Renia’s POV. We have been back in New York for over one week now and I have come to accept the fact that my husband— you know the one who tries not to talk talk to me if it isn’t absolutely necessary— is back. He started acting weird when Adrian— Samantha and Quinn’s son— was born. He spoke to me when it is really needed, he doesn’t touch me as much anymore— he used to always find any excuse to touch me before but now, he only touches me when he needs to or when we fall asleep and somehow mange to gravitate towards each other. We have been spending every night together since we arrived. It wasn’t like we agreed on it or anything. He just started sleeping in my room and honestly, I didn’t want him not to sleep in my room so I didn’t complain or ask him not to sleep in my room. He greets me every morning, makes sure I eat something, ask if I am feeling weird or anything and that is it. He was back to being his usual cold self and it was obvious that if it wasn’t for the fact that I wa
Raphael’s POV. “You can’t keep ignoring me forever you know that right mum?” I asked her. I have been coming over to her place everyday for the past week trying to get her to at least open the door and let me in so I can talk to her but she was ignoring me. She only replies through the window telling me to just give up and go back to my house. I don’t get what she was so mad about even Renia has forgotten all about it so I don’t get it. I don’t understand why she doesn’t get the fact that I am doing this for us. It is the least I can do to make them pay for what we had to go through.“You do know that I can just come inside. I have your keys remember.” I told her. I already knew the answer she was going to give but I still used that point anyways. “You wouldn’t dare step foot into my house unless I invite you in, Raphael. You don’t want me to get mad at you.” She replied. “Can you get madder than this? Why are you so mad at me?” I asked her. I heard her scoff and nothing else. Th
Raphael's POV. My heart was beating fast...way too fast that I am starting to think that it might just jump out of my chest. It can't be true. She has to be mistaken. I have spent my entire life thinking that Melissa was the one behind everything that happened to my family. I have spent half of my life planning and scheming and thinking about ways I could make her suffer for what she did and I went ahead and married her daughter when I didn't feel anything for her. I trapped her in a loveless marriage and made her suffer for nearly three years now. I have gone way too far for me to just be finding out that Melissa had nothing to do with my father. "You must be a mistake, mum. You are mistaken." I said shaking my head in denial. She stood up from where she was sitting on the floor and sat down on the arm of the couch that I was on then she took my hand in her and squeezed it. "I should have said something sooner but I didn't think your father said anything to you but I should have
Raphael's POV. I had to blink twice to confirm who was sitting in my office but my blinking didn't change anything. Melissa and Javier were still sitting there staring at me and waiting for me to get a hold of myself. I stared at her and tried to hate her like I have been my entire life. I tried to feel that hatred again but I just felt empty and drained and tired and maybe... scared too. If this were another day then I would know how to react to her presence. If this were another day then I wouldn't have hesitated to throw her out of my office or be outrightly rude to her but now... what I found out today has changed a lot of things. "Are you okay?" The sound of her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her eyes, those eyes that look so much like Renia's. Renia. God, what have I done? "Raphael?" She called again.I cleared my throat and tried to keep my cool. "Why are you here? Do you need anything?" I asked my voice was as cold as usual. "I came here to talk to you." She said c
Renia’s POV. “I think you should stop now,” I said with a pained groan. “Why should I? I need to talk to them more so they can recognize my voice. You see I…”“You read it in one of those baby books that babies can hear you talking from the womb as early as seven months.” I interrupted with a sigh then I sent him a glare. “I know you just want to talk to them and make them recognize your voice but…” I paused. “I never imagined that a day would come when I would say this but I am getting tired of hearing you talking about unicorns and rainbows and all of those other boring things you have been talking about,” I said. “And you even try to sing to them too. I am not sorry to tell you this, Raphael. Singing is definitely not your thing. My ears ache from hearing you singing and I am sure the children will agree with me.” I said. He pouted. Yes, he pouted and gave me a wounded puppy look. “But…I just want to talk to them.” He said and I sighed in resignation. “I didn’t say you shoul
Raphael's POV. Setting up a nursery is...hard. Hard doesn't even suffice for it. At first, I thought how hard can it be to set up a nursery. I mean the room will be for little kids and they probably won't know what half the things in the room were used for so yeah, I thought it won't be that hard only that I thought wrong. We have almost everything set up already. Renia is what you will call a perfectionist. I didn't think it through before offering to set up the nursery for her. She had a whole Pinterest board that contained more than one hundred room ideas and she somehow loved every single one of the ideas. It took forever to get her to select her 'most favorite'— I had to use that word because she had a lot of favorites. After picking the idea she loved the most, we proceeded to order everything that would be needed and it was delivered after twenty-four hours. I had to take the day off so I would be able to do everything and maybe just make sure she doesn't get started without
Renia's POV. I don't know what you will call a normal marriage and I don't exactly know what a normal marriage is like but I think I and Raphael's marriage has gotten pretty...normal? My parent's marriage is anything but normal. They loved each other so much that it is the only thing, anyone, around them can see but I guess that is what a normal marriage is like. Love. Respect. Understanding and being able to sacrifice oneself. Raphael might not be in love with me just yet but I think he is getting there, he was starting to look at me the way my dad looks at my mum anytime he thinks no one is watching—maybe I was just starting to see things and the fact that I want his love so badly is making me imagine things that aren't real. It is for that reason that I have decided not to say anything about my feelings until he tells me he loves me. "Good morning baby." His husky and deep voice filled my ear all of a sudden and he placed a small kiss on my temple. "Did you sleep well?" He asked
Renia's POV. I have been in a daze since Susan stepped out of the office. I wasn't sure of what to feel or even think at all. Why did it have to be now? Why did it have to be now that I was starting to trust Raphael more and more? Why did it have to be when I was finally happy in our marriage? It just had to be when a semblance of peace and happiness was starting in our marriage. Deep down, I have always known that Raphael has never loved me and it is impossible to forget the fact that he married me to make me pay for some sins that I wasn't even aware of. I mean he did tell me himself that he married me for that reason alone but I didn't think it was so deep. I didn't think he wanted it badly enough to send Bella my way. Gareth's part was understandable but Bella, someone I actually believed was my friend despite our differences, I still thought of her as a friend but now… What could be so important that he would go through such an extent to get me? I have thought about these time