Chapter 230 Tessa, A Loser
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I am cold, extremely cold and my bladder is full, protesting with me to lift my powerless limbs, but I am too sleepy, I toss and turn, and then curl myself in a ball feeling warmth of my own arms on my bare skin.
But, the protest remains as finally accepting my defeat, I open my eyes and with a groan try to sit up.
Staggering, I reach the bathroom and then empty myself, after washing my face nicely, finally I am able to see my face and the things around me.
I notice a bathrobe hanging on the rack and immediately wear it.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I look around for my purse or my mobile but I find nothing. I turn to the window and remove the curtain. I see the pearly glow in the sky which means it's early morning.
The sun hasn't risen up yet.
I look down at the empty street and wonder where I am exactly and what about my kids. They will wake up at 8 which means I have to be back home before 8.
Panic starts to rise in my heart and I try to remain calm. I can't be impulsive, and I don't have any clothes at all.
After pacing in the room for a while, I decided to step out and face Andrew. Except for doing this, what choice do I have left?
Annoyingly and with little hesitancy, I twist the doorknob and finally step out of my shell.
BOOM
It's a large sitting place, or I should call it a lovely living room. There is a large seater sofa, two single sofas, an oval-shaped coffee table, and side tables, and there is a counter at the side as a small kitchen area.
I look around at all the details in the room but couldn't find the man for whom I am looking.
With a deep depressed sigh, I take a seat on the sofa and lean back, the rich always get such luxuries in their life while I, here, a Poor Tessa, couldn't even enjoy any nor could give Cyrus these luxuries at all.
A huge pang of guilt hits my heart as I start to recall all the times when I failed to give Cyrus the luxuries that his father could have given him possibly.
A few more depressing sigh escapes my life making me downhearted and a loser.
This is what you are Tessa, a loser, no matter how much you try to fight this, but Cyrus's future is brighter and happier with his father, not with his mother.
A bitter truth comes like a knife and starts piercing my heart slowly, It's painful, very much painful, I gasp for air and my eyes start to sting from the heavy tears, and before I am able to lift them off from my eyes the door clicks and immediately I sniff them back and sit up in attention.
"You're awake." The first words come out of Andrew's mouth as he makes his way inside and starts keeping the bags on the counter.
"Are you hungry? I have brought breakfast." He looks extremely calm and casual, which I didn't expect from him at all, not after what I have done at night.
He must be furious, he was actually very furious with me last night if I remember correctly, but as I see him now his anger seems to fade away, how?
As my mind was immersed with many unsaid thoughts, Andrew had already placed the boxes of food at the coffee table in front of me, one by one.
"Do you need to wash your hands?" He asks in concern and I shake my head coming out from my daze.
"Here." He hands me a plate gesturing for me to begin the breakfast. "Miss Celine has prepared this." He adds when he looks at the trace of hesitation on my face.
I nod absentmindedly and then begins to fill my plate, there is boiled eggs, croissant, pancakes, and fruit salad, just as I am indulging in my food, Andrew passes me a glass of juice, I look at him in surprise when he shrugs nervously, "Uhmm… I think you need your coffee, the strong one."
Before he is able to stand from his place, I open my mouth, "I don't drink coffee, now." and despondently, he sits back in his place.
"Why you're not eating?" I question when I see his hands clenched together in his lap.
"Oh." He says coming back from whatever his thoughts were on and then picks a boiled egg and start to eat.
His movements look a little weird to me, ignoring his behavior, I start my inquiries, "So, what actually happened last night?"
I notice him gulping his food with difficulty and I pass him the other glass of juice that will help him swallow down his food.
"So…" I prompt.
"Well," He begins and then clears his throat looking tense.
Ahem … Ahem …
"Someone drugged you last night."
BOOM
He reveals and my pupils widen in disbelief. What? Drugs? Me? Why? How?
"Can you briefly explain?" I ask as politely as I could but the sarcasm in my voice couldn't be missed at all.
He nods his head and then finally opens his lips, "I was looking for you last night after dinner, and I found you near the washroom's place, with Aiden." He pauses, giving me a narrow look.
"You both were…" He stops, fisting his hand in rage, oh well, I think I get the picture clearly of what I was doing with Aiden.
"You hurt him?" I ask.
"Kind of." He shrugs looking completely unconcerned by the consequence at all.
"So, it was that time you told him about us?" I ask, looking curiously at him and he nods his head in response.
I shouldn't be feeling bothered by the fact that Aiden has known about my past but somehow this revelation bothers me a lot as I close my eyes in disdain and fury starts to make a place in my heart.
"Why?" I seethe with my eyes closed.
"So that Moron knows he is trying to get what's mine." He snaps at me, making me more furious.
"I am not yours, Andrew." I snap back, opening my eyes and staring straight into his eyes.
"Legally, you are still my wife." He says with firmness and stubbornness too while I just keep staring at him coldly, not a single word of his touches my heart, at all.
"Then, I will seek a divorce." I tell him displeasingly and he mutters under his breath, still showing stubbornness, "I won't give it."
Puff
I scoff at his determination, his sister wants me out of his life and she can go to any extent to force him to divorce me, even if it means slaughtering my character in front of him or putting me near to my death.
I was fuming in anger when suddenly something clicks in my mind and I look at Andrew with a raising brow, "Who drugged me?"
His anger, stubbornness, everything vanishes from his face and suddenly it gets pale as he stares at my face with guilt in his eyes.
Bravo…
I knew it…
"Who drugged me?" I ask again, trying to keep my calm.
No response.
He looks down in guilt, his hands clenching, his body tense.
F**k you, Andrew Jack.
I wanted to steam at him but keeping my calm, I speak out, "It was your dear sister, Anna Swan, right?" I ask that is more like a firm statement.
I know it was her, look at Andrew's face, anyone can tell it was his dear sister who intended for his wife to get raped by strangers.
Woah…
What a duo of sister and brother, brother is reluctant to leave me, and here sister is trying her best to demolish me.
I don't understand why God has stuck me between these ridiculous people. Why God?
The hatred in my heart that has lessened for Andrew again starts to magnify in my heart.
I don't think after this act of his sister, I should still stay in their mansion and consider Aaron's treatment. No, I don't think so.
