Unrequited Love: Fate Worst Then Death

3. Shattered

Time from the start...

My life, like every other girl's, was perfect. I was living a dream from which I would have to awaken someday.

This is my story, and my name is Selena Angelica Kimberley.

My parents were attempting to establish a job and a future for themselves when I was born. They had no children for over a decade. As a result, my birth was their newfound delight.

My father Ryan settled for a good-paying job when I was born. He began investing in several businesses and profited.

He used to refer to me as his "lucky charm." My Mom Candice, on the other hand, committed her entire life to God, while also loving parenthood and fulfilling the role of an ideal wife.

But, as they say, money comes at a high cost, and so it was. With his newfound wealth, my father began having relationships with other women, cheating on my mother, and engaging in adultery.

He clearly loved us and intended to give us with daily food, but when my mother was busy, he cheated on her.

I recall how upset she was when she learned of my father's actions. She would cry herself to sleep every night beside me, wondering why she was never enough, what traits she lacked as a woman that forced her husband to seek consolation elsewhere.

I wasn't aware of how chaotic my life was until I was fifteen. As a child, I would observe them argue and thought it was usual for a couple to quarrel.

I was only three years old, yet I was extremely advanced for my age. I had my doubts and was well prepared, and if I find myself in the situation, I should be prepared to accept reality.

But no amount of planning was ever sufficient. I was crushed when reality hit me across the face. It ripped my spirit to shreds.

Never did it occur to me that the joyful family picture I had been projecting up until now was a ruse. The fairytale I was living in was a fabrication.

Mom wanted justice for herself, so she challenged him several times, but it was ineffective. Dad generally disputed it, claiming it was a little issue and that the rumors were nothing more than that. We must not linger on them.

But no one can keep the truth hidden for long. My father loved his family with everything he had, but he couldn't get away from the grips of those devious ladies who threw themselves at my father's money.

He tried, we know. He attempted everything he could to turn back time and return to us, and we witnessed it.

But fate had other intentions. No amount of love could ever bring him back to us.

He finally stated that cheating on us was never his aim, but things occurred, and he became the beast he is now. He pleaded guilty after fifteen years of doing the deed.

Mom understood that her misgivings and confrontations had been genuine all along. She was heartbroken and wanted to abandon her father.

We had packed our belongings and were about to depart when dad threw himself on our feet and begged us not to leave him.

We were adamant about leaving him, and he was adamant about not letting us go. He took out a legal gun from a cabinet and told us that if we left him, he'd pull the trigger and murder himself, and that his existence had no meaning without us.

He was sobbing all the time. With self-hatred, rage, and guilt written all over his face, we opted to stay despite many argument and requests. 

Our house, It was a gothic-style villa with black walls, five bedrooms, and a lush lawn. Everything about it screamed wealth. it lacked nothing. There was no sense of quiet or peace.

Tough dad lavished life and love on his family, but he couldn't stop seeing other women. Yes, we were aware of it, but there was nothing we could do about it.

We gave up and began to leave life on autopilot, accepting our fates and forgetting what had happened. Mom would say it's our fate, and she wouldn't be able to care for me without Dad's financial assistance.

Mom began seeking solace in the prayers and woships. she would lash out at times, calling me a disgrace, a burden, and all the horrible events that occurred in her life after my birth.

I would accept all of her remarks, never taking them seriously, believing that she is distressed and that striking out at me will bring her peace of mind. Yes, she loved me, but everything she said would go through my head.

I attempted to disregard wicked thoughts, but it hurt me at times, breaking my spirit. I know I was a shambles in my mother's life. Normally, I would wonder how I could bear all of this misery.

Mom would treat other children, such as orphans, as if they were her own. Everyone would say I was fortunate to have such a supportive mother. They had no idea how deeply I needed my parents' affection.

They would love me, but not more than other children. Deep down, they were convinced that I was the source of their pain.

Did I mention that my parents married for love, but that love was never enough to sustain life? Mom would think that one day, Dad will find his way back to us. But I doubt it, because life is just too terrible for that.

I never believed in love after that, and it's just a person who is attracted to the physical characteristics of others and believes it's love. After a while, they lose interest in a person, and the seemingly endless love tale comes to an end.

That day, I promised myself that I would never fall in love, and that I would never let anyone into the space I have created for myself.

Since then, I've stood in front of the mirror and told myself that love is only a chemical reaction in our brain. Those mythical romances, if they exist at all, were never for me.

I know deep down that no man will ever fall in love with me. If he does, it will only be for the sake of my physical attractiveness or my father's fortune. Nobody can adore the person I am on the inside because I am a shattered soul beyond repair.