Prologue

“It is not in every situation that love is perfect, it's not the same as what we see in disney movies where happy ever after exist. Sometimes, we must accept the fact that some people meet but not fated for each other- and some are fated, but they never meet.”

Facing the conference, I smiled widely as I finished my statement.

Being Neysha Castillo is too fancy and expensive. Facing these people is like a dream come true. I never expected what happened to me years ago would turn me into someone I never imagined to be.

The bitter past still gives me chills. The bitter past in my memories swirls inside my head like a wildfire.

And the man who made my suffering never left my mind.

I smirked.

I can still remember his face.

I can still remember his voice.

I can still remember his every touch.

Who would expect that my best friend would make me pregnant and marry another girl- leaving me hopeless?

He left without saying a word. He left without looking at me. He left, as if he didn't took anything from me.

I fisted my palms as my rage came rushing like a brazing wind. Now that I am back. I will make him taste the taste of his own medicine.

I smiled on the camera that were directed to me and slowly turned my back facing the grand staircase.

I was walking upstairs, chin up with sophisticated grace.

I wasn't paying attention on anybody, and it wasn't my intention to look at the person next to me. The familiar thud of my beating heart began as I look at the person next to me.

He is wearing a suit with a very formal stance. His shoulders got broader with the same dark eyes and perfectly thick eyebrows.

I gulped as I step faster than normal, all I wanted to do is to get away from there! I want to get away from him!

As I reached the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“What the fuck is he doing here in Nevada!” I can't help but mumble.

I thought I moved on. But why am I shaking?

I fisted my palms as I look my reflection.

How dare he. How dare he.

He used me. He made me a past time!

He didn't came back after that night. He didn't. He left. He did!

My tears started bursting as that forbidden memory of us came back to me like a waterfall.

I held the top of my chest.

How many drum of tears should I waste for that person?

No matter how many times I tell myself that I've moved on, I’m again and again wrong.

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