A help? Why didn't I ask for a billion dollar?
I regretted the moment I asked God for the bad situation to occur.
My body went rigid, as I whispered out, "Don't even think about it, Josh." My gaze hardened recalling those moments when he ignored my existence and the last straw as to find him with that woman.
"But let me explain my idea for once.." He tried to persuade me but I was done being the scapegoat everyone could use for their benefit. I folded my hands and straightly rejected his offer.
"I am sorry." I pointed out towards the exit, "but I think you should leave. Please." My voice softened at the last word feeling a little bad for venting it all out on him.
Josh sighed, but nodded, "You are right, Miss Elena. It's not your mess to clean." I sighed in relief as I thanked him for undertanding.
With this, he walked out of the apartment. The moment he stepped out, I slumpped down on the couch not able to think clearly.
Caroline gave me that look as she asked, "What just happened?" I shook my head not having any answer to her question. She sat beside me, "So, what will you do now? Will you help him?"
Maybe.
"I don't know. The whole situation is looking absurd to me." She too agreed with me and we sat there in silence but it only increased the noise going inside of me.
Should I help him? The question became unsettling for me. Two weeks prior, I found him with a woman, and he did not even show any remorse or guilt. He acted like a cold-hearted celebrity husband of mine, like always.
But he was not always like this. Before he went to New York for his higher studies, we were inseparable. We liked each other's company. At least that's what I thought, but after he came back, it felt as if that sweet and caring person never existed.
At first, I thought he would adjust to time, but it was the other way around. His words became assertive, hollow, and cold, and so did his entire persona.
Still, neglecting those red flags I married him and tried to mend things with him for the better but boy was I wrong. My pushover behaviour and his cold attitude lead to this day. Now, I was here weighing whether to help him or keep it to myself.
The morning turned to evening, and I was still contemplating while I did the house chores. Since it was a weekend, Caroline and I decided to get groceries. Maybe going out would clear out my head.
Walking into the supermarket, I retrieved the list and soon started to get the things. The store was down as it was still early for the peak time. We took our good time deciding what to buy when someone called me out from behind, "Are you Elena?"
I turned to see one of the staff. "Yes?" I asked, trying to recall if we had met in the past, when she revealed, pointing towards the exit, "There's someone who is calling for you?"
My brows knitted together as I moved my focus to the outside. It was a car, and the shades were up, so I could not see the person. I again looked at her, "Are you sure they are asking for me?"
Her expression also seemed to be confused and worried but she nodded as she replied, "Yeah, he specifically pointed towards you." She stopped for a moment before she continued, "If you don't feel comfortable, I could ask for the security to remove them." She suggested, her concern growing.
I looked at Caroline, who was busy choosing between the new scented candles, then thought for a moment. The car seemed to be familiar, so it was not a stranger, yet I was not sure whether to go or not.
There will be no harm in talking as we are in a public space. So, if something goes wrong, I could ask for help.
The thought made me feel at ease as I nodded at the staff, "Thank you for your concern, but I will handle it from here."
The girl nodded as she walked towards the counter, and I walked towards the exit after informing Caroline. She also suggested that she would come with me, which seemed not bad, so we both stepped out of the store.
When the distance between us and the car got almost a foot, the tinted glass slowly moved down, revealing the face. It was an old man dressed up in a comfortable shirt and trousers, but his serious face made him seem a person with great experience.
His white hair was combed back as he pushed up his glasses. "Ele, if you don't mind, I want to talk to you." His gruff voice set a shiver, leaving goosebumps spreading all over my body.
My mouth hung open as I realized the man sitting in that car. "Grandpa Albert."
His name almost came out as a question. Albert Morris. The seedling that grew out the Big Star Agency throughout the country.
After him, Walter Morris, Dave's father, then took over the agency and spread it all out worldwide.
Everyone expected the same from Dave, following in the footsteps of his grandfather and father, but he did not want that.
Instead of working behind the camera, he loved to work in front of the camera.
Everyone was happy for his newly discovered talent, even his grandfather somehow came along, but that was not the same case with his father.
Walter even threatened to disown him, but nothing stopped Dave from achieving his goal. At last, Albert stepped in, clearing the air.
He put the condition that if he wanted to continue his career, then he would have to marry the girl they would choose and give them an heir.
At first, he denied, of course, but then, seeing his father also accepted Albert's decision, he could not help but agree to their terms. And after a few years, they revealed the bride. Me.
At that time, I did not know about this condition thing, and it might also be the reason that Dave acted aloof with me, as I was not his choice but his family's choice.
I did not blame him for that, but now that Albert was here, it was sure that things were about to change.
And for sure, it wouldn't be for the better. At least, for me.