Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 4

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Rachel Grey limped to the marital room she was supposed to share with Louis Smith. Staring into the empty house, she knew no one was returning to the room other than her. Her eyes fell on the sticker spelling “Happily Married” on the door. Rachel stepped toward the sticker and tore it off the door, there was no hesitation or reluctance in her action. The wedding decorations in the room got on her nerve. She pulled herself together and kept all the wedding decorations away. Everything else was packed except for the pre–wedding photograph she’d taken with Louis.

She stood there silently with her eyes fixated on the pre–wedding photograph. The pain in her eyes eventually turned into emptiness. She reached for the nearby scissors and stabbed the smiling face in the pre–wedding picture.

After cleaning up all the traces of their so–called love, Rachel sat alone on the sofa the entire day until the night had fallen. Just when she felt drowsy in a trance–like, she heard the door opening from the outside.

She would usually have a broad smile on her face, ready to greet the person coming in through the door in the past. Today, she sat on the sofa silently, and there was no smile on her face.

There was no guilt on Louis‘ face at all when he saw Rachel sitting on the sofa. Exhausted, he sat on the couch, massaging his temple as he ordered, “Pour me a glass of water.” Rachel gave him a wry smile, “Louis, let’s break up.”

Her voice was firm and determined.

He stared at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable. She couldn’t tell what was playing in his mind.

Rachel let out a scornful chuckle as she stared back at him. “Why are you looking like that? Isn’t this what you’ve been looking forward to since you left me during the wedding or even since the day Olivia returned to the country?”

Louis took the pack of cigarettes from the table and habitually took one from the box. He lit it and took a deep pull of his cigarette.

After a moment of silence, he snickered, “Breaking up would be the best option for us. Your misunderstanding toward Olivia is too deep, after all. Being together with you is going to hurt Olivia even more.”

Rachel threw a glance at the man sitting before her. She did not bother to hide her sneer. “I’m curious. What else would you not do for Olivia Cruise?”