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“Thanks…” I whispered after a while. He nodded in response, setting the tray aside before heading to the bathroom to fetch some wipes.I pressed my lips into a tight line, still in disbelief that he was here. It felt surreal and somewhat awkward. After our earlier confrontation, I had anticipated needing a few days before seeing him again, not today. So, I had braced myself for another argument when he appeared, but instead, he brought food and we hadn't discussed anything.I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. His actions seemed to speak of remorse or maybe a desire to mend things between us, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. What if this was just another one of his manipulative tactics? What if he was only trying to appease me temporarily before reverting to his old ways?“Do you want to have some walk in the garden?” he asked as soon as he came back with a w
I accepted the flowers, not because I was fully convinced, but because it felt like such a waste to refuse them. As I glanced at him through my lashes, I found him seated across from me, engrossed in something on his laptop. It was already 9 PM, and we had already enjoyed our dinner here in the garden. Despite my attempts to focus on my newfound crochet hobby, he remained by my side, his work laptop open beside him with a cup of coffee at his side, and a refreshing lemon juice placed before me.As I watched him work, I saw how he could be nice one minute and distant the next. He was confusing sometimes. Even though I was upset with him, I couldn't ignore how serious he was about his work. He didn't seem bothered by our argument. It made me appreciate him a bit, even though we were having issues.The garden was calm and peaceful. Even though the sun was setting and it was getting darker, it still felt pleasant being outside. The air wasn't too chilly, and it was comfortable sitting the
We ended up at a fast-food joint since I had a sudden craving for it. Vincenzo initially objected, arguing that the food was unhealthy and not worth it. But I persisted, arguing that sometimes you just need to indulge a little. After some back and forth, he relented, and we made our way inside. We also brought the dog with us.Inside the bustling restaurant, the smell of fried food filled the air, making my stomach growl even louder. Vincenzo stood in line, his expression a mix of impatience and resignation as he waited to place our order. Despite his reluctance, he eventually approached the counter and ordered for us both.As we settled into a booth, Vincenzo carried the tray of food over, his annoyance evident in his demeanor. But as I watched him set down the tray, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It was moments like these, simple and ordinary, that I cherished the most."What's the appeal of this place? They only serve junk food," he grumbled, eyeing the spread of b
Vincenzo has been acting quite strange since we arrived home from the restaurant. He looked so deep in thought and was even colder now than he already is. I suddenly feel down for some reason. “Bellezza, baby,” his voice broke through my thoughts, calling out to me in a tone that was surprisingly tender. I felt his arms encircle my waist, pulling me into an unexpected embrace. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widening at the sudden display of affection. Despite my skepticism, I found myself unable to resist as he drew me closer to him. “E-Enzo?” I stammered, skeptical. Why is he suddenly being clingy? Inside our bedroom, the atmosphere was tense yet oddly intimate. The dog had been whisked away by the maids, leaving us alone in our shared space. I had expected Vincenzo to immerse himself in work as soon as we returned, but instead, he clung to me like a koala, his presence both comforting and unsettling. As I stood there, enveloped in his embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling that som
Standing in front of the vanity mirror, I stared at my own reflection. I was dressed in a white dress. It’s a beautiful fitted dress that emphasizes my curves. It has a long slit to its right and it was also backless. I fell in love at myself whilst looking at the mirror. I looked… beautiful. Until now, I couldn’t believe I am getting married. After all, I didn’t get to experience having relationships before this. I never even imagined having to get married at this age. I couldn't help but marvel at my own reflection, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Despite the nerves swirling within me, there was a sense of excitement building in the pit of my stomach. Getting married was something I never expected, yet here I was, about to embark on this new chapter of my life. All I wanted was to study and be of help to my adoptive parents who raised me. Yet here I am, marrying the most prominent and most handsome bachelor in the country… or perhaps, this whole world. I am not exagger
Before I knew it, I found myself gliding down the aisle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I ventured further into the unknown. Despite the growing uncertainty gnawing at me, my feet seemed determined to carry me forward, each stride marking a path from which there was no turning back.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground before me, my vision obscured by the delicate veil that draped over my face. Through the sheer fabric, I could sense the soft strains of music drifting through the air, mingling with the murmurs of the assembled guests. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every whisper and rustle adding to the weight of the moment.Underneath the veil, I couldn't help but think about how I had imagined a simple wedding, yet here I was, caught up in something far from it. My interpretation of simplicity clearly didn't align with Vincenzo's, and the ceremony struck a balance between tradition and modernity that I hadn't anticipated.“You should smile, dear,” my mother s
I woke up sore but satiated as I stretched my limbs beneath the soft cotton sheets. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the memories of the previous night flooded back, leaving a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Rolling over, I reached out to the empty space beside me, the absence of his warmth a stark reminder of our tangled bodies and whispered promises. The scent of him lingered in the air, a heady mix of musk and cologne that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. With a contented sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, relishing in the sensation of the plush carpet beneath my bare feet. As I made my way to the bathroom, the sound of running water greeted me, a signal that he was already up and about. The thought of his presence just a few feet away sent a flutter of butterflies dancing in my stomach, a constant reminder of the connection we shared.
The words my mom said before the wedding kept coming back to me, making me feel uneasy. I wanted to forget what she said, but it kept popping into my head.Now, here I am, on what was supposed to be a romantic honeymoon with Vincenzo, but it's turning out to be anything but.We landed in the Maldives a few hours ago after a really long and uncomfortable flight. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I tried to act like everything was fine, but it wasn't easy.I knew he was mad at me, and I guess it was my fault for upsetting him. But what I said was just the truth.I don't see the point of this fancy honeymoon when he can have me whenever he wants. That's just how things are between us. So why is he so upset?And when he says he cares about me, what does that even mean?Does he really care about me, or is it just something people say without really meaning it? I wish I understood him better. Maybe if we talked about it, we could clear things up.But then again, may