Chapter 3 Heart broken

Clinton Fredrickson, you are the best of men. You shouldn’t be categorized, you are love and peace. And yes, I Cecilia would be your wife and mother to our unborn kids.

There was a loud uproar from the crowd, the biggest eligible bachelor was off the market.

Clinton slipped the ring with inscription Cecilia on it, into her pretty fingers and embraced her. His shirt was soaked in no time, her tears were streaming endlessly. He didn’t mind his shirt, ‘I feel your pain and I’m here to share in it' he let out. She peeked at him and engaged him in a hot kiss.

A resounding round of applause from the crown filled the air, Mr. Fredrickson was mad at his son for putting him in the middle of all this. I thought my son shared everything with me so he had secrets. All the same he was the happiest man in the party, apart from his son though.

Clinton had given him the impression that he didn’t care to get married, so his pleased at turn out of event.

Amira, Chris (Mrs. Cynthia last born and only boy) and Mrs. Cynthia jumped in jubilation. ‘This has to be the best thing I’m witnessing this year' Mrs. Cynthia revealed.

Amira texted her boyfriend, ‘my brother just proposed to his girlfriend, I’m so happy'

‘Okay', he texted back.

‘Okay?’ Amira was so surprised at his reply.

‘Oh, congratulations. I’m happy for him too. I can’t wait to do same soonest'

‘I can’t wait too, she texted. She suspected something was wrong, he has been indifferent since she left. Was he missing her? If he was he could just say rather than sulking.

She didn’t want anything to spoil her mood tonight so she shrugged it off.

People went to their respective room reservation to rest after congratulating the couple to be.

A few of them who wanted to pair their daughter with Clinton wore long faces.

Sunrise the next day was earlier than usual, the guests were grateful it wasn’t a work day and rested.

Tired Amira used the opportunity to pack up her things to the Fredrickson's Mansion, she took someone staffs along and they did the most work. Amira just sat at a corner and gave order to everything that was done from there.

She couldn’t get across to her boyfriend and that worried her a lot.

She decided to take a long rest and go for sight seeing the next day.

She took up her phone when she got home and chose to browse across the Internet but it was full of reports from last night occasion, she slept off as soon as her back touched the bed.

Cecilia had a delivery to do the next day, she woke up early pecked Clinton hoping that she doesn’t disturb his rest. Fortunately, he was too busy enjoying his sleep to be woken by a peck.

She took her bath and headed straight to her own little empire.

Clinton woke up and found out that Cecilia had left, he saw a note and his heart skipped. That was exactly how one of his exes left, they had had a good time but she was no where to be found in the morning, she dropped a note appreciating him for his financial assistance and that she dated him because she needed to complete the money for the kind of wedding wanted with her fiancé and even dropped an invitation card inviting him to the wedding that was going to take place in three days. His heart shattered into unamendable piece, so he had thought but Cecilia mended it.

He picked the note that read ‘My love, I hope you had the nicest of night because mine was beautiful with you next to me. Work calls but I promise to be back before you know it *love emoji*.

Who works after that long night they had yesterday? Of course, Cecilia.

He dashed into the John, he was going to join her at work today.

Amira felt less tired when she woke, she heard her dad was still resting. Poor old man, she commented.

Her brother hurried out muttering something like he was going to meet Cecilia, those lovers seem to be shoving their love in her face.

She went to the dinning to have lunch and headed back to the family sitting room.

Mr. Frederickson came out all dressed up.

Dad, are you leaving too? Amira asked him moving closer to adjust his shirt.

I have an appointment with the head of all department, I won’t take long though. He responded.

So I will be home alone, Amira said feeling lonely.

Mr. Frederickson placed a soft kiss on her forehead and reassured her that he was soon going to be back.

She grabbed her phone from the table beside her and decided to go online believing that the news from last night would have died down a little, she was right.

She scroll down her news feed again and again then a message dropped ‘Check his timeline', it was a message from a friend of her whom she complained to about the recent change in attitude she noticed in her boyfriend . She hastily searched for her boyfriend username but she couldn’t find it. ‘ I don’t seem to find it' she reported.

‘He has certainly blocked you'

‘Block me, why should he?’

‘Is anyone at home?’

‘The house staffs are and I’m seated in the sitting room, why do you ask? And how's that related to what we were saying'

‘It would be obvious when I send some pictures'

‘What pictures?’

‘The attached photos, your boyfriend got married few hours ago'

Amira found it so hard to process the message until she saw the pictures.

Her blood rushed to her brain, she felt winded as her eyes filled with tears. Her fingers curled tightly around her phone and her knuckles became white from clenching her fist too hard.

She gritted her teeth in an effort to contain herself. She exuded so much animosity that it was like slicing, very venomous. Her face became red from tears that she couldn’t let out.

She ran to her room, she couldn’t let the staff see her in that state.

She cuddled on the floor, curling her knee in her hands and resting her head on her arms, where did she go wrong in loving him? Why did he had to hurt her this bad? Wasn’t it enough that he lied about having a kid out of wedlock when she inquired? With all the sacrifices she made for him, not that she meant to brag but he might not have been where he was today if not for but what did he use to pay her? So he cheated and lied all through her relationship with him, she deceived him.

The muscles of her chin trembled like that of a small child and her tears burst forth more like water from an embankment, spilling down on her cheeks.

She stopped crying and began a desolate sobbing, which made her feel as though she was drained of all hope. She sank her knees in front of her beside where she kept her late mom's photo, not worrying about the scratch her knee received from a sharp side of the bed.

Her tears dropped on her dress and her gasping echoed around her room, she picked her mother’s photo and ran out to the balcony of her room. It had started raining heavily as the water and wind inside the balcony making her wet. It was chilly and her tears mingled with the rain, she was in pains and it flowed from her in the rain.

She held her mother’s photo near her chest and clenched the first of the other hand so tightly that sweat soon got trapped inside. She couldn’t tell why she was holding to her mother's picture but it wasn't premeditated though.

She sank to her knees in the balcony not caring about the cold marble that made her skin blotch.

She heard car packed and peeped through the balcony, it was her dad.

Hurriedly, she wiped her tears and ran downstairs to meet him. As soon as he opened the door, Amira threw herself on him and said ‘Dad!’ she hugged him so tight and started crying once again, this time she didn’t mind the presence of staffs.

He pet her, softly stroking her hair liked he had always done, this is one thing Amira had always loved. He wasn't sure she would still liked it and even though he didn’t know what could have hurt her this much but he saw that she was in so much pains.

Whatever her dad was doing with his hands on her hair helped ease her pain, he directed her to her room and stroked her hair till she slept off.

He was certain she would feel better when she woke. He told one of the staff to place her eyes on his daughter and make her some coffee when she gets up, her father retired to bed.