"The doctor said your uterus was injured. And you would have difficulty having children. And because of that, you gave up instantly," Abigail's response made Flavia tense. "Even though all this time, you've been the one to comfort others. But you didn't even accept it when others tried to comfort you.
"For God's sake, Via. You were only diagnosed with 'difficulty' and even then there was still a fifty percent chance of hope. You weren't declared infertile. But then, as if hell opened its doors in front of you, you became desperate.
"So many irrational fears filled your mind. You always wanted to make others happy regardless of your own happiness. You didn't want Uncle to be unhappy because if he was with you, there was a high chance he wouldn't have children. You were afraid of my grandmother's rejection. And there are still many other fears you have.
"Yet, only you know that your fears might not necessarily be Unc
They arrived at Gladwin's apartment. The first thing that captivated Flavia about the place was the wide window fully lined with thick glass and also the balcony. "I hope little by little, by staying here, your memories can slowly come back," Gladwin whispered with a smile on his face. His hand lifted and gently stroked Flavia's head. "For the past four years, this place has been my residence. And every time you had a college vacation, you often spent time here. So actually, this place is quite familiar to you," Abigail said as she placed her bag on the table. "That's the room we usually stay in," Abigail pointed out as she led Flavia to one of the rooms among the two in the apartment. Flavia observed the room, the inside of which was painted in white. Even the furniture inside was all white. "But now that you've become Uncle's wife, your room moves over there," Abigail pointed to a door dire
Flavia was surprised. Previously, Flavia knew that Gladwin's twin sister was her stepmother. But goodness, Flavia was shocked because her stepmother looked so young and beautiful. "Yes, Mother. You're the one who came and proposed to me to become your father's wife," she said with a sweet smile. Flavia bit her lower lip, more out of embarrassment. A gentle stroke touched her head, and it was her father's hand. Flavia could distinguish the feeling because it was different. "He's your Altezza uncle," Antony said, nodding his head towards the tall and handsome man with a stubbled face. The man gazed at Flavia for a moment before winking playfully, causing Flavia to startle. Her uncle deliberately teased her, prompting the tall woman to elbow his stomach quite hard, making him wince. "And that's his wife, Adaline. In her arms is their newborn baby, Baby Rayyan. They're the parents of the twins, F
Apartment, Claire's house, and Adaline's house have become regular places visited by Flavia. If Gladwin is not at the apartment, then Abigail will take her to Claire's place. But if both Abigail and Gladwin cannot accompany Flavia, then Claire will pick her up at the apartment and take her to Adaline's place. Why is that? This is done so that Flavia is not alone in the apartment. Flavia is not a coward who can't stay alone, but they always accompany Flavia because they guard against the possibility of Gladwin's mother and her allies terrorizing Flavia and making her ill again. And the allies in question are Phoebe and Penelope Madsen. Flavia and Gladwin have finally received their valid marriage certificate. Without having to wait long and with the help of Antony and Claire, they easily obtained the documents. As for the wedding reception, Flavia still refuses it. And Gladwin chooses to comply with his wife's wishe
Flavia woke up feeling sore all over, especially in her intimate area. Instead of stretching her muscles, she chose to stay lying down, not wanting to let go of the warm feeling pressing against her back and Gladwin's strong hand embracing her stomach, to which she responded by clasping Gladwin's hand against her back. Gladwin's warm and steady breaths blew against her neck. Now, Flavia was officially a wife. Fully belonging to Gladwin. Happiness bubbled within her heart for no apparent reason. Flavia glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Morning was approaching, and she was about to get out of bed, but Gladwin held her back. "Where are you going?" he asked with a hoarse voice, typical of him waking up. "To shower, it's already morning," she replied softly. Gladwin got up, placed his elbow under his head, and supported it with his palm. "Wanna shower together?" he teased. Flavia sho
The elapsed time feels short because we enjoy it too much. It's so leisurely that twenty-four hours in a day don't seem enough.Flavia and Gladwin's routine is always the same. Working, coming home, and enjoying the rest of the day together. Two months passed by just like that. Flavia has begun to manage the café again and started working on reports with the help of her stepmother, Claire. Meanwhile, her studies had to be temporarily postponed. It's a pity, but what can be done? Her current condition doesn't allow it. Besides, Gladwin also asked her not to worry too much. Excessive stress is not good for her head.Apart from the café, Flavia once again only spends time with her cousins. Since the last meeting with her mother-in-law, Flavia hasn't seen her again. And Gladwin hasn't visited her either.Cruel? Some people might judge Gladwin's action of not meeting his mother as cruel. But Gladwin does all of
Ten minutes before twelve o'clock, Flavia heard the door to her office being knocked, and the figure that Gladwin had been trying to keep away from her appeared before Flavia with her broad grin."Gladwin can't come this afternoon, can he?" the woman asked, to which Flavia didn't respond at all because she knew the woman's question was rhetorical. "Not offering me a seat or perhaps a drink?" she asked again. Her friendly demeanor seemed too forced."Please, have a seat, Doctor Madsen," Flavia invited, and Phoebe sat back on the sofa, leaning casually as if the room were hers."Just call me Phoebe. Your room is quite comfortable, I must say," she looked around Flavia's office, assessing it. "Rich people's offices are classy." Whether it was praise or sarcasm, Flavia couldn't distinguish. She pressed a button on her desk phone and asked someone to bring drinks to her office."What brings you here?" she
Flavia shook her head, hoping the pain would fade away. The muscles behind her eyes seemed to tense up. The throbbing felt painful, blurring her vision. She tried to open the drawer, searching for the pain relief medication prescribed by Eijaz. Instead, her rolling chair accidentally pushed back, and her foot unintentionally stepped on the hem of her skirt, causing her to fall onto the floor on both knees."It feels like marrying your own niece. I prefer women who aren't too much younger." That was Gladwin's voice.Every memory that entered her head only made Flavia's head hurt more. Her vision was blurred. She tried to shake her head again, trying to push away all those memories so they wouldn't come back. But it was futile. She saw Phoebe sitting quietly on the sofa. There was no intention from her to move and help."Two months, Flavia. That's all that's left. Let him go, let him be with me. A woman who's clearly more
Flavia's POVMemories stirred within me. The woman's words unintentionally brought back all my memories. And now, the man looked at me with his sad gaze."Uncle?" The word slipped out of my tongue. I should've bitten my tongue. The face of the man I loved now paled in surprise. I shouldn't have addressed him like that. Didn't we agree that I would call him 'Dear'?Yes, my memory returned. And the memories during my memory loss were still intact, not a single one lost."Via..." I turned. Abigail was still faithfully waiting for me, always like that. Oh God, my heart felt grateful yet sinful towards her. Why was she always good to me even though I always acted wickedly towards the people she loved? Towards Gladwin and the man's mother."Abby..." I greeted. The girl held my hand, squeezing it tightly. Somehow, I felt desperation in that squeeze. Or was it just my thoughts?"What's happening? Do you remember something?" She asked,