The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 50

The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of furniture being moved.

Jeremy walked in, holding one of Branka's hands while dragging a suitcase with the other.

He pointed at me and said,

"Branka will be staying in the master bedroom. You can move to another room."

Branka looked at me from behind him, her smile sweet but her eyes full of smugness.

I nodded and stepped aside to let them have the room.

Jeremy looked surprised and grabbed my arm.

"You’re not angry?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"There’s nothing to be angry about."

Jeremy’s gaze fell to my neck.

"Where’s the necklace? You never took it off before."

I replied blandly,

"It doesn’t feel appropriate anymore."

Jeremy stared at me for a long time, as if trying to find some trace of anger or sadness in my expression.

Unfortunately for him, he found none.

...

As the day of my departure for the UK grew closer, I spent my time at home packing.

However, one particular set of design drafts was nowhere to be found.

These drafts held significant meaning for me—they were fragments left by my late mother, which I had expanded upon with my own ideas before the accident.

Panicking, I searched every corner of the house but couldn’t find them.

Just as I was about to text Jeremy to ask if he had taken them, a notification popped up on my phone:

"Brilliant Designer Branka Calvine Wins First Place at Design Competition."

I clicked on the article, and my breath hitched when I saw her name and her winning piece.

The design she submitted was the very one I was looking for.

At that moment, the sound of the front door opening reached my ears. Jeremy and Branka walked in hand in hand.

"You’re insane! All this over a stupid design draft?" she shrieked.

Then, picking up a nearby folder, she yanked out a stack of papers—the drafts I had been looking for.

"Here! Take them back if you want them!"

Her eyes glinted with malice as she tore the papers into shreds, scattering them onto the blood-stained floor.

I stared blankly at the pieces of paper mixing with the blood, my mind replaying my mother’s words.

"Vera, I know pursuing your dreams can be tough. If you ever find someone who loves you and whom you love, it’s okay to leave design behind and live a simple, happy life. All I want is for you to be happy."

But, Mom, I gave up my dream for someone I thought loved me.

And it turned out to be nothing but a cruel joke.

I realized the only time I was truly happy was when I was chasing my dream.

I sat there in silence for a long time before finally pulling out my phone.

Dialing the number for the UK, I spoke in a calm voice.

"Mr. Raphael, my visa has been approved. I’ll book the earliest available flight. Please arrange for someone to pick me up."