Kinda Tipsy, when Vincent returns home. He steps in the front door and looks at the doorway which ends in the living room. His heart burns when he remembers the days since he started dating her and she moved in with him after so much pleading and sulking from his side. She used to return home after work and took her laptop and worked in living room until the sound of opening door hit her ears. So each time, she would have stood there with the sweetest smile. She would jump on him and give lots of kisses until he hugged her and entered the house. Right now, After three years, he has realized that she has changed for long time ago. And he has no idea about it. With slow steps, he walks in. This time, like she used to say, he puts the shoes in their right position. He places the bag on the closet and heads inside the bedroom. However, the moment he enters, Emma is nowhere to be seen. The sharp pain rushes through his heart. He is drunk but his eyes are darting around to see
After having a lot of digging into the situation, Emma has realized that Vincent was right about it. She was in charge of the websites that contain all kinds of information about the company. If she was there, all the blame would have fallen onto her. Thankfully Vincent has taken a step although he crossed his boundaries. But for her good. She sighs deeply as she watches herself sitting in front of me desk. She wants to thank Vincent. But not right now. When he is intoxicated, he likes to shower her with love. And she doesn't want that. Not until she feels like accepting this relationship properly. As she decides to take a nap, her attention goes to the screen of her phone. Her eyes widen in shock when thousands of messages start popping up. Making her phone vibrating violently. She can't check any of those messages because of constant incoming messages. However from the glimpse, she can see that none of them are using any proper languages. Names, curse and unspeakable words a
It was nightmare... The more she drives, the more she keeps remembering those days which give her goosebumps. She has to admit that - She still feels the same way. She wants to die. Each of those days when her mother was fighting to survive another day, to watch another sunset, her father was in her mother's bedroom. It was hard because the woman was her own teacher who used to bully her for being fragile. She had a difficult time when she was young to grow. She was late blood and it became the reason for that woman to bully her. She started getting taller than when she was fifteen. Before that age, she looked like a six years old girl. So she taunted her mentally and physically. Each way. When she found her father in the bed with that woman, she realized why that woman was so harsh on her. Why did she keep verbally, physically and mentally tortured her.? She remembered one day she wanted to complain against the teacher but her father told her to apologise for saying som
" Pregnant?' This word breaks the world over his head as the doctor just checked her and announced. He steps back, hand slowly leaves her unconscious body. " How long?" He asks, swallowing the pain. His heart is breaking at this point, loudly, terrifyingly and painfully " I can't say anything without blood tests. But probably five to six weeks!" The doctor replies while wrapping things up. Vincent remains silent there. As he doesn't know what he should think about it. Five to six weeks? He wasn't home last three months! " Thanks for coming. I will call you once she wakes up." " Do a blood test to know about the accurate He shakes his hand with that male doctor and watches him leaving. Right now, he is feeling utterly lonely. As if everything around him is crashing down. He is the last person alive. He doesn't want to return to the room for some reason. He needs answers but if he questions, this will be ultimate reason for her to leave him. What's happening
Not once, twice or thrice... Ten pregnancy kit have shown the double red lines on them. It's positive. She is pregnant and there is no way she can deny it. But how? Two weeks ago,. she had her period. Last three months, she didn't even get a kiss from her husband. There is no way she can get pregnant so fast because she didn't have any physical intimacy either. That night, after she cried out loud, He stopped. Even if it happened, it was impossible to get tested positive so fast. Pulling her hair, she grunts disappointedly. What's happening with her? What kind of game is fate playing with her? She doesn't know. There is no answer for this at all. Her eyes go to her reflection on the mirror. She looks worse. Since morning she can't stop throwing up. She hates any kind of scent. She hates to touch her belly as well. As if she is carrying some unknown illness within her. " Are you listening to me? Hello!" A soft voice of female comes from the sink where she threw the
" Don't go!" She begs, grabbing his hand tightly... " At least not tonight! Give me this night... Only me!" She pleas, pulling him towards the dining room where she prepared a romantic dinner since it's their third marriage anniversary. " Emma! Let go!" His eyes darken, voice icy. " Today is our marriage anniversary! So please - Don't go." She cries heartbreakingly, wishing for once her husband will listen to her begging. " EMMA!!!!" He yells at her, " Come to your sense! She is all alone. Her father just got drunk and throwing tantrum. Do you want me to enjoy some meat and wine with you when she is in trouble?" He grits his teeth, unable to hold his anger back. " I am here alone too. And you promised that today you will be with me only! Why are you -?" She can't finish her words as he cuts off her sentence. " Stop being so selfish! Emma. You are disappointing me. I have told you thousands times, I can give my life for her. She is my family. My best friend, my sister. No m
Her eyes open with the sound of door opening. She knows who is home. But this time, she just relaxs herself with no more movement. Unlike other days, she isn't going to rush to prepare breakfast. She doesn't want to bother with anyone's presents. So, instead of looking at her husband who opens the door of the closet and puts his suit inside, she closes her eyes and decides to sleep for a while. However, she can feel him climbing onto bed and lies next to her. Soon his hand reaches her waist, face burying her back with a deep sigh. But unlike other days, when she would melt and turn towards him, she remains silent, clenching her fist. She can't trust him. She doesn't want to be manipulated and gaslighted by his lies. Who knows what he is thinking. The truth she has, the faith she has in him is long gone. So it holds no value anymore. " I am sorry for the last night." He whispers trying to hug her. " I know what I have done is wrong. What I said is wrong. But I really don't m
" Cry if you want to. Do need to act like a strong woman!" Ash Downey, 28, her cousin looks at her and holds his handkerchief before her with his one hand while driving. He recently communicated with her because of their grandparents who are sick and currently hospitalized. Emma left her family the day her father moved his mistress in and moved in her childhood friend's house until she graduated from high school. After that, she never returned to the city where her father is currently residing in. She has cut their relationship off entirely and moved on with her life until two days ago, she got a call from Ash who introduced himself as her cousin. Although she thought he was joking since for long time she hasn't met any set of her grandparents. she thought she was rejected by everyone in her family. After all, her father was so proud of his cheating on her mother and causing her taking her own life. However , After talking to Ash, she has realized that Her maternal grandparents