All Chapters of Dispute Marriage: No Terms and Conditions: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chrisanna I don't know whether I should be freaked out at the way Samuel snapped or be stunned at the words he used. It's too much to process. I was definitely not expecting such a huge shock. Uncle Kane isn't Samuel's father? Did I mishear? It better not be true. Unless it is. "I want a damn answer", his voice is calm but clipped, a clear indication that he is seething with anger. The shock on Emmy and Uncle Kane's faces is palpable as their eyes dart back and forth in search of words.However, right now, I'm more focused on Samuel, knowing it'll only get worse. His body language, his reddening eyes and his stiff body say it all. Emmy and Uncle Kane might not have any idea of his issues. "Samuel", a whisper barely escapes my lips as I slip my arm around his torso to pull him backwards. "You're not feeling well. Come with me. Please"I try to keep my voice as low as possible so no one can hear me except him but it seems like he paid no attention to what I'm saying. Nonetheless, de

Samuel It's been a while since the sun rose. I never stayed in the room that long in the morning. Leaning against the closet, I drift my eyes away from the ceiling to the bed, only to find it empty. It reminds me she's not here. She hasn't been here the whole day and the night yesterday. In fact, she's not even home. As the reality of the situation sets in, I feel a knot form in my stomach. I didn't expect her to leave like that. Last night, when I had a grip on my situation, I realised how nasty things had become. And I said things I had sworn not to utter ever again. I walked out of my room and looked for Chrisanna in every single corner of the house. She was gone. I was in utter panic for a second until I got to know she went to her apartment and she's safe. Kylee came to me with a poker face to tell me not to worry. Mom had a chat with Aunt Ivanna and she sent Uncle Colton to check on her apartment. He found her asleep and fine. I would definitely call her or text her if I h

Samuel As I trudge into the room, exhaustion etches onto every line of my body. The day had been long and gruelling. My eyes land on Zoey sitting at Chrisanna's side of the bed with displeasure on her face. She lets out a small meow at me. I hate it when cats or other pets are on my bed. But I don't feel any kind of frustration at this moment. I walk to the bed and slump on my side, tilting my head at her."You miss her?" I ask, knowing she can't understand a thing. However, she lets out a painful meow.Is that a yes? Maybe, I don't know the cat language. Chrisanna is good at it.I look down at the concrete floor, sighing. "I miss her too", I mutter. "More than I ever missed her. It was easy back then. Now, it feels like hell"Zoey meows again as if she's saying, "I got it, man!""She's mad at me. Wasn't it supposed to be me? I mean— I have a right to get mad at her once—" I halt. "Well, I have always been mad at her. But this is the husband-wife kind of"She again responds. I can

Samuel The atmosphere is contained in comparison to how it was a couple of hours ago. My eyes avert straight to the ICU and the door is still closed."Samuel!" Mom ejaculates, walking up to me. "Where have you been?" She holds my arms. "I'm sorry I couldn't check on you. You're doing okay?""I was around. I'm— okay", I say."Well", she smiles with her eyes flickering in joy. "The doctors said Chrisanna's condition is under control. They don't know when she'll regain consciousness but she's out of danger"A wave of relief washes over me with mixed emotions flooding my mind. Nonetheless, it matters the most that she's out of danger. I feel myself smiling in disbelief, looking down. When I look up at Mom again, Uncle Scott comes forward with a mild smile. But I feel my smile fading away. It feels like a disappointment and I part my lips, looking for words to apologise but before I could say anything, he took me into a heartfelt embrace, patting my back. I remain silent, sensing the si

Chrisanna After coming home, mama and Fifi, both went on to a full-on nursing mode. They finally left me alone after feeding me the whole bowl of tasteless soup and I grabbed a magazine to kill time since Samuel disappeared again after bringing me home. So, he's still in that angry mode? Then why did he have to come here? He should have stuck with his stupid anger and let me be. I'm so frustrated that I don't feel like doing anything. Straightening myself, I toss the magazine aside and strive to get up from the couch. I just asked Mama to shift me to the couch from the bed but my restlessness won't let me stay in a place for longer.It's hard to handle yourself with a fractured hand, for sure. I struggle to get onto my feet while pressing my left hand against the wall. In the next blink of my eyes, I feel myself lifted in Samuel's arms. I was definitely not ready for this. He just appeared out of nowhere. As I keep gawking at him in disbelief, he leads me to the bed without a word