My Fiancé Lived With My Best Friend So I Left Chapter 02
I spent the night at an inn.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a call from the estate steward.
“Miss Rossi, the suitcases you sent are piled up at the entrance of the estate. People in the neighborhood have already complained. Please deal with them as soon as possible.”
When I came back this time, I had not planned to leave again.
I had packed up seven years’ worth of belongings and sent them here in advance.
Now my things had arrived.
But just like me, they no longer had a home.
I rushed to the estate through the rain.
There was nothing downstairs.
Bianca, wearing slippers, was about to head upstairs.
“Valentina, why are you only here now?”
“Those boxes were blocking the entrance. They were such a nuisance.”
She pointed toward the trash area.
“Damian said the two of you had already ended your engagement. Your things were all garbage, so I threw them away for you.”
My ears rang. I turned and ran toward the trash area.
The cardboard boxes were soaked soft. My belongings were scattered all over the ground, mixed into dirty rainwater.
I knelt down and finally found my little dog plush.
It had swollen from the rain, and one of its eyes had fallen off.
It was the first gift Damian had ever given me.
During those seven years, whenever he couldn’t come to me, it was the thing that stayed with me.
Last year, when I fractured a bone in a car accident, he had originally booked a flight to see me.
But Bianca sprained her ankle.
On the phone, he had only said hurriedly, “I’ll come see you after she’s better.”
I was in so much pain I couldn’t sleep. I could only hold that little dog until dawn.
I picked it up and held it to my chest. Then I saw the broken high heel beside it.
I had bought those shoes half a year ago.
That day, my plan had been deliberately deleted by someone, and I had hidden in the garden downstairs from the dock office, crying until I could barely breathe.
Damian’s phone would not connect. It was not until dawn that he finally called me back.
“What happened on your side this time?”
“Bianca had a fight with the person she was living with. I just brought her back to the estate.”
The next day, I went to a shop in the neighborhood and bought those heels.
I told myself, Valentina Rossi, stand steady.
If no one comes to take you back to the estate, then walk back yourself.
For seven years, I traveled between two cities and lived alone.
These things had kept me going until today.
Now, all of them had been thrown into the trash.
“Bianca, what right did you have to throw away my things?”
Damian’s voice came from behind me.
“Valentina, why are you yelling at her?”
He stood in front of Bianca, holding an umbrella over her.
“It’s just a few boxes of junk. So what if she threw them away?”
Bianca looked at me and burst into tears.
“I thought you didn’t want them anymore.”
Seeing the mess all over the ground, Damian’s expression darkened further.
But his inner voice slammed into me.
[Why are there so many boxes?]
[Wasn’t Valentina only coming back for a few days?]
[That little dog… she still kept it?]
His gaze fell on the plush dog in my arms.
But the words he spoke were still full of disgust.
“Our engagement is over, and you’re still sending your things to my home. If your things aren’t garbage, what are they?”
I held the little dog tightly and looked up at him.
“Damian, my things are not garbage.”
“You are.”
Rain blurred my vision. More and more people gathered to watch.
A few people from the neighborhood whispered among themselves.
“Aren’t those the young couple upstairs?”
“They’ve been living together for half a year, right? I often see them grocery shopping together.”
Someone looked at me, their voice full of contempt.
“Then who is she? An ex-girlfriend here to make trouble?”
“Don’t tell me she’s trying to ruin their marriage. Getting kicked out and then digging through trash? How ugly.”
My already numb heart twisted in pain again.
So they had been living together for half a year.
For those six months, they had bought groceries together, returned to the estate together, shared umbrellas together, and appeared to everyone in the neighborhood like a loving couple.
And I, who had been openly and honestly in love with him for seven years, had become the mistress making a scene.
