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The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
As I sat there, sipping my water and trying to calm my racing heart, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn our conversation had taken. Roman and I were... flirting? The realization hit me like a sudden gust of wind, both exhilarating and slightly terrifying. And maybe not so bad the more I thought of it. "A black dress it is, then," Roman said, his voice low and tinged with something that sounded suspiciously like anticipation. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," He promised in a low voice that had me on edge. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Oh? And what makes you so sure about that?"He leaned in slightly, close enough that I could see the flecks of darker blue in his irises. "Let's just say I've gotten to know your taste pretty well over the years, Amelia. Even if you don't remember all of it,” He simply replied. His words sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of all the history between us that I still couldn't fully recall. But instead of the
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
Once the clock struck ten pm, I knew it was going to be the worst night of my life. Amelia Grayson, EXPELLED. I read the email with tightly clenched fists, unable to stop the anger that spread through my chest. I spent two whole years working on my application, getting a fucking scholarship into the most prestigious university in the country and yet, I had just been expelled. The reasons? Nudity, leaving the hostel past curfew, stealing, bullying, and abusing fellow students both physically and verbally. “You got to be fucking kidding me,” I let out a shaky sigh, unable to contain my anger. The list went on and it had only one person’s name written on it. Bertha. My step-sister. My father’s illegitimate turned legitimate child and of course the family's golden child. I grabbed my phone from the table, still with the email open as I left my bedroom and stomped downstairs with a dark expression. Everything else, she could take away, everything else, she could steal from me…b
The Forgotten Marriage ROMAN
I knew it was going to be the worst evening in a while once the clock struck ten pm. My alarm rang and I blinked myself back to reality, the realization dawning on me that I’d worked overtime, again. Unintended but then again, a part of me just like every other day, dreading going back home. There was nothing to look forward to, just Amelia, my empty, bore of a wife who trapped me in a marriage just as empty as she is. In the three years since we've been married, it has taken great heights of my self-control not to break the promise I made to my grandfather. To stay settled with the daughter of his god-daughter, to have an heir for the Wellington empire before I am thirty-five. That’s in four fucking years, and quite frankly I have no interest in keeping that promise. The first and last time I kissed that woman still haunted me, the sheer disgust and hatred I have for her forbids me from ever doing it again! I paged my assistant and grabbed the divorce papers my lawyer had
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
My head ached so badly that I cried out, and along with my stomach ache it felt like I was intentionally being tortured. I heard voices, both familiar and unfamiliar, I heard the urgency of that man's voice…I heard his anger although this time not directed at me. Strangely while I floated in the darkness, I was aware of everything around me, the man barking out instructions to another nervous-sounding man. A doctor, I assumed. I felt the softness of a mattress beneath me and the sting of spirit coming in contact with my open wounds. Then the unmistakable feeling of an IV needle being stuck in my arm. After a while, it all quietened and the aches eased. My eyes opened groggily, my vision blurry at first as I tried to regain my composure. Then memories of what happened a few hours ago came rushing in and my eyes snapped open completely and I lifted off the bed with a gasp, my eyes wide with shock. Shit! Shit! What the fuck is going on? Where am I? I looked around i
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
I watched with a blank expression as a nervous-looking man with a doctor's briefcase walked into the bedroom. Getting into the bedroom wasn’t an easy feat, it took Trenton convincing Roman he didn’t have to throw me over his shoulder…the fucking psycho. For a man who claimed to be my husband, he sure acted like I was his lifelong nemesis. I was seated at the edge of the bed while being questioned. “What is the last thing you remember?” The nervous man said, Dr. Britton, he called himself and I wondered if I was supposed to remember him too. “I got expelled, I ran away from home, now I’m here,” I said, leaving out the part where I eagerly wanted a truck to hit me intentionally. Roman's brooding expression darkened even further as I spoke and Trenton’s was filled with worry.Dr. Britton nodded with an understanding gaze, checked my eyes, my mobility, asked about my headache and stomach ache, what I ate last—which I didn’t remember—shocker. After what seemed to be hours but on
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
I spent the rest of the day in the bedroom I’d slept in.Roman’s warning was enough to keep me livid for the better half of the day, rethinking my life choices, including the ones I couldn’t remember.Now I had a birthday party to attend…my supposed father-in-law who I knew nothing about. The more time passed, the more worried I became.I found a phone I was sure belonged to me, seeing as the wedding portrait was on the lock screen. There was no way it would belong to Roman who hated me.I didn’t know the password. I tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh, my eyes landed on the clock by the bed and I realized I had to get ready.Roman had said 6:30, it was 6 pm.Begrudgingly I walked into the rather spacious walk-in closet and ruffled through my side.Again, I found nothing sensible enough to wear out, just long, loose dresses that looked more like maternity gowns. Then suits…why the hell did I buy so many suits?I ended up settling for a dress I remembered, one I bought a few days—yea
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
Breathe, Amelia. I reminded myself, my feet rooted to the spot as my sister's familiar eyes met mine. The deadly glare, the venom with no hint of shame or guilt that I had just found her kissing the man who called himself my husband. Though it seemed to me like I had only just seen her two days ago, when she reminded me I was the daughter of a dead whore, looking at her now invited a strange feeling. Like I had not seen her in a long time. Still, that anger and hatred at the immediate sight of her grew even more now that I saw her in Roman's arms. My head began to throb incessantly. “Um…” I was unsure of what to say, unsure of what I had just walked into. Roman visibly tensed up at the sight of me, taking an immediate step back and holding Bertha at arm's length. He cleared his throat, his expression cloudy as he looked at me. “Is this…” My throat felt dry, “Why you were so eager to divorce me? Because you’re…with my sister?” I hated how my voice shook when I asked th
The Forgotten Marriage ROMAN
I made my way down the stairs with confusing emotions. Amelia just agreed to divorce me. The same Amelia who spent the past three years of our marriage trying to dissuade the topic as much as she could. The same Amelia who had threatened me that she would take her own life if I left her. The last time she walked into Bertha and I kissing, she cried for days, she ended up hospitalized, not that I ever bothered to check her, I never cared. Today she looked on like it was a joke. She seemed irritated, not hurt. My fingers unconsciously reached up to my chest, unable to fathom why my heart felt so tight, why the reality of her acceptance didn’t sink in. Probably because I spent too long thinking she’d never free me, now she has. Once we get back home, she’ll really sign the papers. “Roman!” my father called out, laughing heartily as he held a hand out for me. His aged eyes crinkled at the sides with false fatherly affection as he urged me closer, pulling me out from my th
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