I booked the hotel', Michael wrote me. I checked the info he sent. One double bedroom ... ok, Sara, breathe. He slept with you in a bed already. You can move it apart and if that's not possible, you can sleep on the couch. 'Thank you.' 'The flying ticket is booked too.' 'Again, thank you.' 'Come up to my office.' I knocked once, and his voice loudly rumbled through the door. Once I entered, I spotted him leaning against his desk, hands in his pants and his jacket on his chair. Michael's hair was tussled but still looked stylish. Actually, the not perfect styled hair made him look younger, almost a boyish handsome. "I wanted to give you the list you'll need for the weekend. It's about the files I'll need." I took it from his hands carefully. "Are you angry you have to come along?" "No ... I'm nervous." "What about? It's a business trip." "But still ..." "We slept in a bed together. I thought you wouldn't mind repeating it." He brushed my hair back with a smile. "I'm not
Sara's POVThe first thing I did once I got home was lose it.I literally lost it.I had a meltdown.I tugged the covers off my bed and threw them away. He had slept on them. I would have burned them if I had a fucking lighter.I threw away the clothes he had seen me in. I threw away the clothes he had touched on me. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Like him. Like that fucking liar.I blocked his number.I threw everything away that was related to him in any sort of way:The stuff from work, the mug he had used after breakfast, the plate he had used, the shower stuff he had touched, the newspaper he had red; anything that I remembered about him, anything my fingers crawled onto I threw away, destroyed or yelled at.But only myself I couldn't throw away. So, I needed to distance myself as far away from him as I could.I took a sponge and scrubbed the spots he had kissed and touched until my skin was red and hurt at every movement. Now I had fully erased him from my life.That's when I slipped down
Beaumont's Enterprise POVHe couldn't remember the last time he had gone home, taken a break or stopped checking his phone for Sara.Today one week ago Sara had left the company and Michael could never forgive himself for it.She had yelled at him, yelled things that left him confused. He hadn't done anything. He hadn't said anything, why was she so angry at him? He cursed Eleanor's existence to mud, running his hand through his already messy hair and stalked down the corridor to his office.Usually the modern, simple kept offices, walls and corridors made him feel proud, were inviting and warm, but lately it left him empty and bland.They were nothing without her, nothing without her laughter echoing down the halls, nothing without her next to him, discussing the marketing ploy for a company regarding their credit.Mrs Flink rushed out the office with the files he had given her this morning. "I told you", he snarled at her. "I didn't-" "I don't care! You are fired", he yelled, then
Michael's POV"You can't continue like this, Michael", tatie's unforgettable voice made me groan loudly.My private pilot had flown me to the airport where my driver had picked me and the others up. Before I could even grasp what I was doing, I had stood in front of Marthe's house with my suitcase and briefcase in my hands and Marie and Gerard by my side.The first day I had laid in my room and did nothing, until the memories suffocated me, so I went out and ran from our village to the next, without even me noticing it. I collapsed the moment I entered the house and had slept at the entrance.The second day I didn't even spend another minute inside. I got up, brushed my teeth, went to the city and bought as much alcohol as I could.The 63-year-old woman stood there with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.If you looked at my mother's aunt, you would think she was my real mother. I had her eyes and her once blonde hair had been the same shade of mine, we even had the same nose. Sa
My shoulders slumped down and I grew frustrated, lost. How I missed her. How I fucking missed her.Her voice, her smile, her kisses, her arms, her jokes, everything about her.'Sat on the corner of the roomEverything's reminding me of youNursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happierAren't you?Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt youBut ain't nobody need you like I doI know that there's others that deserve youBut my darling, I am still in love with youBut I guess you look happier, you doMy friends told me one day I'd feel it tooI could try to smile to hide the truthI know I was happier with youBaby, you look happier, you doI knew one day you'd fall for someone newBut if breaks your heart like lovers doJust know that I'll be waiting here for you'The song ended exactly as we arrived the house and the button suddenly worked again. I cursed and slammed my head against the wheel. It seemed as if everything was mocking me.Gerard placed a tight hand on my shoulder an
I don't know when and how I had gotten home, nor when I had fallen asleep, but here I was, lying on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around me. I glanced around until I remembered where I was.Gordes. Aunt Marthe. The fight.Soft voices came from the kitchen as well as the smell of food. And it smelled delicious. Water collected in my mouth and my stomach grumbled. It wasn't a usual thing for tatie Marthe to prepare a big breakfast. We usually just ate a croissant and had a cup of coffee with it. Yesterday must have riled her up.I despised it when I worried my family. I didn't want them to baby me, nor did I want them to think of the times my parents had divorced. Yes, it had been hard and yes, my brother's death had made me get help from a psychiatrist, but I was at a better place now.I glanced at the calendar and my hunger disappeared almost immediately. It was the 27th of February.I plopped back onto the sofa, my mind loud, full of questions, confused.How has it already been 12
My heart folded together in pain, but I ignored it. I took her petite hand."My girlfriend is at home. We have ... argued a little and she decided to stay back." "Apologize. That makes mama happy." Rebecca shook her head with a smile. "I will, as soon as I see her." "Good!", Estelle stared at the floor with a smile. "Can she visit us too?" "I will bring her along next time", I said, trying to hide my pain with a smile.Rebecca pulled me into a hug as I passed by her. "Since when are you so tame?", I asked her with a forced smile. "Oh shut it! You know I worry about you as much as I worry about my kids." "I only seem to worry everybody." "You didn't have it easy. Neither of you did."She cupped my face. Then she smiled. "You still love her." "Is it that visible?" "If it weren't you wouldn't be so miserable. Drinking, smoking, not sleeping – but let me ask you something, Michael. Does it do you good?"I thought about it."No", was my final answer."How many days did you do thi
Aunt Marthe had this table, this god-awful old table, that had a wobbly leg and was annoying me to my very core. She had bought it when I had been 15 on the flea market and had placed it in the kitchen, where it was used as extra storage space.My uncle and I frowned at it any time it moved, any time we saw it, any time she refused to get rid of it.The reason why it was such a bad table was because she had built it herself.People often wondered why I could build, and the house of my aunt was what I would point them to. Somebody had to know how to handle tools, or else something would fall onto our heads at any time.I lifted my mug and the table wobbled; I furrowed my brows. "Let me buy you a new one – please." "Humbug! It still does its job and I love it, Michael!" I raised my brow at the wax and jam spots on the old walnut table. Tatie was usually against wooden pieces, but this one had stolen her heart. My aunt often joked she loved the table as much as she loved uncle."I'm su
I took a deep breath, catching his eyes. I knew the text by heart, so I just looked at him and forgot the paper in my hands."You were there when I needed you the most, at the hospital, as I recovered, and that twice. You tried your hardest to make me happy, you nearly broke your back in exhaustion but kept going. You stuck around and loved me with the same intensity. Just thinking about you makes me smile, seeing you happy makes me happy, seeing you sad makes me sad. And when you smile at me as if I were the only woman on this world, the best thing that could have happened to you, as if I were the biggest achievement of it all, one corner of your mouth always higher than the other, it's always the right one, with your dimples showing - my heart swells up with love and feels like it could explode. Even now, so many memories later."Michael cried silently with a smile. I wiped his tears away, continuing to speak."Life with you seems so much more intriguing and promising." My own voice
I mouthed and mouthed compliments to her, until she was beaming again and walking with a raised head.I heard dad laugh, but I couldn't stop staring at Sara - the rest of the room and people were pale, grey, boring compared to her. It disappeared in a blur, while all of my senses sharpened on her.And as she stood in front of me, I whispered: "Beautiful. Perfect." I took her hands. I needed to hold her, or else I would go insane. I leaned forward to this angel, almost not daring to move as if she could vanish suddenly, holding my breath at this perfect being that was really my wife! "I wish I could kiss you already", I whispered.Sara's cheeks and ear flushed and she leaned forward, making our foreheads touch. Her eyes were full of an expression that said 'do it'. And I nearly did, hadn't the woman spoken.And then - long minutes and many tears later, we were proclaimed as husband and wife - and I could finally, finally! kiss her.And I did. I poured all of my love into the kiss - an
Michael's POVDecemberNew York, the Rink at Rockefeller CenterMy old Sara was almost back. She was bubbly again, happy and talk-active, but non-stop or constantly clutched to me.I wanted that - so I could protect her.It's December, 4 months later after mon amour had been kidnapped.Sara parked the car and we both got out. I waited until she circled the car, then intertwined our hands as we went to the ice skating center.Our wedding was planned. Everything was organized, ready for the big day, waiting for us.We both had finished seeing our therapist, Sara just a few minutes ago. I had picked her up and let her drive us here, to surprise her. The dogs were looked after by Jess and Philipp for the few hours we would be gone.Now we were waiting for January 23rd, our unofficial one year anniversary and wedding date.With Sara in tow, her hands wrapped around my arm, while I had my arm propped up in a 90 degree angle, we went onto the ice.Sara giggled."What is it honey?", I turned
He had styled his hair how I loved it - with the curl falling onto his handsome face, the rest of his waves brushed back loosely. He looked as always proper and delicious in his suit - he had chosen a dark grey colour, a grey tie and a blush pink handkerchief to fit our theme; of course he thought of everything, my clever man!I spotted how he swallowed, how he beamed, how he bobbed his feet up and down in his excitement, how he wiped his eyes once again.Faster, faster, faster!Why was this aisle so damn long?Michael winked at me as he spotted how impatient I got. 'Love you', he mouthed.My heart was melting with love.Finally - finally we reached him. Dad hugged me, kissed my cheek.Then Michael and dad patted each other on the shoulder, then hugged. "Take care of her", dad said to him, making tears well up in my eyes. He handed me over, making me take Michael's hand. Dad squeezed our holding hands."Always", Michael whispered back to my father, then turned to me. "Beautiful. Perfe
Mum spotted my reaction and leaned over, whispering sweetly into my ear. "I think it was worth going out today."I nodded as she kissed my hair, tears blurring my vision.Maybe this was a sign that I would be awarded if I stepped out. Maybe this was a sign that not everything was cruel.I thought of Michael. I thought of how I sat close to him at work with another two friends close to me, friends I could trust and I knew had visited me during my unconscious time in the hospital.My lips trembled. I wanted to show Michael this dress. I wanted to show him what had made this day so special, besides waking up next to him.Betty and Olive, the two more than helpful female employees, helped me yet again in this dress and as Betty buttoned it up, Olive's eyes shone. "This is your dress, isn't it?"I looked at the small mirror in the changing room, my bottom lip shaking heavily.Who was this woman in the mirror? She was breathing taking with her big eyes and square face, with the hourglass bo
He talked to me about the wedding to cheer me up. He talked to me about our nephew and nieces, showed me videos of Adrien, Estelle and Sara. He talked to me about our babies and how the incident had only made his protective manner grow, and he showed that without a doubt.His hand quickly laid over my body when Hector got too close. When someone came in unannounced, he sent a death glare towards the door.The way he talked to me though, with this softness and this new-found love, only made me suspect more that he wanted a baby even more quickly.It was a nice technique to make me forget about my aching body, I must admit. And I let myself be endorsed in the baby talk, in the name choosing, in how the baby would change our lives - because honestly? After what had happened, I wanted to make the most out of my life. I wanted to have a baby with him.I wanted to live. I wanted to make the world a happy and safe place for my babies. I want to have all of Michael's babies and put more 'us'
Sara's POVAt first, I blinked.Then, unfamiliar faces appeared in a silhouette above me.The harsh light made me close my eyes again.Had the policemen turned on the light once they had found me?Was I free again?"Ms Basic?", the male voice asked, shaking my shoulder. "Are you awake Ms Basic?"I nodded, my head gradually starting to hurt.I weakly raised my arm, still disorientated where I was, who I was, what day and time it was?With my hand, I shielded my eyes from the harsh light and slowly opened them.Wait, I could move my hands?"Where ... am I?", I coughed, my throat dry."In the hospital, Ms Basic. Your fiancé brought you here after you were held hostage", the man explained. I turned my head slightly to see his coat.This was my doctor?Another hand moved around my body. I turned to see the light rose outfit of the nurse.I was in a hospital room ...?But that means - I had been rescued! I had really seen Michael!I jumped up; immediately their hands caught me.It all came
Sara's POVI panted and cried and whaled as Noah repeatedly stabbed my legs. In and out, always in a new spot. The wet sound echoed in my ear.My body had grown numb and cold to the pain once he stopped stabbing me.My vision only got worse.The corners turned black.I had trouble staying conscious.I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep."Why would you call him!?", Noah yelled. He grabbed my head. Everything was spinning. "Why why why? Why do keep on clinging onto him!? Is it because he has more money? Is it because he is a shameless flirt!? Is it because both of you are divorced!?"Noah grabbed a good chunk of my hair and with a swift swipe, cut off half my hair.He let my own hair fall onto me."I'll derange so much he won't love you anymore!", Noah yelled, his voice breaking. "And then I'll kill you - because you know what? A whore like you isn't worth this pain! If I can't have you, nobody can have you!"Noah cut off the other half of my hair."The more I look at you, the more
Sara's POVNoah's tongue slipped out of my mouth, causing blood and saliva to drip out my mouth, running down my chin.My ex-husband, my abductor, stepped back with a fond smile. His eyes ... they were filled with love. With love?Every core of my body grew disgusted at this realization. What a sick fucker! Did he enjoy torturing me? How could he like something so grotesque?!With every second he kept me here, the more the man I had loved disappeared from my memories. As if the old Noah distanced himself or was being replaced with this abusive psycho.Whatever I had once felt to him - those feelings and memories felt foreign right now, unfamiliar, disgusting, vile. Why had I wasted over four years with you? Why hadn't it been Michael who I could have met at my university? Why couldn't I be happy from the start?"Did you feel anything?", Noah purred, tracing the side of my face with his knuckles.With angry tears, I heavily shook my head.Noah didn't hesitate - his slap left my face nu