Marquis buries his face on his wife's chest who fell asleep while hugging a book. Her scent drives him crazy, but it gives him the feeling of home. His only place where he can find himself, he discovers himself every day." You are back," Oryx opens her eyes slightly, running her fingers through his hair. " Yes. Mrs Williamson! I am back!" He kisses her cleavage and grins. " What did Dad say? Will he move in?" " With a condition! Of course!" " What condition? Is he okay? He must be stressed!" " He wants us to get married again!" Marquis laughs slightly, "Getting married? Why? We are already married!"" He wants us to get married with full of love. This time, with a confirmed happy ending. Don't you want to?" Oryx's smile disappears as she remembers about their wedding. It was enough hard for her to keep on. But she did." I am sorry!" Marquis notices her expression and immediately apologizes." No. Don't be. Let's do this. Let's get re-married. This time, you must kiss me and
" I brought you some fruits. You should eat more healthy!"Mr Williamson places a basket of fresh fruits. All of them are Mrs Williamson's favourite fruits. Today is visiting day and Mr Williamson like another week, didn't forget to visit his wife." Why are you here? I told you not to come here anymore!" Mrs Williamson hangs her head down, pinching her nails while avoiding his eye contact." Today is your son's wedding. They are trying to start afresh. Although they don't remember you anymore, they don't feel any emptiness thankfully." " Are you trying to mock me?" Mrs Williamson hisses, eyes are filled with tears." Yes. Because you deserve more than just mocking. You should know, that you are nothing but the worst memory in our lives."" Enough! Leave! I didn't ask you to come here and nag. Don't come to visit me anymore!" Mrs Williamson yells, almost grabbing the basket to throw. But she stops seeing her husband's cold and emotionless face." I will visit. Until you take your las
” Send those bags to her room and tell her I won't visit her right now! She will be happy to see those bags!" Throwing some branded bags on the couch, he left the beautifully decorated wedding hall with white and blue themed decorations, after his wedding with his father's chosen girl. Not even thinking of visiting his wife who is waiting for him in their bedroom patiently.Oryx's POV...What if on that day, I didn't accept the marriage proposal, would I be able to see myself happy? What if instead of going to hang out with my friends in that restaurant, I would have enjoyed my time in my room, would I never meet my father-in-law? What if falling in love with my husband at first sight, would I be able to make myself happy and grateful for the life I got instead of suffering from his neglect?I am a side character in my own love story. Where I came first, I loved first but someone else got him. His heart doesn't belong to me, but I am not someone who can dream to get his heart one day
What are these feelings? Frustration? Agony? Anger? I don't know but all I can say, I am being torn inside. His voice earlier wasn't familiar. Very unlikely unfamiliar compared to the previous tone, that I am familiar with. All of our previous conversation with him through my phone was kinda normal, I would say. But it wasn't soothing, still, I fell in love with him immediately. However, now, the voice was unfamiliar, heartbreakingly unfamiliar. Why? And how?Was he acting with me? Was he using his fakeness to keep a healthy relationship with his father? By betraying me? I don't know. I can't think of any positive answer as well. He is abandoning me. That's all, my heart is screaming. I am pathetic. I don't deserve a healthy and happy family. I don't deserve to be someone's only one. All the time, why did he have to act like a gentleman? That face with endearment, those gentle touch with care, the way, he tried to hide his embarrassed face whenever he held my hand. What's with a
The dusk felt lonely. Yet, here, I am looking at the horizon to get the last words of hope. Hope that my husband who left me, will accept my calls and talk to me. But, unfortunately, I couldn't able to. Right now, I am standing in front of hundred people who are attending such a great party. My parents hold the party, to spread their threads of socialism and stand their family in front of the higher-ups who will be their tools for making money. They are more worried about our family status than I am, standing in the corner of the Hall room, without my husband. "Oryx! Come here!" I felt a jerk when my mother held my wrist and pulled me inside the guestroom. My skin burned under her tight grip. "What's wrong?" I asked. “ You are asking what's wrong? Your in-laws are here. They don't know that your husband didn't attend the party with you. Why didn't you bring him with you?" Well, Her voice is screaming that I am the one who didn't bring her husband."He didn't pick up my phone call
More pain in my heart than in my body as I walked into my bedroom. With the tingling pain in my elbow, and being unable to step on the floor, I somehow made myself in. Behind me, No one was there but my father-in-law who respected my wish. I am thankful. However, as soon as I got myself in, I felt the clutch of my husband who followed me inside without making a noise and closed my eyes." Why did you act tough? To show everyone that I don't care about you?" He snorted with anger. But I didn't respond. I am just too tired to deal with this." Oryx! Look! I know I am not in a position to talk. But I want to clear myself. I have no intention of carrying the relationship further!" Pain washed over my heart when he spoke. He has no intention to carry on. Does that mean he is going to abandon me finally? " Why?" I asked quietly. " What did you say?"" Why did you act like a gentleman? Why did you play with my heart before you married me? Why did you agree to marry me in the first pla
Doesn't it suck when you learn that the person you love, the person who you dearly hold in your heart, you know nothing about him? They seem to appear in front of you like a different person than they truly are. He looked so appealing but he acted like that. He looked like my type but he turned out different. I loved seeing his gentle nature but he turned out someone who doesn't care about me. Does he have tattoos? Does he smoke? What If he drinks a lot? Once I didn't want to date or like anyone who had those habits. But now, I think I can't hate him even if he has any of those habits.Is this why people say that love is blind? Probably! Because I can't hate him. I can't think about anyone else next to me but him. What can I do to make him love me little? What if we just try to be friends first? Will he be friends with me? I doubt. I am nothing but an obstacle for him. He must be sleeping embracing his beloved. Maybe, gently stroking her hair, and her shoulder, he is calming her to
If my world is a novel, probably I am the villainess in his life. Or a side character being an obstacle to him. Will he ever understand that someone like me has loved him unconditionally? He won't...His smile isn't for me. That lovely stare isn't for me, that forming fist isn't for me.I look towards the direction which is causing this physical reaction within him.A beautiful woman. No. She isn't more than me. Right now, the only thing I can be honest. Probably I am jealous. But my eyes don't find her beautiful.Well, aren't all female leads a little clumsy and stupid-looking? She looks fine wearing that T-shirt and jeans. She has a normal look, an unbothered expression. Is this his type?My desperate eyes are on her. Why are they trying to find something bad? I don't want to hurt anyone of them for my selfishness." Come here. I have been waiting for you!"I look at him. No, I looked at him with little surprise. That's a beautiful smile. The voice seems to change more than it was