All Chapters of Dispute Marriage: No Terms and Conditions: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ChrisannaSamuel lets out a deep exhale, holding the steering wheel, and then looks at me. I give him a smile of encouragement. We had a long conversation throughout the week, preparing him to finally meet the therapist. But I don't think he's still that comfortable to start this new journey. I hold his hand on his lap. "You'll be fine""I don't know", he gulps down, holding my hand back and looking down at our locked hands. "I have never opened up to anyone other than you. I don't think I can""You can. And you will", I lean in, touching his cheek. "You have already accomplished half of this journey when you showed the courage to go for this. The next step will be easier. You'll surely open up because that's what therapy is for, right? That person you'll be opening up to won't be someone you know. And it's easy to open up to a complete stranger. That person won't judge you or sympathize with you. They'll just help you. And it's easy'I can totally understand the discomfort when he l

Chrisanna"He didn't order anything from outside", Cooper tells me on the call."Okay", I mutter. "Thanks""Is everything alright? Well, I'm just surprised it took both of you months to get into a fight", he cackles."Shut the fuck up, Cooper. It's serious""Oops! Sorry. What do you want me to do now? Send him breakfast?" I snap right away. "Don't do or say anything. I'm hanging up""Okay"I cut the call and set the phone aside. I haven't gotten a single work done ever since I came to the office. And it's been ten whole minutes already. This morning, I fucked up.Yes, I fucked up in the worst way possible. And I can't find the words to explain myself. He never looked at me that way, with that gaze— like he trusted someone the most and his trust was broken. I feel guilty in every way possible even though I knew what I was doing. I was already feeling guilty for doing that behind his back but when I saw him staring at me that way the guilt multiplied.I was so stunned and numb that

Chrisanna"He doesn't plan on rescuing you", I bluntly say on Damien's face as disbelief washes over him. However, the look he gives me says that he's trying not to make it look like it surprises him. "Is it so? You're sure?""One hundred per cent", I say. He's silent, looking away and now his face is shaking, maybe in frustration and wrath which he's not showing. "But you're gonna be on parole after twelve years if I'm right", I scoff. He raises his eyebrows as a groan escapes him. "Twelve more years? Do you understand how long it is?""If I count your crimes in the underworld like killing people and smuggling—" pausing, I throw him a dreadful glare. "Raping an innocent woman, making her life hell—" The colours of his face drain as I continue. "Taking her child away from him. And never treating your child like a father should have— making his childhood a den of horror— traumatising him for his entire life— then 30 years of imprisonment is way less than you deserve"Silence eru

Samuel "Am I not enough for you, Samuel?" "No, you're not. I want dad too", the seven-year-old I screamed for the first time at my mom after spending months with her. I still needed Dad.I remember the pain in her eyes as she was taken aback but said nothing to me. She just apologized and walked out. I indeed felt bad and regretted saying that because I loved her— a lot. I loved my mom even before meeting her, even though I had every possible reason to hate her. My father did everything so I could hate her. But I couldn't. The moment I saw her I knew how much I needed her in my life. But at the same time, I felt worse for feeling that way. The seven-year-old me was taught to be grateful to that father who had raised me and love him. And the moment I realized I could live without him but not without my mom whom I just met, I felt like an ungrateful child. The anger myself for being ungrateful was taking a toll on me. All those years— I never really missed my father but it felt lik

SamuelMeanwhile, I realize Mom is standing a few yards away, next to the entrance, smiling at us. I look down. As though a lump is stuck inside of my throat, I find it hard to swallow. Mom comes towards us and sits next to me. She says nothing, just spending the next few minutes caressing my hair and cheeks. And throughout the moment, I can't make myself look at her. "I couldn't even ask you how you have been doing. It didn't seem right that moment", she says as I nod."You did right", I mutter. "Where have you been?" she exclaims, still caressing my hair. "Not anywhere to be specific", I stutter, clasping my hands together. "We had been trying to locate you for the last three weeks", Dad says. "I didn't want to be anywhere you all could find me. I was travelling in subways", my voice is stern."For three weeks?" Mom blurts out in disbelief. I nod. "A few days ago, I landed in Boston. Then I had to use my card in the lodge. Eric tried to find it out""We stopped tracking your c