“You should have listened to him, Valerie. You should have planted a bountiful garden—no, a bountiful forest of hatred for him!” I looked at the wall outside the window. The plant there lost its color, dried, and is soon to fall down. It was a totally dead plant, seeking a drop of water coming from above.I was really jealous of that little plant on the wall because I thought it was free from anything that chained it. But I was wrong to think that freedom is something that centered on a person or a thing that was living outside of jail, walking on the street, and passing by with many people. The little plant was outside, but it was not free from the end of its life. I know that it could be more beautiful and green if it was only planted on healthy soil. I sighed, returning to one seated sofa, crossing my legs, and taking the book from the table was the only choice that I had. My husband put books here, but he didn't put anything useful. I've read this story of the little mermaid n
She held my hand, looking at me like she was suspecting me as possessed by a woman who admired my husband for a long time. “Is this for real? Are you true to your words? You might have misunderstood your feelings, ma'am.”“It's true that I miss him. It is really him who I want to see. And that is what I want to happen, Amia.”“Is it not your parents you missed?” I sighed harshly, annoyed by the repeating questions from Amia.“Amia, when I say El is what I want to see, El is what I want to see! Don't give me other options because that won't help ease how much I miss my husband!”“I-Ironic…”"Yes, Amia. I know it is the most ironic thing right now, so tell me if you will help me or you can't do something about it. I also don't want to hope for nothing,” I said, sulking at Amia because of her eyes that were staring at me as if she didn't believe the words I told her.Amia's shoulders rose when she took a deep breath; they also fell immediately when she released the air she briefly held
Without a fuss, I accepted his warning wholeheartedly. It might be dangerous to love my husband, but hating him will put my child’s sake at risk. My child was reacting inside my womb whenever I tried to speak ill to his father. He shot me an emotionless gaze.“Are you satisfied now that you've seen me? Can I leave now?”I smiled at him. His body moved to face the door, which makes me a little bit melancholic. Yet, I remembered about his words—that I should not love him. Also, my own words popped in my head, making me hear my own voice telling me that all I asked from him was letting me love him and no reciprocation at all. “El,” I called him, rushing to catch the hem of his sleeve. “Woman, you are depressing, annoying, and bullshit. Can you please let me go now? I have a sudden headache because of you.”“El, visit me here...often.”He bowed at me, having a smile on his face. “Is my absence a total destruction of your sanity, my wife?”“Yes, El. I think I'm getting crazy whenever
My eyes were focused on him, trying to absorb what he said. What does he mean? That he won't hurt our child? Why? I mean, I thought he hated me and wouldn't give me time to rest from the sufferings I will experience from him? But why was he so angry about me hiding our child from him? “El, why are you so mad at me? You won't hurt me if you find out I'm pregnant?” “Yes, woman! That's why I'm burning with my anger towards you now. You let me lay hands on you even though you know you're carrying the heir to all the wealth I have! You are crazy!” I stood up and tearfully approached him to thank him for his kindness. “El, I was really scared; that's why I hid from you that I was pregnant. I thought you would hurt me and make us suffer—me and our child." He looked at me, his eyes were blank and unreadable. “No father wants his child to suffer and get hurt, except your father, who prioritizes money over you, Valerie.” I bowed, ashamed of what he said. I evaluated my father,
“Are you sure that it won't harm my child, woman? If it will, I will never regret ending your life.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “El, the baby wants it. I think we were rightly guessing his gender. He probably likes businesses like you do. Apparently, he's a boy...” He sighed, forcing himself to endure me. He doesn't like me clinging to him, yet he could do nothing but let me do everything I want because I'm telling him that it was our child's. He was a thoughtful father, withstanding my presence for his child.We were at the backseat, sitting down together and close to each other like a real sweet couple. Martin was driving for us. Sometimes I caught his eyes in the mirror, looking at us with a smile on his face. But as long as I can avoid him, I will do that. I don't want El to feel jealous of him again, it might be a reason for El's anger and will result in hurting me again. Martin was really kind. I don't want him to get involved in whatever issues I have with my husba
The furniture industry focused all the companies and activities involved in the design, manufacture, distribution, and sale of functional and decorative objects of household equipment. That's what the internet said about it.And El was freaking smart, using his furniture company to cover what he was hiding behind it. He was really a business tycoon.While walking around, I was busy enjoying every beautiful and eye-catching design of household equipment. I was totally amused and surprised. I remembered the bed I used to have in my parents' home, it was exactly the same as the one that was displayed near the stairs off to the second floor.The bed I saw pulled me towards it, standing to better see the beauty of the work. Every detail of the bed was carved beautifully. The one who did this must be light-handed, as no exaggeration is seen in the design.Mommy bought the same bed as this one on my sixteenth birthday. She told me that my bed should always be beautiful, it should be like th
The surroundings were deeply silent. The sound of a falling phone that slipped from his hand was heard after a few seconds, yet no one among us wanted to let our lips depart. My fingers crawled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat in the most unusual manner. My feet rose, tiptoeing to make him comfortable with the kiss we shared in the middle of the malfunctioning elevator. His fingers slid into my hair at the back of my head, assisting my head in following the rhythms of his gentle kiss. How could this be? Every time that he was letting his tongue slide into my mouth, I was like a flower that was wanting to bloom and let the butterfly suck the nectar from my wholeness. The entire elevator was dark because the flashlight of his phone was covered, but the more I close my eyes, the brighter I see. He was successfully taking out the fear I had. I was wondering why my tears fell down when our kisses became deep and passionate. It might be because he told me to never take it seriou
I didn't talk to him, even looking at him seemed like a difficult thing to do. Since I was a child, this is how I feel. I get annoyed and sad when what I want doesn't happen. But I have to obey him because he might not be able to hold back if I convince him more. He was the first to get out of the taxi when we arrived. I followed, I didn't wait for him, I immediately entered the compound. “Ma'am, what's wrong?!”I just passed Amia. I went straight upstairs. I slammed the door and locked it. Even the way I sit on the bed was forced. Later, I heard the sound of someone trying to open the door. I knew it was him.“Hey! Woman, open the door!”He knocked, but I lay down instead of opening the door for him, acting like deaf.“Valerie, open the door! Take a shower, and we'll go to your OBGYN's clinic!”I took the pillow and covered it over my ears, ignoring him, screaming and pounding his fist on the door. I gently removed the pillow when I no longer heard his voice and his knocking. “B
—Eldifonso Suarez—5 Years AfterI'm sitting in my office chair and working steadily. Suddenly my son's picture flashed on my laptop screen, the delayed ring of the messenger caught my attention. A wide smile drew my lips as I answered his call. His blonde and curly hair first appeared in the camera. He was playing with his favorite Dino on his bed and making a strange sound, imitating the dinos in his talking book I bought for him when he was still at one. “Hey! Kiddo, you're playing again. Have you eaten your lunch?!” I asked him. He shook his head, and now his eyes were focused on me. “Stop calling me, kiddo! Will you, mask man?” He rolled his inherited eyes from his mother, the woman I killed using my own hands. Actually, I could have used a gun to kill Valerie, but I thought our maids and butlers would hear a gunshot and would definitely point me as a killer. I drugged her until she died on the veranda of my room. I then pulled her towards the bed and told the assistants th
Currently, I was walking down the middle of the room, and I slipped through the door to its veranda. There I saw him holding the lying post. He ordered Amia to call me from my room and come here. I don't have any clue what he is going to say. “El?”Because he was wearing a loose white top and bottom, his body stretched through the fabric when the wind blew. Every curve in his abs and even his V-line is also marked on the fabric he is wearing. His wavy hair fell back but became a mess as the wind blew them. He was with his smooth blue mask, and it doesn't change the fact that he's really hot. “I'm glad that you came. You're about to give birth, Valerie. I hope you're not thinking about anything else. Doctor Moore said you should be more careful now because you're about to give birth to my son.”I bowed, but what I saw was not the floor I was walking on, but my stomach, which was too big compared to the previous months of my pregnancy. I headed to the veranda rail and held on to i
I got up from sitting. I violently wiped the tears from my eyes, and it was like a piece of stone if I threw it on each side of my body.Crying, I went to my cabinet, took the big luggage, and opened its zipper. I took my things from the cabinet drawers and also those that were hanging inside it. “Fuck!” I cussed, realizing that I don't own any of these things. The clothes, jewelry, sandals, and bags are not mine. All of them were bought by my demon husband. And one thing is for sure, there is a big possibility that this is from his illegal business. “Valerie!”I sniffed, looking at the door that was moving back and forth, trying to free itself from its frame. He was behind that door, and I couldn't stand to see him. If we talk about the love in my heart for him, it cannot be compared to the distance from Earth to heaven. I love him that much, but innocent people are dying because of him.“El, let me go, please!” I said out loud. He kicked the door so hard that it broke its lock,
“Woman, I don't care where they use the guns from me. Don't say some shits about it.”“What about the lives that die from the bullets of your guns, El? What if there are old people, children, or maybe even pregnant women who die because of the bullets from those guns?”He sighed heavily. I can't tell if he feels guilty or if he's mad at me again because I say so much.“I thought you were tired. Why are you talking so much?”“El—”“Valerie, if you're tired, can you rest and not say more? I'm tired too, Valerie. And you're making me even more tired!”“I pity the innocents who suffer, El!”“You and my child will be worse off if I don't do this, Valerie. Can you think of my child before you think of others? This is for his future. For the future of my family! And this is for my own sake!” He looked away from the window. “I should not get back from the life I had before. It's traumatic!”I sighed out of relief when he looked in front of him.“El, it's your obsession and not about the peopl
I was gripping on the wall behind my back, asking any fucking guardian to save me from this unwanted and creepy moment, whoever hears me.As he was only five more steps away from me, I removed my right hand, and it moved to my chest, which was very tight. I felt like I couldn't breathe because of El's gaze that almost swallowed me. My eyes were open while my tears kept falling down on my belly. “D-Don't!” I shouted, expecting my death to be served like food ordered in the counter of a restaurant.I suddenly became deaf when everything went silent after he pulled the trigger of his pistol that was aimed at my chest. My lips trembled, and I continued to cry, looking at the finger-size hole at the point of the pistol, thanking it for not spitting its bullet.I only let out air one by one because of what El did. “Come on, Valerie. Everything I told you is the truth. Your parents are demons. Like me, they also wear masks in front of many people.”My butt hit the cold floor because of th
In the sixth month of my pregnancy, El decided to take me to the place where he does what kind of illegal business he has. I have clues, but I still want him to take me there and see whatever illegal products he has with my own eyes. In my head, what I think of his illegal business is cocaine, or maybe it's morphine, hallucinogens, and what else drug addicts often use. “Why are you like that, Valerie? Are you thinking about how to reveal my deep secret to the public?” he asked me while we were inside the elevator. We are here in the same elevator where we were stranded before. “El, how can you say that? I can't do that.”“Really? Despite everything I've done to do something inhumane against you? You wouldn't do that? You wouldn't try to run away and spread to the whole world that the man everyone admired had a dark secret? That it wasn't my hard work that grew all my business but my dirty little secret?”“El, you are the father of my child. More than that, I love you very much, e
A moment later, El entered. He approached me. Before he sat down next to me, he gave Doctor Moore a wide smile. “How are they?” he asked. Even though he doesn't love me, I know that his tone was sincere when he raised his question to Doctor Moore. “They are fine, Mister Suarez. Your wife can't really be stressed. It's very good of you; you brought her here after such a traumatic incident in the elevator. Because of what you did, the condition of the fetus in your wife's womb was checked and confirmed that it was in a good condition.”“What should I do to keep Valerie away from stress? I noticed that she whines constantly when she doesn't get everything she wants. Sometimes the things she wants are dangerous, so I'm afraid to give them to her.”It's like drinking a happy antidote while listening to him. Earlier, he was causing me pain and sadness, now he makes me happy with the way he is interested in my pregnancy. “Mister Suarez, pregnant women have different cravings. Sometimes we
I thought I could resist my desire to receive love from my husband, but I suddenly realized that I want more than my feelings.I don't only want to give him all my love, spending to give him my attention, making him see the love that I have for him. I want to be loved back. People say when you love, all you want to do is give your all without asking for something in return. But at this present time, experiencing that one-sided love I heard from people, I thought the opposite. I wanted to receive love in return. I was thirsty for his love, for his attention, and for his care. All of them are what I want to own. The water from the shower landed on my bare skin, trying to make me feel the cold it brings. Yet my heart was colder than its temperature. The absence of my husband's love was the reason why. I looked up, studying myself. Why I fell in love with my devil husband when I saw his bad character. And I was wondering what else of himself he was hiding from me. I was in the bathro
I didn't talk to him, even looking at him seemed like a difficult thing to do. Since I was a child, this is how I feel. I get annoyed and sad when what I want doesn't happen. But I have to obey him because he might not be able to hold back if I convince him more. He was the first to get out of the taxi when we arrived. I followed, I didn't wait for him, I immediately entered the compound. “Ma'am, what's wrong?!”I just passed Amia. I went straight upstairs. I slammed the door and locked it. Even the way I sit on the bed was forced. Later, I heard the sound of someone trying to open the door. I knew it was him.“Hey! Woman, open the door!”He knocked, but I lay down instead of opening the door for him, acting like deaf.“Valerie, open the door! Take a shower, and we'll go to your OBGYN's clinic!”I took the pillow and covered it over my ears, ignoring him, screaming and pounding his fist on the door. I gently removed the pillow when I no longer heard his voice and his knocking. “B