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
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Renia's POV.Three years later. I let out a ~oof when I felt the bed dip and one person was holding my legs and tugging on them while the other was tapping me repeatedly trying to wake me up. “Mummy, wake up. You promised to get ice cream with us.” Asher’s boyish voice said. He sounded like he was talking directly into my ear and I know he was because apparently, talking directly into my ear makes me hear him louder. Like he wasn’t being loud enough. “Come on, Mummy. Wake up.” Alisa demanded from the foot of the bed. Yes, she demanded. She is one hell of a spoilt kid. I told you she would be the heartbreaker. She has grown so much and her features are clearly her father’s. She looks just like him just that she has red hair and he doesn’t and her attitude is not from here. While Asher is all smiles and sunshine, Alisa is the exact opposite. Always grumpy and ready to fight, extremely picky and unfriendly. She doesn’t warm up to people easily. The only person she actually gets along
Renia's POV. Two weeks later. Two weeks later and I am still very much in love with my babies. Lucy was right when she said I would never want to let go of them again. I just enjoy staring at them. It still amazes me how I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever. Granted, I don't have a single memory of giving birth to them but then they are all mine and I carried them in my stomach. Raphael and I made those beautiful kids. It doesn't cease to amaze me. Alisa and Asher have been the best baby yet. I used to think all babies do is cry and cry and cry but my babies are kinda different. They only cry when they want to be held or fed or when it is time to change the diapers. My cast is long gone now so I can hold them all I want. I had to stay in the hospital for about a week plus because the doctor wanted to monitor my health and my children's health. He said he needed to make sure everything was fine before giving us the go-ahead to go home. I got a surprise when I got back home
Renia's POV. "What are you saying, Renia?" That was Lucy. I didn't take my eyes off Raphael though. I don't know why but it felt like he is the only one who can understand me. I don't know how that would be possible because I don't even understand myself. I shook my head and didn't bother trying to stop the tears that were falling. "I can't do it. I don't think I can do it, Raphael. I don't know if I can do it." I said repeatedly. Raphael nodded and sat down beside me on the bed pulling me closer until I could bury my face in his neck. He patted my hair and back repeatedly trying to calm me down but nothing was working. How did I go from being cherry and eager to meet my children to not want to meet them? What kind of a mother does that make me? What kind of a mother doesn't want to meet her children? Raphael pulled back from the hug and cupped my face gently. "Tell me what is wrong, Ren." He whispered. “I don’t know, Raphael. I am just scared. What if I drop them? What if they
Renia's POV. Water.I need to drink water. It felt like I have been on a fast for a long long time. The need to drink and get rid of my thirst forced me to open my eyes which I closed back immediately after I opened them. It was too bright. Too much light and white. Why is it that hospital rooms are always painted white? I don't exactly hate the color but it is also not a pleasant color to see when you are opening your eyes for the first time in days. I sighed and opened my eyes slowly this time, allowing my eyes to get used to the brightness. I took in the silent room and tried to sit up to get water for myself but the weight on my hand pushed me back down. Raphael's head greeted me when I looked down to see what was pulling me back. He was holding on to my hand in a way that was too tight but was also comfortable. He was so deep in his sleep that he didn't realize I was awake. I tried to smoothen his hair with my other hand and soon realized that I couldn't move that hand. I look
Renia's POV. My mouth tastes like cardboard. Like I haven't brushed in days and my head, well, it feels like I have been hit several times with a sledgehammer. I tried to move my hand to massage my temple but it felt like my hand was being held down by some heavyweight and I started feeling a slight ache in my shoulders, scratch that, my entire body was aching at this point. My head feels like I have been hit over and over again with a hammer and my shoulders felt like it was in the wrong place. My waist too, in fact, my entire body is aching one way or the other.I tried to open my eyes to see where I was but nothing. I tried so hard, I willed myself to open my eyes but it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and it has been glued together or something cause I couldn't bring myself to open them. I tried to move my hand or even squeeze it but it was like I could only do it mentally and nothing was actually moving, not even a little bit. It felt like my whole body is paralyzed and
Raphael's POV.Waiting has to be the most exhausting chore ever. I have never actually had to wait for something or someone so I never realized just how hard it was to wait for something, something that you have no control whatsoever over. This situation only made waiting worse. The fact that I don’t know if I am waiting to receive good news or bad news was making me exhausted both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t keep still and I couldn’t keep pacing. The pacing made me sick on the inside and sitting still made me anxious. I literally don’t know what to do with myself. I glanced at where Melissa and Javier were supposed to be sitting and couldn’t find them there. I couldn’t even bring myself to be shocked that they were no longer sitting there. I must have been too stuck up in my head to notice when they left. I need to do something with myself. I can’t just keep waiting but I still can’t leave here. I want to be here when the doctor comes out. I want to be here for my family.
Raphael’s POV. “What do you mean by that?” That was from me but it didn’t sound like it came from me. The voice sounded distant. Like the person who spoke was two rooms away from here. The doctor sighed his expression solemnly. “I am afraid we have to focus on one here, Mr. Knights. We either focus on saving the mother or the kids. We were hoping to get the bleeding under control and then deliver the babies but she is losing too much blood and too fast.” He said. “And so? Get it under control. It is your fucking job. Do I have to tell you what to do?” I exclaimed. He didn’t even flinch by how loud my voice was. He has to be used to patients’ families breaking down like this and raising their voices all the time cause he didn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed. The patient look on his face didn’t waver one but I could feel something else underneath. “What are you saying to us, doctor? You can’t ask us to choose.” Melissa cried. “I hate to do this too but this is really the only
Raphael's POV. I don't know how much time has passed. I can't even tell anything at this point. I answered the doctor's question like an unfeeling robot. I filled out every form that I was required to fill. It was like I was a walking dead. Like I was functioning but not really functioning. Like I was visibly alive but actually dead inside. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I did this. Renia is currently lying unconscious in the hospital because of me. I might not have pushed her down the stairs with my hands but I might as well have pushed her. Susan only came into our lives because of me. She hurt Renia because of me and I...I will make her pay for that. I will. I stood up from the chair that I didn't even realize I was sitting on and started heading out of the hospital without even thinking it through. I need to hurt someone and that someone would be Susan. It doesn't matter that I have never raised my hand to a woman before. None of it matters. The need to hurt her. T