Sara POV "He is a grown man now, and he is not living with me." She placed the soup bowl on the table and sat on the side stool near the bed. "Did he come here to meet you?" I asked her to tell me more about her feelings for him. "No, he didn't come here; now he doesn't even talk to me." Tears filled her eyes. "Please don't cry, Aunty." I wiped away her tears because I already knew the whole story and didn't want to reopen her old wound. "Sometimes we make grave mistakes for which we must bear the consequences for the rest of our lives." Her gaze remains fixed on the floor, and her tone is filled with seriousness. I was well aware that she was talking about her betrayal of Aron, so I quietly nodded my head when I heard her. "Sara, I attempted to communicate with my son numerous times, but he refused to engage with me once he caught me in the act." I'm not sure why she's opening up to me, but I feel awful about lying to her about myself once more. "We never had a positive relati
Aron POV "Aron, where's Sara?" As soon as I entered the house, Jerry questioned me with eagerness. "I didn't find her; she left that place before I reached there." Once again, I feel sad about my loss. "Don't lose hope. Aron, I am sure you will find her soon." She patted my shoulder. "I don't know Jerry; maybe I will never find her again." I let out a heavy sigh at my failure. "Have some time to relax; I will bring coffee for you." She left me alone in the hall and walked towards the kitchen. "Where are you, Sara? I hope you are safe and fine." I closed my eyes and thought of her again. Who was that man? Why did he run away after seeing me?Was Uncle Joe there? No, I don't think he was Uncle Joe. What if he was Uncle Joe and tried to molest her like he did in her childhood? When I imagined her with Uncle Joe, my blood boiled. He can't touch her now; she's my woman. But it's possible that she ran away from that place because of him; otherwise, what's the reason she ran away from
Sara POV "Sara, you haven't dressed up yet; we need to go shopping." She opened the room's door and looked at me. "Just give me five minutes." The thought of being caught red-handed had already made my heart race, and seeing her in front of me made me feel even more nervous. My broken leg recovered after one month, so she wanted to take me to the nearby market because I hadn't stepped outside her house at that time. Although I put his number on her phone's blacklist, I was still afraid when her phone buzzed with any number. Neil will try to call back on this number. When his phone is not connected to this number, how can I be so foolish as to believe that he won't call me on this number using a different number? Oh no, I have to do something to correct my mistakes. I have entirely overcome my guilt in just one month. As time passed, I realized that I had done nothing wrong by killing that monster. I forgot that I killed him, so I came here to protect myself from the police. Than
Aron POV Why is my mother's phone off right now? Over the past three days, I have attempted to contact her, but her phone has been inactive for the past few days. Is it possible that he was lying to me? Maybe Sara didn't call him. After all, how did she reach my mom? How could she find her when she didn't even know anything about her? No, he can't lie to me. I threatened him with a gun, so I doubt he would have the audacity to lie to me. I have so many questions, but right now, I can't seem to find the answers to any of them. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I desperately want to meet Sara, but I lose every time I reach so close to my goal. "Observe his every move." I contacted my detective and instructed him to monitor Neil's activities, as I am certain that Sara will reach out to him again. I feel enraged knowing that she called him to tell him about her whereabouts, but she doesn't call me all these days. Why hadn't she reached out to me? Did she start to hat
Sara POV "Life is a blank canvas that God provided for each of us and then gave us the freedom to decorate it however we pleased. Instead of giving someone else the paintbrush of our lives, we must accept complete responsibility for the pictures we paint on the canvas of our lives."In the dead of night, I read one of my favorite passages from my just-published book before leaving Ema's home. I don't want to lie to her anymore, even though I know she will be concerned about my abrupt departure from her life and home. She was a big help to me during my rough patch. I often considered telling her the whole truth, but I never worked up the nerve to do so. After much thought, I finally convinced myself to meet his other family. I'm not sure why he wanted me to meet them, but one thing is for certain—I still have a lot of secrets that have been kept from me since I was a young child. I didn't know my dad came from a wealthy family; therefore, I lived my entire half-life in poverty. My g
Aron POV "Aron, did you create all of this? I had no idea you were such a talented painter." As she looked at all the paintings, Jerry was taken aback. "I was also unaware of my hidden talent, but Sara made it possible for me to identify it." I peered at my freshly painted canvas. "I must say you made excellent paintings. Tell me what went through your mind while you painted these pictures." She gave me a curious glance. "Jerry, every painting I create captures both the wonderful and tragic parts of my life. If you look closely at this picture, you will discover that the unhappy Christmas night in my life served as the inspiration for this artwork." I took a quick look at the painting, which shows a teenage boy peeking out of his room window, watching his neighbors celebrate Christmas. "This painting, Jerry, reflects my past trauma with darkness. Do you remember the day you closed me in while I was trying to find a light?" I looked up at her face. She gave me a nod, then turned
Sara POV "Sara, please stay with us for a few days." My stepmother asked me to stay with her in this house. Before I answered her, I looked at Neil. He nodded at me to accept her request. I decided to stay with them for a few days to get to know them better before making any decisions, as I was unsure of how to handle such a situation. My stepsister and stepmother aren't as horrible as my neighbors and my dad told me. They're very sweet to me. They not only behaved kindly toward me, but they also treated Neil with respect. When I agreed to stay with them, my stepsister Ella showed me my room. I toured my vast villa in the evening. The building's captivating architecture astounded me. This is one of the town's older structures. Several builders are keen on transforming this structure into an opulent hotel. "Will you be selling this building, Sara?" As he was walking with me to take a tour of the building, Neil questioned me. "Of course not. Why will I sell this villa when it is t
Aron POV "Where are you, Sara?" I raked my finger through my hair. Why is God testing me so much? Every time he gives me optimism that I might find Sara this time, he dashes my hopes. "When did she leave this place?" I spoke with my mother. "She didn't even inform me that she was leaving this residence two days ago." Mom's voice expressed her anguish over Sara's departure quite plainly. "Were you aware of her whereabouts?" As I stared at her, I gave her a hopeful expression. "No, she gave me no information at all. She gave me no information about you. Could you at least tell me how you knew her?" She questioned me. "She's my wife." I exhaled deeply to let out my dissatisfaction with the situation. "What? How could she have kept from me such a major truth?" Mom appeared surprised to learn the truth. "The reason she didn't tell you about this is because I divorced her a few months ago; she didn't tell you about it." I don't want my mom to be frustrated with Sara for hiding the
Aron POV "Jerry?" I gave her a confused look. "Yes, she is Jerry's reincarnation." She nodded when she saw me. I agreed to give my daughter the name Jerry. I never thought hearing her pregnancy news would fill her with excitement. I thanked God for bringing her life to a normal pace since I couldn't afford to lose her. While we all mourned Jerry's passing, Jerry’s loss deeply affected her. My parents were overjoyed to see their little angel. I am grateful that Sara chose not to abort this child and instead allowed all of us to embrace this beautiful little angel. I have never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. I used to touch women to sate my hunger, but once I embraced my daughter, I realized that women are far more valuable to men than lust. Becoming a father filled me with a sense of responsibility, dedication, and respect for Sara even more. Even a month after my wife's delivery, I took care of her everyday requirements and restrained my need to touch her delicate
Sara POV "What have you just said?" I gave him a startled look. "Sara, I am sorry; please don't be angry. I'm not sure how or when, but trust me—it's not a mistake on my part." He nervously twiddles his fingers. "Tell me what you just said, Aaron." I asked him to repeat it. "You're expecting a child, Sara." He showed me the test results. "Is it true?" I raised my brow at him. "Yes." He gave a nod. "Thank you, God; I knew it; you can not stay away from me for a long time. She is coming, Aaron, just like she promised us before she passed away." I hugged him happily. He was surprised by my response when he learned I was pregnant. The void she left in my life was gnawing at me, so I pleaded to God day and night to get Jerry back. She took my death, so I drowned in guilt every day. Since her passing, I've spent the past few months locked up in my room, feeling completely cut off from everything. I spent my hours looking at the oak trees. I was amazed at this tree's rapid growth in
Aron POV "Jerry, open your eyes." After hitting Uncle Joe with a stone until he stopped breathing, I went back to Jerry. Uncle Joe stabbed a sharp piece of wood through her breast. She was struggling to breathe with her eyes closed. Jerry's blood stains Sara's white towel. Uncle Joe's blood is everywhere on my face. "You did a great job killing this monster, Aron." She was having trouble breathing. "Jerry, you will be all right." Sara looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "We've got to take her to the doctor." Sara asked me to take Jerry to the hospital. "You are right."Jerry asked me to stay here with her, holding my hand as I attempted to get up to go to the hospital. "Aaron, don't waste time. I have very little time, and I want to spend my last time with you." She attempted to communicate through her heavy breathing. "Sara, please sit here with me." She looked at Sara with tear-filled eyes. "I am sorry, Sara; please forgive me. You've had to endure all of this because of m
Sara POV His repulsive touch makes me sick to my stomach. I can't get out of here, even though I want to shove him away. I closed my eyes to surrender in front of my fate. He kissed me so hard that my lips swelled. My tears stopped flowing from my eyes. My body went numb, and I no longer felt the sensation of his hand moving. He forced me to lick his finger before inserting it into my vagina. He took hold of my hair and made me open my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. "Doll, don't glare at me; lick my finger." His eyes stared at my face with lust. My heart is filled with anger for him. I needed to open my mouth to lick his finger as he pulled my hair so tightly. He was moving his finger in and out of my mouth. I used all my effort to bite him, pressing his finger under my teeth. "You witch… I can't believe you bit my finger." He slapped me in the face. His strong slap on my face left my ear numb. "I thought to play with your body a little bit before fucking you, bu
Aron POV "Where are you, Sara?" I searched the entire house, but I could not locate her. I noticed the kitchenware scattered over the floor when I tried to prepare her for some herbal tea to help with her fever. I completely forgot to close the windows before rushing out the door to fetch the ingredients for the herbal tea. If I knew there would be a severe storm today, I would have taken extra precautions to lock all the windows. After making herbal tea, I walked into her room to wake her but was surprised to find her not in bed. "Where could she go now?" I looked all over the terrace, the garden, and the restroom for her, but I couldn't find her. Where can she go when she's so feeble, especially during such inclement weather? Now I'm concerned about her. Suddenly, my heart feels so heavy. I feel like something bad will happen. I heard a knocking sound on the door, so I ran towards the hall in hopes of finding Sara there, but I was surprised to see Jerry standing in front of me.
Sara POV "Aaron, I need water." My throat dried up, and my lips trembled for water. I tried to open my eyes, but thick stones covered my eyelids. My entire body hurts. All of my bones feel broken. My head is really heavy. I feel as though someone has placed my body on a frozen surface. My body feels so cold. "I need water."When I didn't hear a sound, I tried to move my hand to get the water mug from my side table. I didn't find a water mug on the side table, so I hardly opened my eyes. "Where are you, Aaron?" I tried to shout to call him here, but because of my weak body, my voice felt like a whisper to me. I had to get out of bed and head to the kitchen because I was so thirsty. I gathered all my remaining strength and went to the kitchen. I feel a strange suffocation today. Besides the pain, I have a terrible feeling that something awful is about to happen. Icy wind and dark clouds covered the environment. I filled the glass with water so I could sip. Why did Aron open all the
Aron POV What happened to her? I had never seen her so terrified before. She only got so scared when she had panic attacks, remembering her uncle Joe, so why was she afraid so suddenly today? She keeps saying that someone on this island is always watching us and following us around. Why is she feeling that way? Did she have some kind of mental illness? I don't think she has any problems. Her mind seems to be in good health. Then why is she making jokes about Uncle Joe's passing with me? I saw that man just one month ago, and he seems healthy and fine. When he saw me outside Sara's house, why did he flee? Before I could inform her about the incident, she made fun of me and said that she had killed Uncle Joe. Aron, please come inside the house. What are you doing there? Her voice interrupted my internal conversation. I took the dried, red-painted wooden piece and considered using it to further tease her. When I touched the wood, it held my fingerprints. How on earth is it possible t
Sara POV "W..who..which men are you talking about?" My tongue stammered when I questioned him. "I recognized a man from your old album. I mistakenly believed it to be your Uncle Joe because he was standing directly behind you while you were cutting the cake." He stared directly into my face. Should I tell him the truth now? I am afraid of what he will think of me after knowing the truth. "Sara, why are you quiet?" His voice burst my mental bubble. "Ye..yes." I nodded my head. "What will you do, Aron, if you discover that I killed someone?" I glared fearfully at him. "Sara, what kind of joke is this?" He burst out laughing. "How could you murder a man when you can't even kill a mosquito?" He laughed so hard that he wiped away his tears. "But I did kill Uncle Joe by accident." I tell him the truth. "I did assassinate Queen Victoria, too." He laughed at me. Now, how should I make him believe in me? He didn't take my word seriously. If I told him that I saw Uncle Joe's ghost ev
Aron POV "Aron, please check your phone network." She asked me to check my phone. "Oh yes, I completely forgot about that." I retrieved my phone from my bag and checked the phone network. "Now it functions." "Please call Jerry and ask her to send some clothes for me." She asked me to call Jerry's phone number. "However, it is now three in the morning." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "So what? We are in such a remote area with no phone network, so it's better to tell her now before the phone network disappears." She gestured for me to press the dial button. "OK, my dear wife." I dialed Jerry's number on her behalf. "What do you want? How could you call me at such an early hour? Where is your wife?" After calling, she became irate with me for interfering with her sleep. "I apologize, Jerry. Sara asked you to send her some clothes because she was having problems with the bikinis you had selected." Her tone of anger made me laugh. "You called me at such an early hour just