Love like an abyss

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Angela's P o v

Growing up I've always thought that I was an ugly one amongst my peers. At a very young age my friends started having boyfriends. Kayla even had two boyfriends in sophomore year and they didn't know.

But someone snitched at the end of the year and sadly she had to leave the both of them.

But before we resumed senior year she was already hooking up with a different guy.

I always wondered why I was so different. Not until Kian came along.

Most times, over the years I never really cared about getting a boyfriend because I was deeply in love with Kian.

Kian had been dating Chelsea, a very rude and pompous cheerleader since freshman year. They were the perfect couple. But I still loved him though.

They broke up at the end of sophomore year and when we resumed senior year, I got to know that Kian was in fact in love with me too.

It's like a dream come true right? Yes, we started dating. God I love him so much. What's even crazier was that he loved me more than I loved him.

Once we graduated, we practically had our future planned in front of us. I was seventeen and so young. We made all the plans and even went to the same university.

At some point, Chelsea came back because their parents wanted them to get married but Kian rejected her. For me.

After graduation it was finally time for us to get married. I was excited.

But everything soon turned into a dark cloud when as I stood at the altar with him, he suddenly turned around and gave my wedding ring to my cousin, Laurel instead.

And that night they eloped together. I was devastated. He found my cousin to be more worthy of his love than me?

I nearly ran mad that night as pain dealt with me in ways most imaginable. The one thing I had looked forward to all my life was shattered and the man I thought loved me as I loved him chose my cousin over me.

Brian Rocha, the company's new manager steps onto the aisle with a ring to my face as he says "Angela, I have always loved you since the day I set eyes on you. Please would you allow me to marry you?"

I felt ashamed all together . This was too humiliating. Brian was a good looking and sophisticated looking man but right now I am hurting. So I respectfully declined and left the altar, that day marking the worst day of my life.

But Brian never stopped. He kept chasing me and even showed up on my birthday bearing gifts. On my second birthday after meeting him, Brian came with Noah Michael, the seventy two years old president of the NASHVILLE COMPANIES (the biggest company belonging to my eloped boyfriend's family) to my birthday.

After this I became the talk and envy of every girl in town. Those who didn't know me were curious, wanting to see who I was to make Brian honor me like that

After four years of pursuing and courting me, I finally gave in and married him.

The day of our wedding was Thanksgiving so the party was hosted at Brian's family's house. I was casually walking past the kitchen when I overheard Brian and his friend having a conversation.

"Brian, I think it's totally reckless of you spending this amount of money into a loveless marriage, on a woman you don't and can never love. Need I remind you that you're only marrying her because she's the ex of the man who eloped with your woman? We all know you're using Angela as back up so the company doesn't know that you still have something to do with Laurel."

Brian chuckles a reply "I love Laurel and will do anything for her. If this makes her happy then I will support her completely. She only left me for Kian because I was nothing to her. She will return to me, I know this."

I can't believe this. I thought he was marrying me because he loved me. All this trouble just to get close to Laurel and feel happy though me?

"I'm trusting you with this. Don't let the company or Angela's family know okay?" Brian's confident voice warns courtly.

"Of course not." His friend replied arrogantly.

I turn around and head for the door, my heart heavy. I cannot believe this. Tomorrow is supposed to be our wedding.

I basically live here with Brian. I moved in with him last year. Where am I gonna go?

I don't know when I reached outside, the cold night air sending chills all over my body.

I felt utterly used and fooled. I don't even realize I started crying till my vision is blurry and I'm furiously wiping at my eyes.

I don't hear the door open, nor did I hear the footsteps until Brian's arms are fondling me from behind.

"Babe you're so cold, what are you doing out here? Come on, let's get you inside."

With his arms around me protectively, he led me back and helped me on the couch, pulling a duvet over my body. His friends bade us goodbye and left.

As I watched Brian, I felt a furious anger but I'm so overwhelmed to even say anything.

His friends had smiled at me as they walked out. They always do that. And I'd thought they were always just impressed by how good Brian treated me. But in reality, they were always laughing at me.

I've been made a fool of. Even up till my wedding.

.

All I ever did was love him with all my heart. I would always come running when he's sick and feel so bad for him, and take care of him. Because a part of me started opening up to him and loving him. But this is how he pays me?

That might have made up my mind to disappear forever.

After Kian left me at the altar the only reason why I'm still here is because the company's president had actually reached out to me personally before to join his company and render my talent in marketing.

I never had a reason to stay, now I have more to leave.

"Are you still cold?" His tender voice brings me back from my thoughts.

Angela's P o v

As I remained on the couch with the duvet tucked around me, Brian made me a soup which I rejected, offering it to him instead.

Puzzled, he obeys.

As I continued to watch him, I just couldn't get all the chaotic thoughts out of my head. How could he do this to me when we are just a few hours from getting married?

"Can we go to bed , Brian? I'm better now and it's getting pretty late." I ask him as politely as possible.

"Of course honey. Come on." He helps me off the couch and off to our room. He tucks me under that duvet on the bed and slides in next to me, pulling me close to his arms and cuddling me after kissing passionately.

I can't believe I fell for all of this which blinded me from seeing who he truly is, what he's really doing.

After a while I noticed his phone screen come to life as a message came up. Curiously, I got off the bed and took the phone. I noticed Brian was already fast asleep before I looked into the phone.

A message has popped up on the screen but because it is locked, I cannot see the content so I gently walk into the bathroom and lock myself in.

I put the password, but it didnt work. The password Brian set for his phone had always been either my birthday or his. I flipped the phone over, inspecting the back, but there was no sign of the dent I had left on his usual phone. This wasnt the one he normally used.

Since neither my birthday nor his work, I tried another combination. Maybe he had set it to our engagement day, but that turned out to be incorrect as well. I sat frozen in frustration, unsure of what to do next.

Then, Laurels name suddenly crossed my mind. I started testing a series of dates tied to her birthday. After several failed attempts, the phone finally unlocked. Unconsciously, I smileda mix of pride and sadness washing over me. It seemed this was the phone he used to communicate with Laurel.

Unfortunately the notification which had called my attention was just a system notification but curiosity had gotten the better of me so I went into the call log. Apparently he Brian has been talking to a contact saved as plainly Laurel for so long.

I felt my heart shattering when I entered the message box to find all the conversations they have both been having for a very long time since Brian and I got together. They were even discussing my wedding,

He even told her that he was only dating me so that the company and families would see him with someone and not suspect their relationship.

They were even making plans of traveling out of the country for a vacation together.

Apparently, they have been traveling around the world together for a long time now. He even told her about the times we had misunderstandings and fought as a couple, always reminding her of how he didn't love me.

And they still had plans of having a vacation together immediately after my wedding to Brian.

They discussed my wedding like it was Laurel's business more than it was mine.

My heart broke even further when I saw all of their sex chats and all the pictures and videos they exchanged. All of Brian's dick pictures and naked and masturbating videos of Laurel.

I had to stop reading before I threw up and if I continued further I would lose my sanity.

Just as I'm about to leave, I noticed a file just at the bottom of the chat. I curiously opened it to find out it was a will.

Apparently he has given all of her wealth to her if he dies in the future. All of his properties to her and the child he is planning to have with her.

Not a single page with my name on it. This is where I got lost, staring soullessly at the screen.

The screen dimmed after being idle for too long and in the sudden reflection, I saw my own lifeless eyes and rear streaked, reddened nose staring back at me. I was a renowned financial planner, celebrated in my field. Yet here I was, blindsided by a truth that should have been obvious.

I also saw the image of the ring he sent to her that he promised to give to her. My heart sank as I recognized it. That was the same ring I'd chosen the day we went to get my engagement ring.

Brian had discarded it, saying "my beautiful wife deserves something prettier and more luxurious."

The attendant had blushed with a smile, thinking how lucky I was to have such a gentleman.

But it was all a lie. Even though I loved that ring so much, to make him happy I had to pick another.

I didn't know he was saving it for Laurel.

I spent the next twenty minutes crying my heart out in the bathroom before walking back and putting the phone back on the nightstand.

Tomorrow I will be gone.

I picked up my phone and scrolled down to John's invitation. I'd left him to read because I wasn't sure if I wanted to go with him. But now I'm sure more than ever. So I accepted and he replied that he would be expecting me tomorrow.

The following morning I woke up to an empty bed.

When the maid walked in with a tray of food she said "Good morning Miss Duncan, Mr. Rocha had to travel urgently for a business meeting. He also asked me to inform you that the wedding had been postponed by two days."

Without looking at her and with the little to no interest, I just nodded.

He couldn't tell me by himself. My wedding has just been postponed by two days and this was the best he could do.

Two days. He wouldnt find me by then. By the time he returned, I would be gone. Vanished from his world forever.

Angela's P o v

Exhaustion seared through me and I held my head and quietly winced in pain. All that crying from last night has managed to give me a terrible migraine.

"Just leave it there." I tell the maid and she obeys.

I scoff bitterly. Brian must still think I have no idea what he's doing. I'd seen on their chats yesterday about having a date with Laurel and she had made it a big deal for him to come.

That's why he postponed our wedding. He shifted our wedding which is supposed to be the most important thing to him right now just to go and meet with Laurel for a mere date.

I picked up my phone and searched Laurel's Facebook page and the first picture I saw that she updated on her page was of her wearing a bikini and fishing on a yacht. The next slide was of her standing and watching the water, a man's hand around her neck.

My heart sank instantly as I recognized the hand, before I even noticed the wrist watch he wore was the exact one I got Brian for his birthday last year.

A dull ache spread through my chest, sharp and relentless. So, the reason Brian postponed our wedding wasnt because of work. It was to accompany the woman he truly cherished on a fishing trip.

Later in the day, Brian returns home and to my surprise Laurel is with him.

"Hi cousin! It's so nice to see you!" Laurel bursts through the room, like everything was alright. The enthusiasm in her voice was believable but I could sense the insincerity more in them. "How are you, Angela? I was planning to drop by and say hi to your u but bumped into your finance at the lawn and he walked in together. Hope you don't mind."

The way she pressed on dont mind was a deliberate dig.

"I don't mind, Laurel." I rely firmly before turning away.

Why would I be mad? She's someone Brian loves more than me, if he even loved me at all. She's someone whom Brian cancelled our wedding for, whom he just went on a date with.

I guess they all think I don't know this.

I excused myself and went into my room to gather some clothes into my travel box.

John had invited me to Seattle to help him with a marketing gig which he assured me o would be forty percent of the money if it worked out. I'd been skeptical about accepting his offer because I already worked for this family's company.

Now I have nothing to lose and everything to gain if it works out right.

I didn't know Brian had walked in after me until his hand came around me from behind, revealing a shimmering pendant he's hooking around my neck.

"What is this?" I ask him interestedly.

"Beautiful right? I'm going to the company's thanksgiving after party. Come with me."

"I'm sorry, I can't. " I reply sternly before moving away from him and zipping up the box.

Brian holds the box in an attempt to stop me from walking out.

"Come on, Angela. Clearly nothing could be more important than going to our company's party. You know the people who would be there."

I watched him, thoughts steering through me. Clearly, going off to see Laurel was more important than our wedding to him. Has he even cared to mention that to me or even explain further why he had to call off our wedding since he arrived?

"I'm sorry, this is important to me too." I reply sternly.

"Come on, you know everyone's gonna be there. And you don't expect your fiance to go there with another woman in his arms, do you?."

I gave it a thought. This would be a chance for me to say goodbye to the people I worked with at the company. Once I leave to join John in Seattle I would not be coming back ever again. So maybe this was a good thing.

"Okay." I replied.

Brian calls a make up artist and stylist to fix me up. After getting dressed in a shimmering teal bustier gown that overflowed on the ground behind me, I walked down the stairs. I emerged in a floor length, couture gown with an elegant train, the ruby necklace resting against my collarbone. When Brian saw me, his eyes lit up as he opened the car door. You look beautiful! But his compliments didn't mean anything to me anymore.

"You're so beautiful." He says as he takes my hand.

I just nod at him before walking out together to his parked car outside.

Brian held the door for me but before I could sit inside, Laurel pushed past me, holding the hem of her dress dramatically high, her face upturned as she chuckled sheepishly.

"Ugh, my dress is too big for a small car, Angie, can we switch places and I take the other car instead?"

The audacity.

The ruby necklace she wore far larger and more radiant than mine caught the sunlight, sending dazzling reflections that felt almost mocking. I glanced at my own necklace, its delicate chain and modest pendant suddenly looking like a trinket from a clearance sale. My dress is big as well, I reply irritatedly.

Laurel pouts her lips dramatically, her hands still agitatedly holding on to the hem of her dress "but I have phobia for closed spaces and I will hyperventilate inside a smaller car," she whines "why can't you just let me take this car."

I opened my mouth to give her the reply she was asking for but Brian's shocking statement holds me back.

"Darling, why don't you just allow Laurel. She's our guest, remember?"

My mouth remains agape as the words hit my ears. He even let out an exasperated sigh as if he didn't understand why I would drag on this for so long.

Angela's P o v

She pouted, her lips trembling slightly as she looked at Brian with feigned innocence like I had said something that hurt her deeply.

Brian gave me a doting smile, but his hand moved behind his back to reassure her. I watched their interaction in silence, a cold laugh echoing in my mind. Did he not realize how obvious it was? What was he doing?

Brian gently reached for my hand, his tone laced with that all -too- familiar coaxing.

Come on, honey. Its just a seat. Let her have it. After all, shes your cousin. Switch with her, okay? His voice was laced with tenderness, his eyes filled with an affection that seemed reserved for me. Yet his words defended another woman. I gave him a faint smile, lifting my gown as I walked toward the car in the back.

Very well. I said coolly. At least this way, I wouldnt have to endure the sight of him pretending anymore.

The banquet hall buzzed with conversation as people milled about in their finest attire. As Brian's fiance, I had a lot of the guests meeting me for toasts and discussions all which I engaged in with feigned smiles and happiness.

The party was a hive of activity, its vast expanse buzzing with a sense of anticipation and excitement. A great number of staff members weaved through the crowd, holding glasses of Champagne. The clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter.

At the center of the room, a grand stage commanded attention, its crimson curtains held back by golden ropes. A shimmering chandelier hung overhead, casting a warm, inviting glow over the proceedings. Large round tables were scattered throughout the space, their surfaces adorned with crisp white linens, glittering silverware, and elegant centerpieces of fresh flowers.

As guests arrived, they were greeted by hosts in formal attire, their smiles warm and welcoming. The sound of a string quartet drifted through the hall, their melodies adding a touch of sophistication to the already lavish atmosphere. Yet I could not feel the warmness in this room.

A sea of people filled the room, their voices rising and falling in a melodic cacophony. Dressed in their finest evening wear, they chatted, laughed, and exchanged greetings, the sense of camaraderie and excitement palpable in the air as the hour grew closer to the start of the award ceremony.

I looked to see Laurel was already holding a glass of red wine, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she approached me.

Oh, Angie, she said with a mocking lilt, how could you be so sloppy? Look at your dress. Its all wrinkled. Couldnt you have at least ironed it before wearing it?

I ignored her, turning toward the dessert table to pick out a small cupcake. I hadnt had breakfast and my stomach was growling. At this point, satisfying my hunger was far more important than engaging with her nonsense. But Laurel wasnt done. She followed me,

Do you think Im just going to steal your man? Her tone dripped with smug satisfaction. I took a bite of the cupcake, glancing at her with mild curiosity. Her lips curled into a sly smile. Stay and watch. Its just the beginning. The host took the stage moments later,

"Look, I don't know why you're here... After what happened with Kian, I really don't give a damn about no man. So you can do whatever you want but leave me out of it."

She chuckled and sipped her drink. "Oh... Angie... Poor Angie. Your plight has just begun but better for you if you are sincere about what you say." She says before walking away.

I felt my chest burning and the pain increasing. The master of ceremony went up the stage and began to speak.

Through out the speech that was delivered, I had my ear else where until it was finally time to give the awards for Outstanding Performance. Laurels name was called.

Laurel stood gracefully on stage, her lively demeanor engaging Brian with a knowing look. The eyes of everyone in the room shifted between the three of us. I could feel pity as their gaze landed on me. On the screen, Laurels track record began to roll through, showcasing her accomplishments. A client named Mr. Kumar, whose asset management returns had exceeded 20%, was hailed as a miracle in the industry. The crowd gasped in admiration. She is so amazing!

The last person to be this impressive was Mr. Rochas fiance, the legendary Miss Duncan! You call that a legend? Her best was only 15%, while Laurels hit 20%. Now, thats a legend.

The people continued to clap but I remained glued to where I stood completely drenched in disbelief. She may have stolen my man, but I didnt care. Because any man who could be stolen wasnt worth having! But stealing the achievements I had worked so hard for? That, I couldnt tolerate. Anger surged through me as I stormed up to the stage, grabbing the microphone from the startled host.

Breaking industry records with a 20% return rate? Im sure the audience would love to hear how you did it, Laurel, especially since I have never seen you in office ever before. I said, my voice steady but icy.

Laurel froze, caught off guard by my direct challenge. Everyone else went quiet and watched on at the allegation that I was cooking.