DanaWhen I opened my eyes, I noticed the mattress sunken beside me. The room was almost dark, but I recognized Demian's face next to me.It was hard to believe, but we had slept in the same bed after months of not doing so. I could catch every little detail of his face and felt tempted to touch it while he slept. I always had the habit of touching Demian's face when I saw him sleeping, but I no longer had the right to do so.My eyes were not content with just looking at him. My hands had an uncontrollable desire to feel his skin, but I knew I shouldn't do it. I didn't want Demian to wake up. Meanwhile, Demian slept peacefully beside me, and I wondered why he stayed.I remember falling asleep on his shoulder. I cried until I had no energy left. He laid me in bed for my comfort, but I don't know why he stayed with me. He could have left, but he chose to stay with me and keep me company.Demian didn't make it easy for me. While I wanted to forget him, Demian did everything possible not t
DanaI lost count of how long it had been since I felt my father's arms around me. A lump formed in my throat, but I mustered non-existent strength and promised myself I wouldn't shed a tear in front of him.Dad didn't deserve my tears. He had humiliated me before and hurt my mother. I didn't understand how he had the nerve to come to my mother's house to see me. I didn't want to imagine my mother's face when she saw him standing at her door. I knew they hadn't seen each other in years.Dad tightened his embrace. He stroked my back as if we were close and he was happy to see me. I knew he had some bad intention. I didn't know what he wanted to talk to me about. He and I had nothing to do with each other. He made that clear years ago.I felt confused. I didn't know how he found me here, but I guessed that Demian had told him about my stay at my mother's house. It bothered me that Demian shared that information with my father. He had no reason to do so. Last night, I fell asleep crying
Dana"Can I know what you're doing, Dana?" my mother asked me seriously."I don't know what you're thinking, Mom, but nothing happened with Demian. The only thing that connects us is our children, and he came to see me because he was worried about me. The question is why did you listen to Jeremy about not letting Demian in? It's not your decision. It's mine. I'm not five years old, Mom.""You refused to leave Jeremy when I told you to. Respect your husband, Dana. When Jeremy returns, Demian can come to see you.""Are you punishing me? Mom, not everything is as easy as you think.""What happened while Demian was here? Because even the sheets smell like his cologne."I was guilty. Demian and I didn't have an intimate moment last night, but he slept in the same bed as me until morning. It wasn't proper for a married woman. If Jeremy did that with a woman, I would be upset. I haven't behaved well. I stopped acting rightly a long time ago."I didn't sleep with him, if that's what you're th
DanaI didn't have any dressy clothes. I hadn't brought many outfits. I was only supposed to stay at my mom's house for a couple of days, and I didn't plan on going anywhere. But with my father's invitation, everything changed. I didn't have anything elegant to wear, but I decided to relax and put on whatever made me feel comfortable.Dad was going to take me to a fancy restaurant in the city. It was one of my favorite restaurants. I guess he wanted to impress me. It was almost time for my father to pick me up.I checked the time on my phone and noticed I didn't have any messages from Demian. He hadn't shown up all day. And he didn't come back to see me last night, which disappointed me."You look pretty," my mother said with a smile.I had noticed she had been sad since yesterday. Seeing my father hadn't been easy for her. I felt guilty about going to see him while she stayed here."It's casual clothing. I don't look the part for that place," I grimaced."But you look beautiful anywa
Dana"I have a surprise for you, Dana.""A surprise?" I raised my eyebrows."Yes. You'll see it in a moment."Dad ordered dinner. But he ordered too many dishes for just the two of us."We're two people, Dad. I'm pregnant. But I don't have that much appetite yet.""It's for everyone," he replied.Dad caught the attention of one of the waiters.Everyone? Who was "everyone"?"We're moving to the other table," he informed."What?" I raised my eyebrows.The waiter nodded and left. Dad looked at me with a smile.Dad took my hand and made me stand up. We sat at the long table next to ours."I don't understand, Dad. What are we doing here? We were fine at the other table. This table is reserved.""I reserved it for us," he replied.I heard footsteps behind me. I noticed my father's gaze shifted behind me. Dad's smile widened, and he stood up. I was afraid to turn around to understand what he was looking at, but I guessed what it was.His family? Rachel? His wife? Demian?"Dad?" I asked fearf
DanaI ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth. I was going to throw up at any moment.I reached the bathroom, went into a stall, and vomited. I felt tears running down my cheeks, but I didn’t pay attention to them. This wasn’t caused by the curse or the pregnancy. The nausea was provoked by their stupid comments, questions, and insistences. It was provoked by my father deceiving me and bringing me to a wedding celebration dinner without asking me.I feel like I should have behaved with dignity and firmness at the table so none of them would achieve their goal, but I couldn’t do it. The situation overwhelmed me, and my emotions overflowed.I held my stomach. It hurt, and the nausea didn’t go away.My stall door opened, and I looked up in horror to see who it was. I thought it was a stranger, but it was Demian who intruded on my privacy. He looked down at me from his tall height while I was crouched against the toilet. He saw my tears and noted my deplorable state. I felt pathetic.“Are
DanaDemian stopped me from leaving. He took my arm and turned me around to face him.I looked at him expectantly.“What do you want?”“I’ll take you home,” he offered.“And leave your wife at the table? On your wedding night? No, Demian. You have something more important to do. Attend to your wife. She’ll be angry about how you spoke to her earlier. I suppose you know how Rachel gets when she’s angry.”At this moment, I wished Jeremy were near me. I longed for his return and to take refuge in his sincere arms. Because his were truly sincere. I needed to hug him tightly and tell him everything that had happened. I knew he would be upset upon hearing it, but I needed to talk to him. Jeremy was my true companion.Demian called my name, but I didn’t pay attention. I left the bathroom and turned down a hallway. Demian followed me. I saw the table in the distance. I noticed Rachel’s mother saw me. Rachel quickly turned around. Everyone turned to see me.Did they want another round of humil
DanaMom went to the kitchen to give us privacy. If Jeremy was in town, I suppose he would want to go home soon. But tonight, I preferred to stay with my mother. I needed to tell her everything that had happened at the dinner.I had no strength to fight. My sad eyes begged Jeremy for compassion because my heart couldn't withstand a fight between us. All I needed now was a hug from Jeremy and to sleep.I shrank to one side. My heart was beating rapidly. I felt like a little girl being scolded by her father."Have you been crying?" he frowned and approached me."Yes, but I deserve it for going to that stupid dinner with my father. And I know you're upset because I came home with Demian, but nothing happened, Jeremy. I didn't even know he was going to be there. It was supposed to be a dinner between my father and me, but the damn idiot invited everyone and didn't tell me we were celebrating Demian and Rachel's wedding. They just got married, and they humiliated me at the table. They all