Chapter 11

Zoey’s POV

"AAAAARGH!"

I screamed, throwing my bag on the floor in anger inside my hotel room.

"Why didn't I see this? Why didn't I know that he was Elijah Lester Wright?!"

I sat down on the couch, hitting it repeatedly in anger and regret. I couldn't believe I had single-handedly given my annoying sister the opportunity to manipulate me, thinking Elijah was an illegitimate son of Lester Wright and ugly too.

But when he showed up at the church, he wasn't ugly at all - he was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.

"How could I have been so blind?!" I exclaimed, still punching the couch. "I practically handed her the perfect pawn to use against me!"

I stopped hitting the couch and buried my face in my hands, feeling different emotions at the same time.

I had let many words from friends cloud my judgment and given away a perfect life to my sister Abigail," I thought, regret washing over me.

"I would have been the one who married him, and not my damn sister, Abigail!"

"Aaaaaaargh!" I screamed in frustration, feeling like I'd made a huge mistake.

Just then, Liam walked into the room where I was sitting, concern etched on his face.

"I think you should forget about your sister and take care of yourself, Zoey. You're pregnant, remember. This isn't the time for you to start dwelling on what-ifs and all."

I looked at Liam with disgust, feeling a wave of regret wash over me. I had given something so valuable to my sister, the chance to marry Elijah, the man I truly wanted and taken her pathetic boyfriend instead, thinking I had won.

But now I realized I was the one cleaning up my own mess, while my sister was living the life I wanted.

"Aaaaaargh!" I screamed in frustration, feeling like I'd made a huge mistake.

Liam took a step back, looking at me with concern. "Zoey, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself."

But I couldn't calm down. I was too angry, too hurt. I thought about all the times I had gloated to my sister, thinking I had won. But now I realized I was the one who had lost.

"You know, Liam, I think I've been blind," I said, my voice shaking with emotion.

"I thought I was getting the better deal, but really, I was just settling for scraps."

Liam looked at me, confusion etched on his face. "What are you talking about, Zoey?"

I took a deep breath, trying to process my emotions. "I'm talking about Elijah. I'm talking about the life I could have had, the life I threw away."

Liam's expression changed from confusion to understanding. "Zoey, you can't keep dwelling on this. You made a choice, and now you have to live with it."

I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I didn't make a choice, Liam. I was deceived. I was blinded by my own jealousy and arrogance."

Liam sighed and sat down beside me on the couch. "Zoey, you can't change the past. But you can work towards a better future. You have me, and you have our baby on the way. We can build a life together."

"But Liam, I regret everything," I said, my voice cracking. "I regret sleeping with you, I regret getting pregnant for you.

If I had known that Elijah was that handsome and the legitimate son of Lester Wright, I would never have gotten involved with a loser like you."

Liam's face fell, and he looked at me with hurt eyes. "Zoey, how can you say that? I thought we had something real."

I shook my head, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me. "We didn't have anything real, Liam.

I was just using you to get back at my sister. And now I'm stuck with you and this pregnancy."

Liam stood up, his face red with anger. "You know, Zoey, I think I deserve better than someone who regrets everything about our relationship.

I deserve better than someone who only used me for their own twisted games."

I looked at him, feeling a pang of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by anger and resentment.

"And I deserve better than a pathetic loser like you, Liam. I deserve someone like Elijah, someone who is actually worth something."

Liam's face twisted in disgust. "You know, Zoey, I think I'm done with you. I'm done with your games and your manipulation.

You can raise our child on your own, because I'm not going to be a part of this toxic relationship anymore."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the hotel room with my regret and my anger.

I didn't care. I wasn't in love with Liam; I just used him to get back at my sister, Abigail, and to spite Elijah, thinking he was ugly and pathetic.

And now, here I am, sitting here feeling defeated, while my sister is away enjoying herself with the man I wanted."

I clenched my fist in anger as I looked around the room, my eyes blazing with determination.

"No, I won't let this go. I will get back what rightfully belongs to me. I will show Abigail that she can't just waltz in and steal everything from me. I will make her pay for this."

I stood up, my mind racing with plans and schemes. I would not rest until I had reclaimed what was mine.

I would not rest until I had Elijah by my side, and Abigail was left with nothing. I began to pace around the room, my mind working overtime.

Then, I stopped pacing and looked around the room, my eyes landing on my phone. I walked towards it, picked it up, and dialed my mother's number.

As I waited for her to answer, I kept tapping my foot on the floor in impatience.

As I waited for her to answer, I kept tapping my foot on the floor in impatience, my eyes fixed on the phone.

She didn’t pick up, and I let out a frustrated

"Aaargh!" throwing my hands up in the air.

I dialed again, pacing around the hotel room with growing agitation.

“C'mon, Mother, pick up!”

I muttered under my breath, my voice rising with each passing moment. Then she picked up, and I stopped pacing, my hand clenched into a fist.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

“Hello, dear,” my mother said, answering the phone with her usual calm tone.

I forced a smile, trying to shake off my annoyance.

"Mother, there's something I need you to do for me," I said, trying to sound composed.

"What is it, sweet? Mention it, Mummy will do anything for you."

I flashed a bright grin. “I want Elijah back!”

There was silence on the other end of the phone before my mother spoke.

“Zoey, what are you talking about? Elijah is with Abigail now, where he belongs.”

I stood up, my grip on the phone tightening, and clenched my fist at my side. “I don’t care.” I said tightly.

“Elijah is mine, and I want him back!”