Chapter 102: Not her
Chapter 102 - not her
Mathew rested his clasped hands on the railing at the rooftop as he stared below, looking at the staff who had clocked out, walking out of the hotel. He had been hiding since that day. Although he knew Amelia was trying to ease his mind, the emotion in him was too much for him to handle.
He couldn’t give Amelia what she wanted; he wasn’t the man for her.
Mathew hid here—the only person who knew about this place was Katherine and no one else. They sometimes came here to catch up, talk, and eat lunch if either of them needed to get away from prying eyes.
His brow furrowed, looking for the familiar black hair but didn’t see it, and checked his wristwatch. It was 6:00 p.m. It was like waiting for her to leave the hotel, then he’d finally be free to go back to his office.
He gulped, his breath ragged as he saw the circled scar around his wrist, which the wristwatch always hid. And he was pulled into the messy past he didn’t want.
His life wasn’t always smooth like this; he was once a young boy with no one, no name, no future or ambition. He was just Mathew from the dark alley where he grew up.
A young skinny boy who fought for scraps of food or got beaten because he couldn’t return home with money.
His mother—Iris, her stage name—was once a young, upcoming, beautiful pub artist with blonde hair and green eyes that lured everyone in until she met a man who promised her the world. And being a fool in love, she fell for him only to know the man was a young master of a very wealthy family who came down to town to do some business.
The said sperm donor knocked Iris up, and then everything went downhill. The beautiful artist became a joke to the folks. She was abandoned and rejected, even threatened by the wealthy family until she ran away.
Young, pregnant, and rejected, she had to work menial jobs together until she couldn’t anymore and found solace in alcohol and drugs—the only thing that could help her escape the moment.
Then Mathew was born. He looked like a splitting image of the man of her misfortune, except for the blonde hair he got from her. She was angry and hated the child.