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
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