Part 2On My Engagement Day, I Discovered My Dad's Affair Was With My Best Friend

When Parker returned, I had already smashed everything in our shared apartment.

The servants cowered in corners, watching me fearfully, too afraid to intervene.

I finally collapsed on the floor, utterly spent.

Parker casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. The injuries on his face were stark. He looked down at me imperiously, his expression devoid of any guilt for his actions.

"Are you done with your tantrum?" he asked coldly.

I remained silent, glaring up at him with as much venom as I could muster through my tears.

"Hazel, ours is just an arranged marriage. I thought we had an understanding. Who I'm with or what women I play with is none of your business."

Parker's voice was weary, the injuries marring his once-handsome face making him look grotesque.

I grabbed a half-broken vase near me and hurled it at his head. He dodged easily, letting it shatter against the wall behind him.

Parker sneered, stepping back and gesturing to a servant.

"Bring a mirror!"

All the mirrors in the apartment had been smashed in my rampage. A servant timidly brought over a small shard that was barely usable.

Parker grabbed it carelessly by the jagged edge and thrust it in front of my face.

"Look at yourself, princess. Look what you've become. Disgusting. You're nothing like the refined lady you're supposed to be - just a shrew! How can you even compare to Yasmin?"

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror shard. My ruined makeup mingled with sweat and tears, matting my hair to my face. Black tear tracks streaked down from raccoon eyes. I looked worse than a ghost.

"You're right, I can't compare to Yasmin anymore. She's taken everything from me. Congratulations Parker, you get to share a woman with your future father-in-law!"

SLAP!

Parker's hand connected hard with my cheek. The force sent my head snapping to the side, slamming into the nearby coffee table.

Blood trickled down from my temple, mixing with the colorful mess already adorning my face.

"Shut your mouth, you bitch," Parker snarled. "I'm sick of your holier-than-thou attitude. Say one more word about Yasmin and I'll end you."

"As for your dad, how dare he try to steal my woman? I'll make him pay. The family business isn't in his hands yet anyway. Marrying you was already me doing your family a favor."

Parker shook out his hand and straightened up. His gaze raked over me, brimming with disgust.

Just then, his phone rang. The speed at which his expression transformed was truly impressive.

Parker's voice turned soft and sweet as he cooed into the phone, his demeanor suddenly loving.

Even though the person on the other end had just publicly humiliated him in front of dozens of people.

A wave of nausea washed over me.

I struggled to my feet and lunged at Parker, pummeling him wildly wherever I could reach.

"You bastard! You said you loved me, that's the only reason I agreed to this marriage! Otherwise, how could I have ever consented to this arrangement?!"

Liars, all of them. Consummate actors who had staged an elaborate farce, playing me for a fool.

Parker snapped. In a rage, he kicked me away forcefully.

My back slammed into the already shattered glass, the impact sending waves of agony through me and leaving me immobilized.

He stepped forward and viciously ground his foot into one of my hands, crushing my palm into the glass shards on the floor.

"That's your own damn fault for being so gullible. I said I loved you and you believed it? Don't blame others for your own stupidity."