Rosette's POVI found myself sitting in the passenger seat of his car once again. The eerie silence that envelope us was enough to suffocate someone, yet it did the opposite for me. I found the silence around us eerily calming. Perhaps, it's because I didn't want to talk to him.On the other hand, I felt like it was beginning to disturb him. The silence and tension was just so thick, and I can't blame him if he finds it awkward.But I don't care. At all.When we reached his house, I made my way upstairs to the regal-like room. It was as if it was specifically designed for a certain someone. It was built in this way for an important person.I suddenly felt like I was invading a personal space. Surely, Khein built this room for his woman. He probably wanted the best for her and wants to treat her like a queen.Bitterness seeped through me as I let out a scoff. So, what? I can also provide myself with a wonderful room like this. My father even gifted my mother a real castle. We can liter
The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension, an unspoken battle brewing between us as I hastily stuffed clothes into my suitcase. Each movement was a testament to the growing void between Khein and me, an unsettling reminder of our unsettled relationship with each other.I have decided. I don't want to live here no more. No matter what I do, I was always be reminded of my position in this house. I am nothing but a mere visitor. Nothing more, nothing less.Perhaps, I've already crossed the line. I was being too much of a hassle from him. I was invading too much. Perhaps, I was beginning to annoy him.My existence is needn't here, and that's the harsh truth I should gracefully accept. Although it hurts, I need to.Khein's typically composed demeanor shattered, replaced by a tempest of suppressed emotions barely contained beneath the surface. "You think you can just walk away?" he barked, his voice tinged with a raw intensity that reverberated in the room.I continued packing, refusi
It's been over a week since that confrontation with him. I haven't seen him since then.Lost in the room he'd offered, I found solace within its four walls, hesitant to disturb anything. The allure of the items within was undeniable, yet my hands trembled, refraining from daring to touch any of them. I dreaded his potential reaction, anticipating his disapproval should I even graze a possession that wasn't mine.What he said that day still confuses me. He said he'd get me everything I want if I ask him, but at the same time, forbid me from having them. He was so unpredictable and indecisive. I can't honestly read through him. His actions have a different meaning to his words, and it's giving me a huge headache.As I gazed up at my reflection through the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to this room. Its ambiance, its very essence, seemed to align so perfectly with the vision I once held for my ideal bedroom. The mirror overhead reflected back a softened
Chapter 99 Rosette's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the play of light filtering through the sheer curtains. The soft rays of the morning sun gently caressed her face, coaxing her from the realms of sleep. A sense of disorientation lingered as she surveyed her surroundings, the room's unfamiliarity unsettling for a fleeting moment. Sitting up, Rosette took in the room's delicate decor — muted colors, a vase of fresh flowers on the bedside table, and a subtle fragrance that hung in the air. The confusion etched across her face began to dissipate as her gaze fell upon the source of warmth beside her. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she recognized the arm tenderly wrapped around her waist. A cascade of memories flooded back, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Rosette's eyes widened as the realization dawned upon her — she had fallen asleep next to Khein after tending to him the previous night. A mix of surprise and self-criticism flashed in her eyes, her internal
Chapter 100 Khein had been occupying my room for the past two days. Despite the clear signs of discomfort and a feeble attempt to protest, the weight of his lethargic body and my persistent nagging kept him confined to the bed. It wasn't as if he genuinely desired to leave; it was merely an excuse, and I could sense it without anyone explicitly telling me. It was just his way of avoiding acknowledgment. But, truth be told, it wasn't a big deal for me. If anything, it provided an opportunity to repay him for letting me stay in his house temporarily. The dynamics of our arrangement had shifted, and in the quietude of my room, there was an unspoken understanding that transcended the complexities of our relationship. His fever, however, was a cause for concern. It wasn't just your run-of-the-mill fever; it was quite severe. I marveled at how he managed to get up at all, considering the intensity of his fever. The past few days had seen him battling through, and it left me questioning th
Chapter 101 "Ma'am, he's not eating again," the maid reported as I spent some quiet time with Joni. A frown creased my forehead, sensing another issue to deal with. "Who? Khein?" I asked, a hint of worry in my voice. The maid nodded, looking concerned. "Yes, ma'am. He's also wondering if you're still here but won't come out of his room to see you." I clenched my teeth, irritation evident in my tone. "What's going on with him?" I questioned, frustrated by his refusal to eat and his reluctance to face the situation. It added to the growing list of things between us that needed sorting out. Fueled by frustration, I stormed out of Joni's room, determination in my stride as I headed straight to Khein's. The report from the maid about his refusal to eat and his reluctance to see me gnawed at my patience. I couldn't let this go without addressing it. Knocking on his door, I waited for a response. When none came, I gritted my teeth, growing more irritated. "Khein, we need to talk," I cal
Chapter 102I watched him through the window of my room as he walked towards his car, his hand fumbling for the keys in his pocket. The image of what had transpired earlier replayed in my mind, leaving me utterly baffled. Speechless would be an understatement. Why would he choose to share an intimate moment like that just before going to pick up his girlfriend? And, more bewilderingly, why had I allowed him to do so? In that moment, I felt like I was not only disrespecting the other woman's feelings but also making myself out to be a fool. I berated myself mentally, feeling stupid, insensitive, and, in my own eyes, a total fool.The internal disgust I felt was palpable, an overwhelming wave of self-loathing crashing over me. The realization of my own actions weighed heavily on my conscience, and I grappled with the consequences of my lapse in judgment. The conflict within me intensified as I questioned my motives and allowed guilt to seep into the very core of my being. What had posse
As Rosette carefully packed her things, the room witnessed her silent inner struggle. Each item in her suitcase seemed to carry the weight of unspoken emotions she had kept in her chest. The decision to leave hung in the air like an approaching storm.A cab pulled up outside, its engine humming with the city's rhythm. Rosette put her suitcase in the trunk with a determined yet thoughtful demeanor. The driver, waiting for instructions, turned to her and asked for the destination. With a resolute nod, she said, "airport," signaling the start of her journey away from the turbulent echoes of the past.As the taxi blended into the city lights, Rosette's phone buzzed persistently, revealing Khein's name on the screen. A moment of hesitation lingered before she answered. Khein's urgent voice echoed into the confined space of the cab. "Where are you, Rosette? We need to talk."In the dimly lit taxi, Rosette's expression stayed stoic, her determination unwavering. "I'm leaving, Khein. There's
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res