Dalmohr William

After soaking herself in the tub for an hour, Anna decided to rinse her body and finish her bath. She purposely lit the lavender-scented candle to make herself feel a little relaxed. She got so tired of crying that she made a promise to herself that she would never cry for that jerk again. If this is what he wants, she will give him. Anna regrets marrying him. She should not have sacrificed her happiness for the sake of her father's business. However, she has already chosen this path. Now she has no choice but to be strong. To face the consequences of the decision she had made.

A light beep from her cell phone startled her as she was busy drying her hair. Anna reached for her phone, only to find that it’s Lilly who texted her. Her brow furrowed as she read Lilly’s message.

Anna, perhaps you fight with your husband.

Lilly had no way of knowing. She never tells anyone, not even Jacob, anything related to her marriage. How could Lilly have known it out of nowhere?

What do you mean, Lilly? We're completely fine.

Even though she knows her husband is a douche, she refuses to tell anyone about her loveless marriage. However, the next message from Lilly made her drop her phone to the floor. Her eyes widen in shock as she closes her mouth with her palm.

Your husband is at the club where we usually hangout.

Lilly’s message also includes a picture. A photograph of a man hugging a woman. Despite the fact that the photograph only shows the man's figure from the side and was taken from a great distance, she recognized him. It’s him, it is Ibrahim. He's wearing the same shirt he was wearing earlier, and the woman he's hugging made her feel uncomfortable too. Anna could see how exposed her clothes were. So, is this the reason why he hasn't returned home all this time? He married her solely just to torture her. This is driving her crazy. Anna decided to just set her phone aside and turn it off, knowing that Lilly will call her once she realizes she didn’t text her back, but she didn’t feel like talking to anyone. The photograph she saw broke her trust, which she wanted to put in him.

She simply isn't ready to discuss her marriage with anyone. It's too much for her to bear. Tears started to fall from her lovely, beautiful eyes. Why does it break her heart to see him hugging another girl who is not her? Is this a sign that she has begun to fall for him?

She isn't sure if she has begun to fall for Ibrahim because if she has, it means she has lost to him. He stated unequivocally from the start that he does not do stupid things like falling in love and now she knew the reason. But she is the one who can't believe it and wanted to give this marriage a chance.

However, the scene in her mind was still vivid. How vulnerable he was looking last night when he was playing the piano. She could see the anguish in his eyes and offered to mend his broken heart. Her heart is not broken because Ibrahim does not return her love. It is broken because Ibrahim treats her like a joke. She recalled the passionate kiss they shared. The laugh they shared. How much she despises herself for thinking Ibrahim was interested in her. He could make her feel wanted one second and then make her miserable the next. Why does he appear to be capable of only causing her pain? Things wouldn't be so complicated if he just admitted he's jealous.

All the incidents had left her exhausted, not only physically but also mentally. Her energy has been depleted by so much thinking and arguing with her husband that she doesn't know when she falls asleep on the couch. She'd already forgotten about her dinner, but at least sleeping would make her forget everything for a while.

Even though she desperately wanted to sleep more, her eyes opened due to the harsh sun peeking through the window, which irritated her. She looked at the clock. It was only six in the morning, and she still had two hours before going to school. Her eyes are still heavy. She couldn't sleep well last night. When she looked around, she realized she was sleeping on the bed. This is strange. She remembered falling asleep on the couch the night before, but how come she was on the bed? She did feel someone carry her as she couldn't sleep so well last night, but when she looked over to the other side of the bed, she noticed that the stock of pillows was neat and appeared to be untouched, implying that Ibrahim did not return last night.

Anna, come to your senses. He never returned, and you could be dreaming. Anna thought.

She convinced herself that she was being carried in a dream. She just thought that maybe she slept on the bed last night, but her mind was so foggy to remember it. She decided to take a shower rather than thinking about where she slept the night before. She began dressing and sat on the chair in front of the dressing table after finishing her quick shower. Her eyes are a little puffy, and the dark eye bags are so visible that she might need some concealer to avoid looking like a zombie.

Anna grabbed her bag after finishing her make-up. She did nothing to her hair except to tie it up in a high ponytail. She made her way down the stairs to the dining room, and a warm smile from her maid made her feel a little better.

“Good morning, Mrs. Saunders.” The maid greeted her with a warm smile.

Anna also smiled back at her. “Good morning.”

She sat in her usual chair, puzzled by the presence of two breakfast sets. “Why are there two sets? Is anyone joining us for breakfast?” she inquired, as she examined the other set of plates.

The maid looked confused at her. “Of course, it's for young masters.”

“He did not return home last night.” Anna responded, reaching for the knife to cut the toast.

The maid's eyes narrowed, and a light crease formed on her brow. “Are you sure, Mrs. Saunders? I saw him coming out of your room this morning.”

Anna is completely taken aback. He came out of their room? Does this mean he came home last night? “Are you sure? When I awoke, he was nowhere to be found.”

When she heard her hesitation, the maid chuckled a little. “I'm absolutely sure. Young master is a workaholic. He usually returns home late at night and goes to his office early the next morning without anyone noticing. Around five in the morning, I noticed him coming out of your room. I believe he is now in his office.” The maid said.

Could she believe that Ibrahim had returned home last night? Does this imply that Ibrahim was the one who moved her from the couch to the bed? Does this mean that the presence of someone she felt last night was not a dream? Was it really Ibrahim?

Five hours ago

It was two in the morning when Ibrahim reached home. As always, he tried his best not to make a single sound because the house had gone dark and everyone should have fallen asleep by now. He entered his room and found his wife sleeping on the couch, her hand gripping her cellphone. Her whole body will ache when she wakes up if she sleeps in that position, he thought. He tip-toed towards her and slowly took her cell phone from her grasp, placing it on the bedside table. As he got closer, he noticed tear marks on her cheeks, indicating that she had cried. That odd feeling returned to his chest. Her tears felt like knives piercing his heart, it hurt him as well. He could see a clear indication that he was hurting her again.

He carried her slowly to the bed and pulled the comforter up to her chest, making sure that she wasn't shivering from the cold. He decides to take a quick shower after seeing her sleeping in a more comfortable position. The alcohol and other scents were emitting from his shirt, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to get rid of every part of his body that had been touched by Nadia. Enraged, he threw his shirt in the laundry basket because he could still smell her perfume on it. The fragrance reminded him of his stupid decision to go to the club, it didn't even help him clear his mind, but instead made him feel guiltier.

He slowly climbed up to the bed, feeling refreshed after the shower. His eyes were heavy, but he couldn't fall asleep. He looked at Anna, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and for some reason, it made him feel a lot better. He gently caressed her cheeks with his thumb and lovingly removed the hair strands that were covering her face. How much more will he torture her? She is an innocent and kind-hearted woman willing to drag him away from his dark world, so why does it feel like he's the one who refuses to leave?

His hands gently pull her into his embrace without waking her up. He wasn't able to think clearly. She is this close to him, and for some reason, her scent felt so soothing to him that he realized she was the one he had been looking for. Instead of a fragrance, her natural and sweet body scent attracted him. He couldn't stop himself from planting a gentle kiss on her forehead now that she was in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, and closed his eyes before falling asleep. She appears to be a sleeping pill that helps him sleep better.

Anna began to move, Ibrahim's hands tightly encircled her waist. She felt something heavy on her body. Ibrahim is so sensitive to touch that he woke up immediately when he felt Anna move in his embrace. He looked at the time and saw that it was five in the morning. He needed to leave before she awoke otherwise, he would be in trouble. He isn't ready to face her yet. He was well aware of his mistake. He should not have looked for another girl just to distract his insane mind, and he is ashamed of himself. Despite his desire to remain by her side, he decided to leave before she woke up.

When Anna is still debating whether it was Ibrahim last night, another maid walks towards her and hands her several mail envelopes.

“Here are some mails that arrived yesterday, Mrs. Saunders.” She placed it next to Anna’s plate on the table. Before leaving, the maid bowed to her. Is she new? She hasn’t noticed her before. Shouldn't she deliver the mail to Ibrahim's study room?

Anna looked at the envelopes. She is sure that they are all addressed to Ibrahim rather than her. She never listed Ibrahim’s residence as her primary address, so these emails cannot be hers. However, she noticed something odd. Why wasn't the mail delivered to Ibrahim’s office instead of his house? Is it something private?

She took one of the envelopes and narrowed her brow as she read the sender's address. She has no idea where it is from because it is written in a foreign language. The only words she recognized were those near the bottom. It has been documented in France. He received this email from someone in France? It's no surprise she doesn't get it.

She returned her gaze to the opposite corner, where Ibrahim’s address was written. Delmohr William. Her eyes widened as she read that name carefully and made sure that she was not reading it wrong. Ibrahim couldn’t be Dalmohr William.

“Who is Dalmohr William?” She dared to inquire from the maid. The maid has worked in this household for seven years and knows Ibrahim’s foster father. She must be more knowledgeable than the internet or the media.

 The maid gave a nod. “It's his given name by his foster father.”

Hearing what the maid said, she felt like she was being struck by lightning. Her hands began to tremble, and sweat began to form on her brow. Her breathing became irregular as several events from her life began to play back in her mind. When she saw that name, her heart clenched.

Dalmohr William

This cannot be true.

Anna was completely lost in her thoughts after learning another fact about him. She hasn't even noticed that the clock is nearly eight o'clock. She finished her breakfast quickly and went in search of Luke, as she needed to get to school as soon as possible or risk being late.