Royal Blood in Exile by Mark Twain 6
Chapter 6
After getting off the plane, I arrived home quickly.
Dad sent someone to pick me up. Mom held my hand the entire time, looking at me with concern. “You’ve gotten so thin. Have you been eating properly?”
My heart ached with bitterness.
Over all these years, I’d rarely called home. Back when Dad disapproved of my relationship with Owen, we’d fought constantly. Mom hadn’t wanted to talk to me either.
Now that I was home, I couldn’t hold back anymore. All the grievances I’d been carrying were poured out.
“Hmph, I told you not to be with someone like that. I did a background check and you still didn’t believe me!” Dad huffed at me indignantly, though his eyes were full of worry.
I knew I’d been wrong. Through blurry tears, I hugged him. Dad froze, shooting helpless looks at Mom. But he still patted my back comfortingly.
“Alright, alright. It’s not too late to come to your senses now. Starting your own company is good. It’ll prepare you to take over the family business eventually. I can help with the investment side too.”
Hearing this made me feel even worse. I’d caused my parents nothing but worry all this time.
After dinner, I returned to my room, planning to map out the company launch properly. That was when Owen called.
After a moment’s hesitation, I answered.
“Charlotte, why haven’t you come home? Where did you go” Owen’s voice was hoarse as he questioned me.
I found it odd. In the past, when I wasn’t home, he never called me. On the contrary, I was always the one waiting at home, anxiously calling if he came back even a little late
“We’ve already broken up, so I went back to my own home. Why? Is there something you need?” I asked flatly.
Owen’s tone became tense. “But I didn’t agree to break up with you.”
“Does it matter? We’re already over. Whether you agree or not, what difference does it make?”
When I announced the breakup at the office, everyone’s reactions made me realize for a moment that even saying the words felt unnecessary.
“But you said before that you’d never leave me.”
His voice actually broke, like he was about to cry. “Charlotte, don’t the things you said before count anymore?”
I said nothing. I had said that once.
It was when I first met him. He was being bullied by classmates who cornered him, demanding money. After I used the cash I had on me to pay off his debt, he sat on the rooftop looking completely dejected.
I worried he might do something foolish, so I sat down notar from him. I chatted with him and helped him work through his troubles.
He told me about his family, about his tragic experiences. Finally, he said he had nowhere to go.
I’d never imagined anyone living in such awful circumstances. Angry and upset, I eventually told him, “Be with me. As long as you love me, I’ll never leave you,”
But he only remembered half of that. He forgot about the part where he was supposed to love me.
Every time he forgot something important, I’d make excuses for him, thinking he was just too busy. But eventually, I couldn’t fool myself anymore, especially after discovered he could clearly remember Lila’s birthday, her preferences, even her food allergies.
Silence stretched across the phone line. He was still waiting for my answer.
“Just consider me a liar then,” I said quietly, not wanting to waste energy on pointless explanations.
“Is this because of that man who picked you up in a Rolls Royce the other day?” he suddenly asked.
I froze for a moment, then realized he’d misunderstood. “There’s no other man.”
“Stop lying to me.” He suddenly let out a cold laugh.
“Lila was right after all. All that talk about being upset, about misunderstandings, they’re just excuses for finding someone new! Charlotte, you’d better not regret this!”
Then he hung up. I held my phone, unable to stop myself from scoffing.
Of course. He still chose to believe Lila.
I couldn’t be bothered chasing after him with explanations I put away my phone and lay back down on the bed.
I thought I might have trouble sleeping. Over the years, every time Owen and I fought, no matter how much I tried to comfort myself, I’d lose sleep that night. But surprisingly, the moment my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
I slept deeply that night. When I woke up the next morning even the sunlight seemed especially beautiful.
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