It made him feel powerful to know that he had risen so high while she had fallen so low.
Sometimes when Jonathan drove through the city in his expensive car, he would see Elena on the street corner.
And instead of feeling ashamed or sorry for what he had done to her, he would slow down his car and call out to her, making sure other people could hear.
Elena, is that you? He would shout, his voice dripping with fake concern. Oh my goodness, you’re still living out here.
That’s so sad. You really should try harder to get your life together, but you won’t.
People would stop and stare. Some would whisper. Elena would stand there quietly, keeping her dignity, even as Jonathan humiliated her in public.
This happened many times over the 3 years. Each time, Jonathan felt more powerful. Each time, he reminded Elena and everyone watching that he was successful and she was nothing.
But everything was about to change. Everything was about to change because of one cream colored envelope that would arrive in Elena’s hands one cold morning.
An envelope that contained an invitation to Jonathan’s wedding to a beautiful, successful woman named Sarah.
An invitation that was meant to be the final humiliation. An invitation that would instead become the beginning of the most shocking night of Jonathan’s life.
It was a Tuesday morning and the city was just waking up. Elena sat on her usual corner, wrapped in an old blanket, watching the sun rise between the tall buildings.
She had spent the night in a doorway a few blocks away, and her back was sore from sleeping on the hard concrete.
People rushed past her on their way to work. Men in suits, women in high heels, everyone moving fast, always in a hurry.
Most of them didn’t even glance at her. To them, she was just part of the scenery, like a trash can or a street sign.
Something you walk past everyday without really seeing. Elena was used to it by now.
She had learned not to take it personally. People were busy with their own lives, their own problems.
She understood that. She was sorting through her small bag, checking what she had. A bottle of water, half a granola bar, a worn book she had found in a trash can, when she heard a sound that made her stomach drop.
The roar of an expensive engine. Elena looked up and saw the shiny black sports car pulling up to the curb.
