Their words assaulted me like a hail of arrows, piercing my heart and igniting a flame of fury within my soul. Their accusations cut deep, branding me as a gold-digging leech who sought only to drain the life and wealth of their beloved son. And as I stood there, helpless against the barrage of insults, my blood boiled with rage and anger.
They continued to hurl insults at me, calling me a low life and saying I wasn't good enough for their son. I clenched my fists in anger, trying to hold back my rage. But then I snapped. "Don't you dare insult me! I haven't even been welcomed properly and you're already insulting me!" I yelled.
"Oh please, those clothes you're wearing, my son probably bought them for you," my boyfriend's mother retorted.
"You're delusional! You rich people think the world revolves around you. You're lying! I work for my money!" I shouted, my face turning red with anger.
"The nerve of her, talking back to us with no respect," my boyfriend's father hissed.
I searched Greene's face for any sign of support, but he remained silent, watching the scene unfold with wide, unreadable eyes. How could he let his family treat me this way?
I squared my shoulders, meeting their hateful glares with defiance. "You're the ones with no manners, insulting me without even bothering to learn my name," I shot back, my voice filled with anger.
"Greene, take this piece of trash back to the gutter where she belongs. She's not worthy of standing in this mansion," his mother spat.
"Your so-called mansion is not fit for a woman of my caliber," I retorted, turning on my heel and striding towards the door. "I'm too glam to give a damn," I called over my shoulder, and the sight of their furious expressions brought a satisfied smirk to my face.
As I made my way out of the mansion, Greene rushed to catch up with me, his hand outstretched to grasp mine. I recoiled from his touch, anger coursing through my veins.
"Get away from me. You stood by and watched your family tear me to shreds. What kind of person are you?" I spat.
"I'm sorry, I didn't anticipate their reaction. I was shocked and couldn't find the words," he stammered.
"You think that excuses it? I shouldn't have come here. It was a mistake to get involved with you," I seethed, regretting the day I ever laid eyes on Greene. "And why didn't you tell me your parents were so rich?"
"'I'll explain everything, I promise!' Greene called out, but I was beyond listening.
"I've had enough of your excuses, don't bother trying to find me, it's over!" I growled, ignoring Greene's pleas as I turned my back on him and headed home. Despite his calls after me, I remained steadfast, determined to put an end to the humiliation I had endured.
Welcome to my world. My name is Evarister Idril, but you can call me Eva. You might be wondering how I ended up in such a situation. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
I had given up on love after three failed past relationships, but my parents couldn't resist reminding me that my younger sister was happily married and expecting a baby, leaving me feeling the pressure to find someone.
My friend trying to help urged me to try a dating app, insisting that I would find my perfect match. Reluctantly, I agreed, setting up a blind date with a stranger. That's how I met Greene Tarrent. Our first date was a hit, and I was immediately struck by his kindness, care, and good looks.
We started dating and everything seemed perfect. I thought I had finally found my happily ever after. But then Greene suggested that I meet his parents and siblings, and that's when my dream of a fairy tale romance started to unravel.
Despite my belief that he was wealthy, Greene had never shared much about his family. When he suggested I meet them, I was excited, but that excitement soon turned to dread as I found myself in his family's lavish home earlier today, only to be greeted with a barrage of insults and accusations.
As soon as I walked in, they mistook me for the new maid, leaving me feeling humiliated and embarrassed. No matter how impeccable my appearance had been, it was as if I had entered their home dressed in ashes and shame.
Their words cut through my dignity like a knife, leaving me gasping for breath as the humiliation choked the very life out of me. That's when the drama unfolded, and now I find myself heading home, feeling distraught and emotionally drained.
As the taxi came to a halt in front of my house, I heaved a deep sigh of disappointment and stepped out, quietly handing the driver the fare. The house was decent, not extravagant but not wanting for anything.
My parents were waiting for me in the living room, their eager faces betraying their high hopes for the meeting. "How did it go, sweetie?" My mom asked.
I sidestepped her questioning, my heart too heavy to respond, and slipped away to my room. I slammed the door shut, sealing myself away from the world and collapsing onto my bed in a heap of defeat.
My family was small, just me, my sister, and my parents. And despite their little or no support and encouragement, it seemed as though love was not written in my stars. Three months of dating, gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me once again alone and brokenhearted.
I crawled onto my bed, feeling defeated, and reached for my phone as it rang. A glance at the screen revealed it was Greene, but the mere thought of talking to him left me cold. I switched off the phone, shoving it back into my bag like an unwanted reminder of my crushed hopes.
Kicking off my shoes, I changed into my nightwear. I was angry with myself for letting my guard down and allowing feelings to develop for him, only to have it all fall apart. My life had been a series of disappointments from the start, and it seemed that pattern would continue. As my eyelids grew heavy, I gave in to exhaustion and let sleep wash over me.
I awoke to the intrusive warmth of the sun streaming through the window, cutting across the room and kissing my eyelids with its golden light. I yawned, the lingering effects of sleep still clinging to my limbs, as I rose from the bed. It was Monday, and with it came the start of another workweek.
With sluggish movements, I dragged myself to the bathroom, absently brushing my teeth and allowing the warm water of the shower to wash away the last remnants of sleep.
Dressed in my work clothes, I collected my bag and moved through the house switching on my phone, the sounds of the day already beginning to filter in from outside. As a teacher, I loved shaping young minds, and I felt grateful to be doing what I had studied for at university.
I made my way to the dining room and slid into a chair, noting the meal already laid out before me. My parents soon joined me, their presence a reminder that despite the disappointment of yesterday, life would continue to march forward.
It might appear to some that I am a burden to my parents, an unmarried daughter still living at home despite completing my education. But the reality was more complex; my meager allowance barely sustained my daily life, and I was still searching for a way to become self-sufficient.
As we sat at the table, the inevitable questions came. "How did you sleep, dear?" my mother inquired, her voice gentle but her eyes searching for answers.
"It was fine," I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on my plate.
"And yesterday, how did it go?" my father pressed, unable to conceal his concern.
"It was a disaster," I admitted, feeling the sting of humiliation afresh. "I was treated like a piece of garbage, verbally assaulted by people who knew nothing of me not even my name."
My mother's words dripped with hatred as she launched into her familiar litany of disappointment. "You're useless! Your sister is thriving, while you're left with nothing but failure. You'll never amount to anything," she said, her voice rising to a crescendo.
But before she could continue, a thunderous pounding on the door shook the house. The banging grew louder and more urgent, until it could no longer be ignored. With shaky hands, I rose from my seat and ventured to the door, only to be confronted by Greene's parents.
"You think you could hide it from us, you wretched girl?" Greene's mother hissed, her voice a venomous whisper. "Three men died while dating you, and now you're trying to kill our son!" Her words left me frozen in shock.