Chapter 4

Roxanne's POV: As the days passed, my health began to worsen. I became more drowsy, and flare-ups got more frequent. Jennifer wanted to take me out of the house, but I refused. All I wanted was to be alone and live out my final days in peace. But Megan wasn't intent on letting me off that easily and constantly sent me messages. Sometimes, she'd send photos of her traveling with Silas; other times, it'd be selfies of them in luxurious hotels. There were even photos of Silas while he was sleeping. My heart no longer stirred when I looked at these photos. But one day, Megan sent me a special photo—it was the old house that Silas and I used to live in. I was about to ask her what was going on when she sent me another text. "His present to me." I immediately panicked and called Silas' number, but it still went unanswered. I forced myself to focus even as my thoughts were unsettled. I quickly hailed a cab to the old house. It was the first house Silas and I lived in after we left the basement unit. Both of us had witnessed his company grow while living in this house. We had also spent many tender and loving moments here. That house contained memories that belonged to us and only us. However, I was the only person who still remembered them now. Even so, I still wanted to preserve these final fragments of memory. I hurried over to the old house, only to see the front door wide open. Construction workers filtered in and out the door. The house was a mess inside. I instantly spiraled out and yelled at the workers to stop, but they all ignored me. All I could do was call Silas' number in a panicked daze. He finally answered after over a dozen calls. "Yes, I'm renovating the house. Meg wants to move in and live there," Silas said. It was nearly 1:00 pm by the time Silas arrived at the old house. All the workers had already left. Meanwhile, I'd spent five hours waiting there for him. But that didn't matter much anymore. "Why are you renovating the house? You know how much this place means to me," I asked shakily. Silas knew very well how many wonderful memories were made in this house and how important it was to me. He knew that I'd come here to lick my wounds and wait for him whenever we argued… Silas knew it all, yet he'd done such a terrible thing as to give the house away to Megan all because she wanted it. Silas didn't answer. The sound of high heels clacking on the ground rang out behind him. It was Megan. "Don't blame Mr. Huntington, Mrs. Huntington. I'm the one at fault. Things have been really busy at the office, so I figured I'd rent a place closer to the office building. Mr. Huntington then said he owns a property nearby. "He said it was a little old now but that he could renovate the place for me. I didn't know this house was so important to you, Mrs. Huntington. Please don't worry, I'll have the construction workers restore the place to its former glory right away," Megan said timidly. She then walked into the house. "Oh… They've already demolished most of the place…" Megan said with a soft sigh, though her lips curled in delight. She was doing this on purpose. I balled my hands into fists, but Silas stepped in front of her right away. "Are you trying to hit her again? It's just a stupid old house!" he barked. "Stupid old house? In that case, I'm no more than 'stupid old Roxanne' to you too, aren't I?" I snapped. Silas shielded Megan behind him and said, "Don't cause a scene now. Meg needs this for her work. If you like this neighborhood, I can buy you a new house in the area." "I don't want a new house." I gazed at him with reddened eyes. "This is the only house I want." Silas' brows knitted together. "Don't start making a fuss now, Roxanne!" "Don't blame her, Mr. Huntington. It's all my fault." Megan clasped Silas' hand. She then turned to me and said, "Why don't I pay you back…" "Pay me back? With what? Get the hell out of my home!" I roared at her. I shoved Megan with all my might. She stumbled backward, scraping her hand against the corner of the wall. Megan's brows furrowed together in pain. Silas instantly grew worried and held her hand to check on it. He then turned and snapped at me, "You want this house, don't you? In your dreams! I bought it, so I'll decide what I want to do with it! And don't you forget who it is who's taking care of you right now!"