Chapter 108 - Chapter 107

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((( CLAIRE )))

"You felt nothing for him but he became your boyfriend. You acted along with his whims and this 'wedding' farce so he wouldn't be hurt. Because you feared that if Derick gets hurt, he'll take back all that he's given you and you'll be back to the slums. Am I right?"

The cutleries slipped from my hands. In a blink, my tears were edging from the corners of my eyes.

He was somewhat right. But not in the way he was thinking.

"I'm not like that," I stared hardly at him.

"That's easy to say," his lips curled down.

"Can't you be more sensitive to how others feel?"

My tears finally streamed to my chin. God, not today.

"It was easier for you to say because you didn't know everything that I went through. It isn't even my fault that Derick loved me. I didn't want to hurt him…because he has done so much to help me."

"That's just selfish. Don't do things half-assed."

I bolted up.

"I didn't want his money. I'm not like you who wanted to have all the riches of the world. And unlike you, Derick was easier to love."

I tried to walk away but his men instinctively blocked the door.

"Let that trash out," he snorted.

His words deafened me. I couldn't believe he'd say something like that. So in the end, he's shown how he really saw me as a person. I was just a trash for him; the dirt at his sole.  

I was nothing compared to him.

"Miss Claire," Deo peeked behind the men who made way for me to pass through.

"I'm completely done Deo," I whispered at him as I went by.

"I regret trying to talk to him."

As the plane landed back, I felt the gravity of his words weighing heavier than it did a few minutes ago. It penetrated through my bones to my soul.  

I regret meeting him.

I regret knowing Zhion.

I regret thinking we could be friends and my tears proofed how much I was hurting.

(DEO)

Zhio didn't order me to but I assisted Claire out until she safely rode a taxi back to her home. It somewhat felt like my fault. I convinced her to talk to him.

"I apologize Miss Claire"

"No. I deserved this," she shook her head.

"Take her home safely," I turned to the driver and paid him her fare in advance.

Zhio and Claire were childishly alike, rebellious, and short-tempered. I would want to bump them against head to head until they get some rationality.

Zhio and his entourage had disembarked the plane when I got back. His frown was permanent as he passed me by to his car.

"Make sure my schedule's fully loaded tomorrow."  

I nodded as I watched him steer away from where his car was parked.

"Your keys," he ordered one of the men.

He used to ask me for my keys.  

The bulky bald man was reluctant but he still gave his car keys to Zhio.  

And just as I expected the CEO to do every time he was pissed off, he drove away alone in deadly speed. As if death was chasing him.  

Nobody really wins when ego and love were at war. Both Zhio and Claire has lost in their own ways.

I took my phone the headmistress of the household, Sya. I wanted her to personally tell the doctor and the attorney. They have to know what has happened…

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