Frustrated Lover [Rewritten]

Chapter 08 | Isabel's Engagement Party

Author's Note: Oh God, I'm sorry. This is the chapter supposed to be up yesterday. Thanks @Nartea1!

FRUSTRATED LOVER 

CHAPTER EIGHT: Isabel’s Engagement Party 

Alvin Harry Schemer 

8 March 2010 (Monday) 

Alvin, I’m getting engaged, made me the most bitter man in the world. 

I thought she wanted me back, but I was so wrong. She was just toying with me, knowing that I was still hopelessly in love her. 

But despite those convincing thoughts, I felt nothing but numbness… numbness from too much pain, because after all, I was still hoping that we’ll still be together. I was a hopeless dreamer, thinking that in the end, we would get over these obstacles. 

I arched an eyebrow and told her indifferently, “Is that so?” 

She smiled widely. “I thought I was still in love with you, but I found someone else I would be happy with.” 

“Hm. Good for you, then,” I mustered a smile and tasted the soup. Well, it tasted heavenly. 

“Don’t you have plans of getting married again?” she asked me. “It’s been eight years since we have divorced.” 

“No,” I replied shortly. 

She frowned, “Eh? Didn’t you miss married life?” 

So much… with you. “No, I did not. I was actually glad I only have one commitment. Frankly, it saved me a lot of drama and headache.” 

“Hey, please invite my engagement party, okay? I really want to introduce you to my fiancé,” she looked at me seriously. “Or else, my men will have to drag you to the party.” 

I nodded, “Okay. Does Aaron know?” 

She slowly nodded, “I already told him a week ago, and he’s happy.” 

That night, I was on the balcony, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. I gulped the contents of my glass on another hand. 

She’s getting married to someone else. Those thoughts enveloped my mind completely, and I was totally sick of it. 

I looked at the garden below and saw the plants. It was my solace to look from above. 

I wanted to meet the man she would marry. I would talk to him and tell him to take care of her, because that’s what I’ve wanted to do to her for the past eight years, but I can’t. 

“Daddy?” 

I looked at Aaron with my eyes beginning to droop. “Yes?” 

“Did Mommy already tell you she’s getting married?” he inquired with a frown. 

I nodded with a serious face. “We’ll attend her engagement party next week. March 15th.” 

“But that’s our birthday,” he scratched his head. 

“I know. It’s ironic. Anyways, did you open your gift?” 

“Nope. I’m opening it on March 15, so that I will have many gifts.” 

I sighed, “Okay. Go to sleep.” 

“Daddy, I don’t want Mommy to get married to other boy. I only want you.”