Raphael's POV. Renia has been acting weird since the day before yesterday. The day we went to the club together. The changes in her were not that obvious and you wouldn't be able to notice if you are not close to her. Her smiles seemed forced and she was always lost in thoughts. She barely eats anything now. She just keeps pushing the food around her plate and making small useless talks about the weather and cats and dogs. I didn't read too much meaning into it at first. I just chalked it up to her being tired and needing to rest so I let her be that day but it has gotten to the point that I can't ignore it anymore. She is always staring into space and I even caught her staring at me weirdly when she thought I wasn't looking. I stared at her as she nibbled on that one apple that she has been eating for over an hour now. She had an open novel in front of her. You would think she is very engrossed in the book with the way she was staring at it intensely but she hasn't turned the pages
Renia's POV.I glanced at Theo and let out a sigh. He has been staring at me weirdly the entire day. I pushed the plate of food in front of me away and faced him head-on. “Tell me what is on your mind,” I told him and he shook his head trying to feign confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked. I sighed. “You have been staring at me with that expression the entire day. What is the problem?” I asked. “Me?” He asked pointing a finger at himself. “I haven’t.” “Cut the crap and tell me exactly what is on your mind.” I snapped and he sighed. “What is going on with you?” He asked. “I am pretty sure I asked you that first, Theo,” I said and he shook his head. “You asked me what was going on in my mind and that is what I just asked you. What is going on with you?” He asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Nothing is wrong with me. Why would you ask that?” He hummed and nodded his head slowly. “Then tell me. Is there something wrong with the food we have been making for three days now?” He
Raphael's POV. I have never ever been so scared in my life, like never. The fear I felt wrapped itself around me and my heart so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe and my hands were shaking like crazy. I can't fully describe how I felt when I heard her scream or even when her legs gave out. I don't remember how or when I lifted her or even driving to the hospital and when she lost her consciousness— I don't even want to remember it. I have been pacing the hospital halls for more than thirty minutes now. That is how long she has been in there with the doctor and I haven't so much as heard anything from either the doctor or the nurse. Thirty minutes suddenly felt like thirty years. I just need to know she is fine and my children are fine too. This shit is happening because of me. She is lying right there in that room because of me. I might not have hurt her physically but I have done enough damage to her emotionally. I saw the look in her eyes earlier when she was talking to
Renia's POV.Forgiving Raphael would be a very easy thing for me to do because despite all that, despite everything I recently learned, I am still very much in love with him. I think I will still love him even if he were the devil. But I don’t want to forgive him, just not yet. The urge to forgive him is strong but the betrayal and hurt I felt, that I am still feeling is even stronger. He has lied to me during our entire relationship. He has been punishing me for a crime that I didn’t even commit. For something, I didn’t do. While I felt sorry for him that he had to go through everything he did. Nobody, no kid deserves to see his/her parents lying in a pool of their own blood. The mental image of it alone had me shuddering not to talk of him who saw it in real life. I am sorry he had to do a lot of odd jobs just to get by and that he had to drop out of school but that doesn’t change the fact that he hurt me— way more than I even cared to admit. I don’t know what I was expecting when
Renia's POV. I am the one tending to his wounds and yet I am the one flinching. Raphael doesn't look the least bit affected by his burst lips. He didn't even so much as flinch when I applied the methylated balm. "Why didn't you tell me that they already knew?" I asked him and he shrugged. “I knew you would find out in time besides they only found out recently.” He said. I hummed and applied the ointment on his bruise before pulling back and washing my hand. He was still sitting in the same position on the edge of the bathing tub staring at me. “I am sorry about my dad. He has never lost his temper like that.” I said. He nodded. “It is fine. I had it coming. I can imagine how long he must have been keeping it in.” He said. “Right. You did deserve it.” I said wiping my hand off the little towel in my bathroom. “Right.” He mumbled and then stared at me awkwardly as if he wasn’t sure of what to do or even say next. He looked around the bathroom and back to me and I raised my eyebr
Renia's POV.It has been one week since I moved back to my parent's house. One week since Raphael decided to come with me and he has been sleeping on that stupid couch the entire week. He knows damn well that he could choose to sleep in a visitor room but he didn't bother sleeping in one. He didn't ask my mum to direct him to any room and he hasn't insisted on sleeping on the same bed as me. I don't know what annoys me more, the fact that he is sleeping on the couch or the fact that he has been taking his vow not to touch me a little too seriously. He has been extremely sweet to my parents, especially my mum. My dad is yet to warm up to him. He hasn't gone to work since he came here and he only works from home— I have heard him yelling at his employees one or two times in this week but he refused to leave the house, he refused to leave me alone. He doesn't stay closer than it is necessary and he doesn't touch me unless it is absolutely necessary or if it happened accidentally. Did I
Renia's POV. The smell of her overly familiar perfume did nothing to ease my already tensed shoulders instead it worsened the case. I don't think I have ever been able to describe how her perfume smells and maybe that is because I can't explain it. It smells expensive and choking and it just gives off these weird vibes. I am pretty sure it must be an exclusive smell cause I have never smelt such perfume on anyone before, trust me, I will remember if I ever had. She was looking me up and down slowly with that wicked smirk still permanent on her face and her eyes were glinting in a way that showed she was up to no good. I dropped my hand to my stomach in a silly attempt to shield my kids from her because I somehow felt the need to keep them far away from her. Her eyes followed my movement and her smirk got even wider. I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "I was just about to leave. Nice seeing you here, Susan." I said with a small fake smile and attempted to leave the bathroom not even
Raphael’s POV. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Renia told me last night. I still don’t understand why Susan felt the need to threaten her. I could see the fear in her eyes, I could literally smell the fear in her. She cried herself to sleep last night and I had to carry her up to her room. Crying and worrying about the babies won’t do anything to help her, it would only do more damage and I was already worried that her blood pressure might end up shooting up again when we just recently managed to get it back to normal and that is why I plan on paying Susan a surprise visit today but it might not be a surprise to her because she already knows that she doesn’t mess with Renia and get away with it so easily. I couldn’t tell Renia about my whereabouts because she was still fast asleep by the time I left the house and I also didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily. I told Melissa that I would be back as soon as possible. I don't plan on staying out too long anyway. I pulled the car in