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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
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ARROW’S POV The melodic tune of my phone, breaking the silence of dawn, pulled me from my sleep and out into the sunshine, calling for a new day to begin. Somehow this sleep I had last night felt different, more restful, and I attributed that to the fact that I had finally made some sort of peace with myself. "Surely, this must be the result of the fabricated peace I've managed to keep busy with myself," so I whispered faintly under my breath. Lethargically, I got up, pushing myself away from the bed because it seemed to want to enjoy the reminiscences of a long and calm night. I neared Kalmia by the bed, overwhelmed by the beauty of her sleeping visage. How peaceful and calm it looked in the deep realm of slumber! I bent down and kissed her forehead. She stirred slightly, but the beautiful world she belonged to was untouched by me. I stood there for a second in awe of her sleeping beauty, drinking her in with my eyes. Her eyelids fluttered again, almost as if in pursuit of some
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ARROW’S POV My injuries were heavy to carry so I sunk into my chair as betrayal and treachery found a fit description for my musing. The happenings of the morning were on replay, rehearsing each excruciating scene with pain that refused to be soothed. My mind could not think straight at all; all I had was this jumbled mass, a confused wreck, as I was desperately trying to find some rationale in the midst of this whirlwind that had so completely disrupted my life. Reality fractured; either I was literally insane or abstractly bombed, for the ground beneath me lay in complete anarchy. Kindness on her part must have compelled my PA to somehow intrude into my thoughts; he was still speaking when I could not summon sufficient energy to give a verbal response. "Good day, sir," he voice flowed like a soft breeze that danced in summer. "A meeting is scheduled with Enzo Company Ltd." I barely lifted my head to consider him; my eyes were fixed on an invisible point below the floor. Others wo
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ARROW’S POV There I stood paralyzed into surprise, then the words poured out of my mouth, "But I'm apologizing," where my voice had a shock between confusion and concern. I could not believe what was going on. There she was, blazing with rage, the anger between us so thick it could almost be felt as an entity of its own. Her burning gaze seared into me as she hissed at me with poisonous words. Of course she was angry, boiling angry, deep down. Tension radiated from her like waves crashing at the seashore. Breath should not break this silence; on that principle, I went out of the kitchen, leaving her all alone with her anger and resolved not to ignite that fire further. My walk to the room is greatly embarrassed by the knot formed at the bottom of my stomach. It feels like I am losing my wife; she is sneaking away from me, and I have no clue how to prevent that situation. This thought gave me the feeling of having something sharp twisted in my heart. I sat down on the edge of the be
