Molly’s POV
I sat looking at the door calmly.
As soon as I was dropped off at home by the butler, I went on to book a flight ticket.
If I wanted to truly be happy and be with Paul, then I had to end things with Victor.
Ending things over the phone seemed rather childish and unreasonable. That’s why meeting him was the only choice I could think of, but first, I needed to talk to my parents.
When I heard a knock at the door, I quickly got to my feet and went to open it.
“Hey, daughter,” Dad greeted.
“Hi, Dad,” I answered and then hugged him.
When I pulled back, I looked at my mother, who had a wide smile on her face.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“Oh, Mother, I missed you too,” I whispered back and then hugged her.
My parents’ place was pretty close to where I stayed; that’s why whenever I invited them over, they came on time.
I pulled back and smiled.
“Please come on in,” I said as I took a few steps back for them to enter.
After they did, I closed the door behind them.
“It’s been a long time since you visited or called us over to see you,” my mother said once she was seated.
“That’s because of work, Mother. Work is usually hectic and hard on me,” I answered and then walked to where my father was standing and held his hands.
“I love visiting the both of you; you know that. But work has truly been tough, and you know how my boss is,” I said softly.
“Honey, why can’t you quit that job?” he asked seriously.
I let go of his hands and then faced the other way.
“You know why,” I answered in a low tone.
“Molly, we aren’t as we were back then. We now have a store that your mother and I manage, so you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for us anymore,” he said as I furiously looked at him coldly.
“I didn’t sacrifice anything because what I do is what makes me happy,” I answered angrily.
“Honey, what your father means is that maybe you should focus on yourself, not us, because we are okay,” my mother said.
“What part of it is okay, Mother? Look at Father; he still limps when he walks, and you are not getting any younger. You can’t be moving heavy loads in the store. That’s why I send you money every month, so that you can hire someone and take care of things at the same time,” I yelled.
I hated what they were saying so much.
My father was always a hardworking man who sadly didn’t complete his education. Back then, his job was decent, although it was at a construction site.
On the other hand, my mother had a heart problem like I do, so she usually stayed home managing the house while I went to school.
But then one day, there was an accident at the construction site. My father was badly injured and almost lost his leg. Luckily, he healed with time, but he couldn’t walk straight.
Whenever he did heavy labor, his foot would be badly strained, and he would be rushed to the hospital. Because of that, I had to drop out of high school to take care of both of them.
Most jobs I found were terrible and paid less. Some people went as far as to harass me for their own amusement.
If it weren’t for finding the job at Mr. Brown’s company, I don’t know how I would have survived with my family.
The salary there was amazing, even though the boss was cold and harsh with his words. At times, we worked overtime, but no one wanted to leave because we all knew how someone else would rush to take our spot.
I worked very hard and began supporting my parents.
When I met Victor, he became a part of my strength, and I did everything in my power to help him with his studies. I paid for his college fund and even rented him an apartment.
But when he got his job and soon left the country, a part of me felt incomplete and very sad. Despite that, I had hoped I would see him soon. After all, I was the love of his life and his fiancee.
But now it was clear as day how delusional and naive I was.
The more I worked hard to take my mind off things, the lonelier I felt. That’s when I had an idea. I got my parents a store to manage; that way, my father, who usually felt like he was being a burden, could work in it and feel relieved that he was of help to both me and my mother.
I said it a thousand times how I loved them and how they were never a burden to me, but they still acted up.
Paying my mother’s health bills made me happy, not the other way around.
“Honey, don’t be upset, okay?” my mother whispered.
I frowned and then blinked back the forming tears.
How could I ever bring myself to tell them that I have a heart problem? They would both worry, and my father would make sure to stop me from working.
He would go back to working a hard labor job even with his weak leg. My mother would also try to do her best and overwork in the process.
“Honey, please don’t cry,” my mother said softly and then got up.
“I am not crying, and I won’t, so you just make yourself at home, okay? I’m going to make a quick phone call and be right back,” I said, then quickly rushed into my bedroom with tears clouding my vision.
Once I was sitting on the bed, I took a deep breath and released it, then picked up my cellphone, which was on a bedside stand next to me.
I carefully unlocked it and dialed Victor’s number.
As it rang, I cleared my throat a few times.
“Hey Molly, it’s not a good time to talk right now,” Victor answered simply.
“You usually say this, and it wouldn’t kill you to greet your fiance or call me once in a while,” I said softly.
“Like I said, it’s not a good time to talk,” he responded.
“Well, I called to let you know that I booked a flight and I’ll be visiting you in two days,” I said.
“You did what?!” he yelled.
I was about to repeat my words when I heard a baby’s cry.
“Gosh, Vic, how could you wake her up?” a woman’s voice asked.
“I’m sorry,” he answered.
“Who are you even talking to this late? If it’s work, you can do that tomorrow!” she yelled.
“Don’t say that,” he answered in a pleading tone.
“Say what? As your wife, I have the right to complain. Moreover, you just woke up our baby girl,” she said as I froze in shock.
“I’ll call you back,” I heard him say before the call was disconnected.
I sat there for minutes in silence and in shock.
When the phone rang again, I picked it up and slowly moved it to my ear.
“I, um… I’m assuming you heard the woman and a child crying,” he said and then cleared his throat.
“So, um… you can’t come here,” he said as I felt a lump form in my throat.
“Why?” I asked in a whisper.
“Because I’m already married, and I have a child,” he answered as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“How long?” I asked in a cracked voice.
“We met immediately when I came here. We fell in love, and we decided to get married. I wanted to tell you in time, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. You know how long we have known each other. Hurting you wasn’t what I wanted,” he said.
I dropped the phone and slowly went down to my knees, sobbing loudly.
When my parents dashed into my room, I couldn’t stop even when they hugged me tightly.
I have never felt as broken as I was feeling at that moment.
I wanted to break up with him, but even so, I felt so betrayed and used.