give this mansion to Elizabeth who needs it more than me.”

When Caroline said that, I was surprised because I might be able to get my mansion back. I looked at Anthony to confirm it. Instead, the man hugged Caroline.

The man told her as he said, coaxing her, “No need to worry, Caroline. There’s nothing you don’t deserve. You deserve the best things in the world. I’ll just give Elizabeth some money, so her family won’t starve.”

Not long after Anthony said it, a thunderstorm came. The loud sound from the thunder really hurt my eardrums. Caroline immediately covered her head with her hands and rushed towards me, letting her body wet because of the rain. Then, the woman held my arm.

“Elizabeth, just come inside and sit, okay? I’ll ask the servants to make you a cup of hot tea. I still have £5 here. Just take it. I think it’ll be enough, right?” she asked.

This woman dared to act as if she owned my mansion, mocking me before my very own mansion. Immediately, I knew what she meant. Yet, I knew that both Anthony and Matthew would hate me if I pushed Caroline away.

When I saw Caroline’s eyes as her body was wet with the heavy rain, I knew her true intention. Her eyes were malicious. That woman was waiting for me to push her away so that she would be the only person in their heart.

After that, I could see Caroline frowning. It was clear that she was getting impatient. She then kept wiping the rain off her face with Anthony’s handkerchief, trying to show off to me and telling me that she was the unrequited crush of both men.

Eventually, I stood up after a long time and took the money. I even forced myself to smile even though I was upset. After all, I needed the money.

“Thank you for your generosity, Miss Caroline. But I won’t go inside. Let’s meet again someday,” I told her as I reached for the money.

However, I was shocked to feel how tightly Caroline’s grip on the money when I was reaching out to take the money. It seemed that this woman didn’t expect that I, who was usually arrogant, would accept such humiliation. Anthony wanted to get mad, but he quickly went downstairs amidst the heavy rain.

The man then said in a worried tone, “Elizabeth, why don’t you go inside first? We’ll think of a way for you.”

Caroline was still holding my hand, not letting me go. After she heard what Anthony had just siad, the woman wanted to make it look like I pushed her down. But I held her hand tightly, letting her twist her own waist as the rain got heavier, which made the whole scene look very ridiculous. I no longer cared, though.

So, I let out the smile that I would often give to both Anthony and Matthew.

“It’s okay. One day, people will regret it,” I told them weakly.

As soon as I said it, I turned my back and walked into the rain. Anthony and Matthew seemingly wanted to keep me, but I heard Caroline’s fake cry. Soon enough, they lost their intention to keep me from the rain.

Without further ado, I left Belgravia with my parents and returned to Bath where I finished my studies while working.

The place where I live, an underground flat, was dark and damp. From then on, I, who was born on the golden spoon, left my privileged life. Ever since that humiliation, I promised to never feel that kind of humiliation ever again.

It was five years later when I met again with both Anthony and Matthew. They had become very well-known in London’s upper-class society. They were known for their cold reputation, which attracted lots of women in society.