Chapter 64: Chapter 64

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The thing about being lucky is different, I have never felt this way before. Maybe God is granting me what was missing in my existence.

Maybe it's a golden opportunity I just have to pay a visit and he will pay me twice what I earn.

And with that money, I can help my mother to get her treatment properly.

With determination set in my eyes, I exited the mall and walked to the bus stand.

I was hearing whispers all over, and then my eyes landed on the big poster that was hung on the street board.

It was Sophia's poster. He was endorsing a popular brand and in her eyes, I could see the devilish smile.

Is Mr Jensen with him? Or has she done something to find him?

Or they both are together so that they can leave me dying on the roads.

I had several questions in my mind and no answer. I remember perfectly  Sophia departed before the fire took place.

So did she know about it?

She must have read in the press and newspapers that the fire took place in the prestigious hotel in London when Mr Blake Jensen was there with his fiancee.

Anyways, I need to hurry up. I cannot be late to perform my service.

When the bus arrived I jumped on it and struggled in the crowd to find a seat.

People were glancing at me as I have done serious damage to them as I am a different species from a different planet.

Why are they staring?

Did they recognise who am I?

Did they recognise I was the fiancee of Mr Jensen?

Did they recognise I am Ashley Brooke?

I took out my purse in which a small mirror was inserted, my reflection was telling me everything is fine, my wig was in place. My lenses were perfectly in my eyes.

Then why are they staring?

I looked around only to realise they were glaring at the woman who was situated at the window seat. She was fighting with her husband over her cellphone and her noisy voice was crystal clear to everyone.

I cleared my throat to make her realise that she should stop but she didn't she kept bickering all the terrible things to the person on the other side.

When she finally cut her call she started crying

"Are you fine?" I whispered in a hushed tone to make her comfortable.

"Why men are bastards?" Then she didn't stop, she forgot her console while crying melancholy resulting in her head on my shoulder.

"Relax. Don't cry everything will be alright," is tried to console her to ease her pain so that she could feel like she is in her home.

"No, you have no idea what occurs when someone close to you breaks your heart,"

And when I think about all the incidents which occurred with Mr Jensen, it sinks my heart even more.

Maybe I have not fallen in love before

Maybe I have no idea what love is

And maybe I am clueless in this situation but right there at this moment I know I have been betrayed, betrayed by a man who was not my father.

"Maybe I do," I closed my eyes and let her weep until she felt luminous as a feather.

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"Mom, did you take your medicine?" I was running from here to there.

Several aspects were running into my mind and my heart was thumping too fast inside my chest making me realise I need to relax a little bit.

I know I can do this!

I will do this!

This is the ultimate golden opportunity for me to work and when things will be glorified according to the way I want then I can finally take my mother to the hospital for her treatment.

I glance at the address again that was written in bold letters as it has freshly printed on it. Every syllable was driving my mind crazy but I know I need to focus and relax a little bit.

I closed my eyes and took a breath to calm myself down.

You can do it!

You can do it!

Oh yes, darling, I can do it very well!

I went washroom to get a shower. At least I can be in peace for a second here. when water was flowing enormously on the skin making my soul warm from the world.

It was like thunder, I am showering in thunder and expecting to get warm, the jeopardy of my expectation is ballistic.

When I was done I rubbed my body with the towel and became anxious again. I don't even have fine clothes. What I am going to wear?

Then my eyes landed on the box that was placed on the nearby table.

Oh yes. He gave me the box there must be something inside of it.

I opened it in a hurried force to only find a dress in it.

Why did that manager gift me a dress?

Did he lose his mind while giving me this box?

Or maybe he knows I am too poor to afford a pleasant dress.

He knew if I wore something of mine no one will let me enter the hotel.

I courted the dress and glanced at it carefully with my keen eyes.

It has a problem. The neck is very deep and it is too short.

I will not be comfortable while wearing it and displaying my skin to the world.

Oh, rubbish! You are not the centre of attraction in this world!

"Ashley..."

"Mom, what happened?

She was panting for a breath her eyes were closed.

"give me a glass of water, please I can not see it carefully," she whines.

Her ocular eyes were devastating and my heart started panting hard.

She is losing her sight slowly and slowly. I cannot let her become blind in my presence.

I ran and gave her a glass of water and her medicine so she can sleep peacefully.

I need to arrange money anyhow and I will do anything for that!

Without thinking anything else I wore that dress, combed my hair and applied some lipgloss.

I cannot use the bus while wearing this revealing outfit.

I remember the manager also gave me an envelope of money to use as a means of transportation.

So I booked a cab to start my journey and a new chapter of life again.

The driver kept staring at me from the mirror and why not when my half body was on display!

He kept staring at my bosom making Me uncomfortable in his presence.

That fucking bastard! Only I know how I have controlled my anger, Controlled my resentment towards him.

I was only waiting to reach my destination because I know if I cancelled this ride I won't have enough money to book another one besides that I have pepper spray in my bag ready to fight in any case.

The only thing I need to do is to divert my mind by looking outside, glancing outside made me feel free and give me fresh air to breathe.

I saw posters of Sophia on huge buildings.

New York City was telling me again a storm is about to come with its tall buildings and chilly weather, with a gap between rich and poor, With its solidarity and vulnerability, with its passion and dreams.