Characters overview:
Lisa: Female protagonist
Jacob: Lisa's fiancé
Meena: Lisa's best friend
(Lisa's POV)
"Well, if you're done staring at me, I guess I'm fine with switching seats with you."
His voice snapped me back to reality.
"Sorry, what?"
It took me a moment to realize what I'd just asked him—I'd been lost in those deep eyes, completely distracted.
"You just asked me if…"
I interrupted him, blushing.
"Yeah, yeah, right."
I stood up and waited awkwardly for him to switch seats.
I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that. I'm so stupid, I murmured to myself.
"Ma'am, please take your seat. You're blocking the aisle."
The air hostess tapped my shoulder, and I realized I'd been standing there talking to myself like a fool again.
I made my way to the window seat he'd already switched into. I was excited—this was my first time on a plane, and I'd wanted the window seat so badly.
Why did Jacob leave me like that? Wasn't he in love with me?
The questions flooded my mind, and soon tears started to fall. I had no one left to rely on. I didn't know what I was going to do or where I would go, but I knew I had to leave this country to start fresh.
Well, let's look outside and forget about the problems for a while.
I glanced out the window. The vast, deep ocean scared the hell out of me.
Maybe I'll look outside later.
Again, my eyes caught his—the guy next to me was watching something on his phone with headphones on. I followed his gaze and started watching the show too.
I couldn't understand the words, but somehow, it seemed interesting. After a while, he turned on subtitles.
A small smile appeared on my sad face. Somehow, the rich brat wasn't as ill-mannered as I thought.
Before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep watching the show.
"Miss! Miss, sorry to wake you, but if you don't mind, I need to use the restroom. Meanwhile, maybe find a more comfortable headrest than my shoulder?"
He tapped my shoulder. I woke up and realized I'd been sleeping with my head on his shoulder the whole time.
I jerked my head back and apologized.
He was already gone by the time I looked up, and I seriously considered jumping out the window—but there was no way. So instead, I drank some water to calm down.
When he came back, I was digging through my bag for my neck pillow.
"Here you go, no need to say thanks."
He handed me his neck pillow with a teasing smirk.
"Thanks!"
I smiled and took the pillow.
"My name's Ethen, by the way."
He looked at me with those mesmerizing, deadly eyes again.
"Thanks, Ethen."
I tried not to meet his gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing—it was probably a move he used to flirt with girls. Not me. I wasn't one of those girls.
"What's your name?"
He asked again.
God, why wouldn't he leave me alone? His endless questions annoyed me.
"It's Lisa."
I put on my headphones, hoping he'd get the message and leave me alone.
I looked back out the window and all those thoughts started flooding in again.
Why hasn't Jacob contacted me? Did he ever really love me? He has my number—I never changed it. Do people really change this easily?
What am I going to do now? It's all my father's fault for keeping me like a princess. Now I don't know how to deal with anything.
Jacob... my father trusted you so much. You didn't keep your promises, even for him. You've always been a liar—I knew it, but Dad never listened.
I hope you never fall in love again, Jacob. I really hope you don't.
(Jacob's POV)
(5 months ago)
How do I politely reject David's daughter? I need a plan—I don't want to marry just anyone. I don't even know her. Just because she's my father's friend's daughter, I'm not going to marry her, no matter what Mom says.
Lost in thought, I saw her coming—Lisa. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I was so distracted that I barely noticed her approach until she threw a well-prepared speech at me. I didn't understand a word, except that she didn't want to marry me. Then she walked away.
I watched her leave until she disappeared from sight.
I laughed and said to myself, If I'm going to marry anyone, it's that psycho.
Then I took another sip of coffee.
The next day, I met David and told him I was ready to marry Lisa.
(Present time)
Is she okay? Is she doing well? Does she have enough money? Should I send her some? Is Mom really keeping an eye on her, like she said? Should I call her? Should I visit?
So many questions ran through my mind until a knock at the door pulled me back from my endless thoughts.
"Doctor Jacob, here's a parcel for you."
A worker brought in a bouquet of flowers and a gift box with a card that read: Happy Birthday.
"A girl dropped this off and asked me to tell you it's from your girlfriend."
He set the parcel down and left the room.
I stared at it with cold eyes, my rage barely contained and clearly visible.