Lahat ng Kabanata ng Treacherous : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Alan's POV Later that evening, I found myself unpacking my suitcase whilst Rachel minded hers. Unlike me, she didn't carry a lot of things with her so her task was finished sooner than mine did. It was when I finished putting my toiletries in their respective places that I realised that we had yet to have dinner. Rachel was in no shape to cook, obviously, and I realised that neither was I. All the last minute travelling had taken a toll on me and the previous revelation that Rachel made just about drained any scant energy left in me. Ordering take out seemed like the logical option at that point. "Do you have anything in mind for dinner?" I brought myself to ask as I walked into my closet to sort my clothes out. "I have a weird craving for Indian food, suddenly." I heard her voice from the room and it subconsciously elicited a smile from me. "Indian?" "Yes. A good spicy Biriyani, preferably chicken." "Since when do you like Indian cuisine?" I asked, amused, whilst I walked out o

Rachel's POVThe morning of a best friend’s wedding is every girl’s nightmare. From making sure the right cake you ordered had been delivered to making sure the wedding flowers were hydrangeas and not Lillies to ensuring that all the bridesmaids were dressed in the same stupid outfit the bride picked out to giving a shoulder to the bride while she has her final meltdown (whilst making sure it wasn’t ruining her make-up) - everything seemed like the perfect recipe for a disaster.It’s perhaps the price you pay to keep your best friend in your life.But luckily for me, I had a husband and an assault to thank for keeping me out of my bridesmaid’s duties. From skipping last night’s bachelor’s party to helping me dress for the wedding in the morning, Alan made sure no action of his caused me any inconvenience.I was once again beginning to feel like the twelve-year-old girl my father used to boss around, except that this time it was my husband, and I was more than qualified to pick my own

Alan's POVI hated that I couldn’t tell her how much I loved her. I hated that I couldn’t tell her that I never meant anything when I joked about our marriage to her. I hated that she couldn’t trust me even now. And I bloody hated that I loved her but she didn’t love me back.I couldn’t understand what was expected of me to do that could ensure her trust in me. I wondered if she will ever find it in herself to forgive me for what I did. While she assured me more than enough times that she no longer held any grudge toward me for how I deceived her and put her in an impossible situation with regards to our marriage, I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t coming in the way of her judgement regarding me.She was very predictable like that. It didn’t need a genius to figure out how she worked. Any hint of a red flag looked glaringly apparent to her because that was all she looked for everywhere. A sign that everybody was wearing a mask, meaning, she had nobody she could trust fully without break

Rachel's POVI realised that the playful banter he was using as a shield to protect the real question was doing a very awful job, for I could see right through him. Gone were his light aura and the playful gleam in his eyes and it was carefully replaced with longing and hope.His patience for hearing my answer was driving my own heartbeat into an abnormal pace and I worried that if I didn't give him a reply soon enough, I would set it free from the agony by blurting out the three words I had been holding back. "I'd still choose to keep you around."A wave of relief flooded through his face, as though he already knew he answer but was still taken aback by hearing it out loud, "Would you, really?""Yes." I nodded with a smile, "And I'm guessing you would too if you had a choice."With a tender smile, he tenderly placed his fingertips over my cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears, "Well, I did have a choice and I chose you."By this point, I realised that I stopped breathing.

Alan's POV Her phrasing brought a smile onto my face and I let myself enjoy the thought of it, "You sound very sure." "Because I am." "Does this mean you're beginning to trust me?" I asked her playfully. I was obviously joking and trying to pull her leg when I said that but I was taken aback by her prompt answer. "Yes." She nodded her head against my shoulder. But before I could consider whether I misread her, she removed all my doubts by continuing further, "See, that's the problem with my head you know. Or the way I'm built. I cannot fully say that I trust or don't trust someone. There's a sense of doubt always lingering in the background. The way I've lived - I never tried to lean onto someone for support. I've always taught myself to manage on my own. So this, what we are sharing right now, is a completely new experience for me. I needed some time to warm up to that idea and I'm guessing I've come to terms with it recently." "Wow. I was definitely not expecting our conversatio