Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 58

I've never imagined my life could be like this. I can safely say that these have been the happiest days of my life. Even though we have not communicated to the world the nature of our relationship... we were a couple in love, completely happy. He loves me and I love him. My forever crush, the man of my dreams.

I've always been alone with my own problems, struggles and challenges, but with Ethan it's different. He is totally generous, even though I know he has his own problems, his work and his responsibilities. But… we are together, really together. He supports me, he helps me, he makes my life better.

Right now, we are in bed, our favorite place, it's late, and I'm very tired, but he can't sleep. He seems to be very busy with work, he is anxious and stressed these days. He doesn't explain to me what is going on, but I give him so space.

If he wants my help, he would tell me, but he seems too nervous. In the meanwhile I comfort him, he lies on my chest, close to my shoulder, while I can feel his soft breath.

He caresses my hair strand by strand, and my hands run down his neck and his bare back. He seems very comfortable; he loves lying on my chest like this, and I love having him so close.

"What are you thinking, baby?" he asks suddenly.

"Honestly? ... I'm thinking about your sister's wedding," I say, and he laughs.

"The wedding itself or... how we spent that night? I mean... what a night!"

"I have to say everything, but especially... that night," I confess, feeling his stomach vibrate with laughter.

"I totally understand... I must say I loved how that dress looked on you... from the first moment I saw it," he says.

"I also remember that day! You walked into my apartment like a madman, I have to say... I didn't understand what happened" I say.

"Yeah... that moment was hot. But no, no, before that... when you tried on the other version of the dress, when my sister tried her dress, you know… time ago" he confesses, and I turn to see his face.

No way!

"The dress fitting? I thought you hated it! I looked terrible!" I say in surprise, remembering his look and his comments. He looks at me strangely.

"Are you kidding? You looked fucking hot! Your breasts looked fabulous, and it showed off your curves...that ass...man," he says, closing his eyes and shakes his head as if remembering.

What? I can't believe he thought I looked sexy! I giggle, thinking for a moment about all the times I thought he didn't like me.

"That's so crazy"

"I swear! That dress was too tempting..." he whispers. Then we stay silent, and then he adds.

"Sometimes... don't you wish things were different? Like, take different choices?" he asks.

"If I have to be honest... I think about my past decision all the time. But I think... that our experiences and decisions, right or wrong... make us who we are today. It's like everything happens for a reason," I say. He doesn't answer as I run my fingers through his hair.

"But if you have a problem... how do you know you're making the right choice, Prissy?" he asks. I just stroke his face, his lips. I wonder what is going through his mind. Must be about work.

"Maybe we will never know if the choices we make are right. I would just follow what my heart tells me, what I think is right. I also try to do everything in my power. That way, at the end of the day, I'll at least be sure that I did everything I could... that I did my best," I tell him calmly. I feel him kiss my chest, sigh, and he lies back down on top of me, and we try to sleep.

I thought it was nothing, but days later, something happens at work. It's late, and I'm still in the office, looking for Ethan to see if he's around.

I send him a text message, but he doesn't answer; he seems disconnected for a long time. That's odd, that man is glued to his phone.

I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling.

I go to the conference rooms, but there's no sign of him anywhere. I look into Clark's office, but he's not there either. Something important must have happened, because it is unusual for him not to respond, he must be here.

He has been stressed for days, not sleeping or eating much. He just told me that there was an important change in the company he works for, without giving any details.

Most of the time, I don't know if my presence is helping him or distracting him. But I try to be supportive. As I walk through the office, I find the person I least want to see. She just has to be here at this moment.

"Don't tell me... you're looking for Ethan," Kate says, crossing her arms over her chest. God, I really don't want to talk to this woman right now.

"What I'm doing is not your business, Kate."

"Really? You work for me, so yeah... what you do is my problem" she replies.

"I don't work for you, I work with you! Please, stop this nonsense!"

"You are going to hear me whatever you want or not, silly girl! It turns out I was wrong...it really was impossible for you and Ethan to be together. I understand now," she says proudly, and then a mischievous smile begins to appear on her face, and finally she laughs.

"What?"

"I really thought you were with Ethan, and obviously I was wrong! You? A simple chubby girl? No fucking way!" I am shocked at her insults. What on earth?

"How could you attract him? Ethan is way out of your league. A hot guy like him only dates incredibly successful and beautiful women. And you are nobody!" she says, laughing.

"Enough of your jokes, Kate. I'm not here to play games," I reply, growing increasingly angry.

"What I mean to say, dear Priscilla, is... I saw Ethan leave the office with a tall, thin, sexy looking woman. He was very eager to go with her. Straight to his house! I mean, it's obvious they're dating," she says. I'm stunned, I didn't see this coming. She obviously notices my expression.

"My recommendation, dear, is: forget him... I know you like him, we all do, but... it is what it is. There are people who are not born for certain things, and you were certainly not born to be with a man like him. The good thing is that I won't say anything to Clark, because you don't have anything with Ethan," she says convinced, as if she's doing me a big favor.

“You know nothing!” I yell.

"Oh, but I know something…he won't even miss you. In a few days, Ethan will be on a plane as far away from you as possible," she says, and I'm so surprised that I can't help but ask.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean by what? Ethan leaving?" This horrible woman looks at me as if it is a big joke.

"What? Didn't he ever tell you he was leaving?" she practically yells at me and bursts out laughing.

"That's how important you are to him that he didn't tell you the most important news of his life! Well... I'll tell you: the company offered him a better position, practically his boss's position, but it's in Europe. Everyone knows! He told me days ago," she says, waiting for my reaction, but I remain silent, as if I had suddenly lost my breath.

Is he really leaving? And I don't know anything? He was... thinking of leaving just like that?

"You really didn't know... poor loser. You're...just a little trash in his shoes," she says, so close to me and with so much hate that I can see her beautiful eyes sparkle with mischief.

I can't take it anymore and walk out as fast as I can, feeling my heart break. I just want to go home and cry openly.

As I drive home, I replay the whole situation in my mind, Kate's face, her words, and I just can't believe everything that has happened.

Inevitably, her words echo through my mind and many things... make sense. Ethan was very nervous; he said it was something about work. Was it about moving to Europe? And I didn't know, I didn't even suspect.

The worst part is that even though a part of my head doubts if Kate's words are true, the truth is... I am completely sure, even though she is not a trustworthy person and has proven by all possible means, that she hates me. Something in me tells me it's true.

A new position, better than the one he has... he will surely take it. Ethan is very ambitious, intelligent and good at what he does. What will happen to us?

She also said that he was with a woman... and that they were going to his home. Who is she? Without hesitation, I abruptly changed my route and went straight to his apartment.

Like a house of cards falling down, all my ideas, my feelings, everything I thought about him comes crashing down. And with it all my beliefs and hopes.

He's going to leave, and he didn't tell me, and what's worse, he didn't even think of me, which means he doesn't care about me. He didn't care about our history together, our kisses, the things we said to each other, his confessions. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

What did he want with me? I guess he didn't just love me for my looks. My God... he could have any woman he wanted, models, supermodels... I'm the most ordinary woman.

Maybe that is what he wanted: a woman totally at his mercy, in love, at his feet, doing what he wants. A pet, a toy to play with. After all, who wouldn't want to be with him? I'm sure he knows I've loved him for years, and he's taking advantage of that.

Surely he was tired of having successful and beautiful women; maybe now he wanted to try any girl, a simple woman without big goals like his, and adapt her to his desires.

Part of me doesn't believe he could be like that; he never gave any indication that he was trying to control or manipulate me. But he didn't have to: I committed myself to him, to love him, to be available to him, and to accept whatever he proposed.

My instincts were right! From the first moment, they urged me to run away! Always alone, always running away, because I was a coward, because I only trusted myself, and I came to fall like this... so low. So in love, so enraptured and foolish for him.

I was right not to trust rich, handsome guys like Ethan who think they're above everyone else. That... that's it. We never had a chance. Just as my mind goes down this winding, self-pitying road, I arrive at his home.

I don't even have to go to his apartment, because I see him in the distance, near his car, in the parking lot, talking to... my sister.

My sister?

Caroline?

It seems to be a heated argument. I park far away and walk quietly; they have their backs turned and don't hear me. I stand behind a car and hear them shouting...especially him.

What I hear stops my heart. I never thought this could happen, so much cruelty, so much pain in just one moment.