Chapter 30 030
Chapter 30
Thalia’s POV
"Honestly, I really want to help you. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you right now, but right..." I tapped my feet anxiously on the ground, waiting for the rejection that I had received from other friends to come from her. Just like I had expected, it came at me, slamming into my face like a brick wall.
"I’m not in a position right now to help you," she said. I had just seen her diamond-studded necklace on her neck.
"Things are really hard for me," she added, working on her diamond earrings that matched the necklace perfectly.
I forced a smile across my face, pushed aside the cup of tea she had offered earlier, and stood up. "I understand," I said, my voice tight. "If anything changes, please call me."
"I wouldn’t want you to hold your breath," she confessed, holding her fingers out to rub a cup of tea. "Things are really hard for me."
I felt back the tears and quickly left, exiting the mansion I had just walked into. Getting into my mom’s car, I drove to the closest spot I could park before finally breaking down. It had almost been a week since I had been going from friend to friend, pleading and begging.
His relationship with Shelly was now more or less an open secret, just waiting for the stamp of complete acknowledgment. Everyone knew what I had become—lowered from my once-esteemed position as Luna. I wasn’t shy about admitting the divorce. I thought that the friends I had kept for years would be by my side; most of them I had known ever since I learned how to walk. But people can change so fast.
For those that welcomed me, they were the good ones. Some wouldn’t even let me walk past their front door, and even when I was welcomed in partially, it was always the same: they were going through hard times and couldn’t help me out with the medical bills for my son. Each time, I would carry out a bigger load of shame, leaving behind my dignity before heading over to the next house.
I was trying to catch my breath when I received a message. It popped up on my phone, and in it was a link to a group chat followed by another message: “You need to see this.” The number was anonymous, and I had half a mind to just ignore it, but if at the very least this could prove to be a distraction, I tapped on the link.
I was added into a group chat where my close friends were, and not only that, but Shelly was also a part of the group. She typed out: "Do you really mean it? Has Thalia really been going to all of your houses begging for you to give her money for her child’s medical bills?"
I wanted to dig myself into the ground and be buried for the rest of eternity. Another person replied: "She just walked out of my house. It was so embarrassing. She looked like a shell of herself. I can’t believe she still thinks that she can be friends with us."
Shelly quickly came up to back me—not out of sincerity, but just to keep up her act of innocence and kindness. "Guys, even if the Alpha doesn’t favor her like before, she is still our Luna and we should respect her."
She sounded so patronizing; I wanted to reach out through the phone and just slap her. The other women in the group chat were praising her. "You are so kind and considerate, Shelly. Nothing like that woman. She felt so on top of the world just because she was the Beta's daughter and married the Alpha. She was always showing off, thinking that she was better than the rest of us, but now she’s the one going about begging for scraps. If you ask me, it is very well deserved."
"Besides, you’re as good as Luna now. All we just need is for Alpha Varian to stop dragging his feet and declare the obvious."
"Oh, please stop saying that," Shelly said, and I could already imagine her smiling across her own screen. "I could never be good enough to be Luna. I’m hoping that Thalia comes back and takes her rightful place, but if it is necessary, I can keep it warm for her until she gets over her tantrum."
Once again, the praises came pouring out. I was so shocked at first I could hardly breathe. These were the people that I had kept closest to my heart. Over the years, they had come to me asking for aid that was quadruple the amount I was begging for now, and without hesitation, I had reached out my hand to them. Sometimes it wasn’t always money; whenever they needed a shoulder to cry on, I was there.
I started to remember moments when I was having a hard time, and suddenly everyone was busy and occupied. I always forgave them, excused them, and welcomed them back into my life with open arms. Now I see I’ve just been foolish. I started to cry and weep. This was all too much. Did I not have one single person by my side anymore?
I thought I could drive back home and have another discussion with my mother. So far, the other ones I had with her had not yielded anything, but I was hoping that maybe there was something that we could use that possibly had slipped her mind. I was driving back home when the car died a few blocks away. I had forgotten to fill the gas—not like I even had so much money to spare anyway. To think I was driving around just to collect insults and humiliation.
I got down from the car, locked it, and started speed-walking back to my mother’s house. I arrived quietly and decided to just get some sleep first before speaking to my mother. I was coming in from the back door, but on my way to my room, I heard a loud booming voice: "What makes your daughter think that she can divorce our son?"