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The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
I stood by the window of my bedroom, gazing out at the manicured gardens of the Wellington estate. The beauty of the landscape did little to ease the turmoil in my mind. These past few weeks had been a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions, leaving me feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.My thoughts inevitably drifted to Roman. Our last conversation played on repeat in my head, his words both a comfort and a source of bewilderment. "I want us to be friends, Amelia," he had said, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. And sure, those were originally mt words, something I had genuinely wished for but Roman…he is a complicated man. He had apologized, like he meant it. Said words that left me tongue-tied. But I couldn't bring myself to believe him. He will never like, nor will he trust me. Last night made that very clear. He is in love with Bertha and whatever she tells him is what he will believe. Why do I even try? Why can't I bring myself to leave him. Like a barely
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
I went through the schedule Roman had given me quite a few times, trying to commit to memory or, in this case, mentally preparing myself for the days I would have to spend by his side.It was easy to converse with him when either Trenton or Greece was present, I could pretend for a few minutes that he was not the same man who saw me as a loose woman without morals. Part of the reason why I kept my recent visits to Vincent a secret, though I knew deep down that there was no need to.Why didn't I want to face him?What was truly scaring me?I honestly had no answer to those questions, all I knew was that it was becoming increasingly to ignore him.It has only been three days since the opening of the department store and what I thought would be a good opportunity to get closer to the man became a disaster. Especially now, when he is always in a bad mood and locked up in his study.I didn't want to notice, but I did.He hasn't left his study except to eat and sometimes, he rejects his food
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
“Did you need something?”I found myself tongue tied as I watched the man, his hair was still wry from his shower. His shirt slightly soaked, clung to his muscular body like skin and black sweatpants that hing low on his waist. I could see his biceps bulging from the slightest movements and as much as I'd hate to admit it, my throat went dry and I found my eyes lingering longer than it should have been. “Amelia?”“Huh?” I blinked myself back to reality, dragging my eyes from the outline of his pecks and meeting his blue eyes. “I…um, no,” I shook my head, then remembered the reason for coming in and then nodded like a lizard who was rather confused. His brows furrowed, but he didn't say a word. Instead he waited silently for me to continue and I could help but notice that he had a different feel about him, from his stance, to the tick in his jaw that signified impatience. Was something wrong? His eyes looked alert but the dark circles beneath then were obvious, making it known t
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
King's Restaurant has been around for years, I knew that because my mother used to take me when I was younger. Back then it wasn't for only people who had fat wallets, it was called King's diner and they had the best burgers. Not now though. In the past five years they seemed to have trademarked and expanded, turning it into a five-star restaurant. It was beautiful, but still in the same spot, just bigger and more luxurious. Talk about losing yourself after fame and riches. They didn't even have the side swing they used to. Roman and I stepped down from the car and he had gone back to being his cold self with a confusing emotion in his eyes. I pretended not to notice, rather trying to compose myself enough to face the coming meeting. The server at the entrance stopped us before we could go any further, asking us if we had any reservations. The man was rude, holding out his hand and sneering at us like we were enemies. “No reservations, no entry,” The man recited, pointing a
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
I watched as the older couple approached our table, their eyes lighting up with recognition as they spotted us. The man, Mr. Kevin, was tall and distinguished-looking, with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His wife, to my surprise, was dressed casually in dark blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, her face warm and friendly, she loooked to be in her late thirties, I had an idea I was way off. There was an obvious age-gap between she and her husband. Unlike the other people in Roman's life I've met, she was a breath of fresh air. As they reached us, I stood up, offering them a welcoming smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Kevin, it's wonderful to meet you both," I said, extending my hand.Mr. Kevin took my hand, his grip firm and a slow stiff smile stretched his lips. "Mrs. Wellington, it's an honor to finally meet you," he said, his voice deep and polite. "Please, allow me to introduce my wife, Sarah," He gestured to his wife. Her beautiful brown eyes met mine and her smile was w
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
She was fucking everywhere, almost like anytime a semblance of something seemed to bloom between Roman and I, she would always be there to interrupt it, to make him go so stiff beside me that I would suspect he's having a stroke. His arms immediately left my body, like a child caught holding on to a stolen toy and unlike the many times when he'd done it to me, this time it stung, bad. I didn't move away, I didn't give them the space to speak as I usually would, instead I stood there with a married gaze, waiting as Bertha approached us. She stopped when she was only a few steps away, her prefect hair fell down to her shoulders in silky waves, her pink lips were pursed into what seemed to be either a smile or a sneer. Still, I stood. “Hi,” She said, giving an awkward wave. One which Roman didn't return. “Bertha,” He called out instead, his voice thick with emotion and quite frankly, it hurt to stand there, I wasn't sure why. It was definitely that part of me that once lov
The Forgotten Marriage JESSICA
I watched the clocks in my bedroom tick by, their synchronized sounds like music to my ears, it brought back memories both the ones I wished to relive and forget. “I'm bored,” I said to no one in particular, staring up at the ceiling like a lost fool in search direction. Maybe I was, maybe that was why I was so eager to go on this vacation with Amelia. So I could finally have a breather from the weight of everything and everyone. I've been a doctor before I even had the chance to decide what I wanted for myself and now, after close to fifteen long years of studying to become one…I have a whole month off. A whole fucking month! And who better to spend it with, than my only true friend Amelia. Sometimes I wondered if she needed the break more than I did. The woman never did seem to catch a break. This would be good for us, that I was certain of. I turned to look at my already packed bags and a smile stretched my lips, child-like excitement blooming in my chest. I coul
The Forgotten Marriage JESSICA
The incessant beeping of my alarm clock jolted me awake at an ungodly hour. I groaned, fumbling to silence the irritating noise. As consciousness slowly seeped in, I remembered why I'd set it so early. California. The trip. Roman.Ugh. My phone lit up with a new message from Amelia."Hey Jess, slight change of plans. Roman might be delayed. I'll meet you at the hotel. Sorry!"I stared at the screen, irritation bubbling up inside me. Of course he'd be delayed. Why did I expect anything different from that man?"No worries," I typed back, though my clenched jaw said otherwise. "See you there."Grumbling to myself, I dragged my suitcase to the waiting Uber. The streets were eerily quiet as we drove to the airport, the city still slumbering. Part of me wished I was back in bed too, but a bigger part was excited for this getaway – even if it now included an unwanted addition.The airport was bustling with early morning activity. I checked in, went through security, and found myself with t
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