บททั้งหมดของ Paint My World Red: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

(Aya’s POV) Deidre was a plague that had poisoned my sanity. After reading her post on her social media page, I have been post-stalking her, and her picture with Red at one of the dinner parties they attended made my nights sleepless. The other day, I told Dante I would be in the library and asked him to pick me up at eight in the evening, but as soon as I entered the building, I escaped from him and my bodyguard, exiting through the backdoor of the college building. I went to The Pacific to see if anyone would recognize me, and it hurt to know that Deidre was right. The security was tight, and I almost did not reach the front desk to ask for Red’s office. The two receptionists were stricter than the security guard, asking me for IDs, pertinent papers, or some sort of invitation before calling the person I needed to talk to. I could ask for Mike or Leslie, but I had already drowned myself in sadness, walking out of the building crying like a lost child in the taxi going home, forgett

(Aya’s POV)“Are you out of your mind, Aya? Why did you just leave like that without anyone knowing where you went?” Dad sniffled, hugging me. “What if something happened to you?”“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmured. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed at Dante, looking relieved to see me.“Was this about the interview?” My father asked, easing back and cupping my face. “I’m... I’m sure Red has an explanation about it.”“You saw it?” I asked, pursing my lips to avoid saying more.He scoffed. “It’s all over the news, and it spread like wildfire, but Aya, why don’t you talk to your husband about Deidre? I’m not saying I’m not disappointed with him, but he must have a reason for staying quiet, not answering their question.”“Then, he should not have kissed her back,” I gritted my teeth and hissed angrily, remembering how they kissed in front of the camera.My father raised his hands. “Talk to Red. That’s all I can say. Because even I got angry when I saw them kissing. But now... let me get you home so you

(Aya’s POV)“Red, let’s stop all this before we start hurting the kids,” I muttered after brushing my teeth.With the toothbrush still in my hand, I grabbed his hands and escaped from his embrace, almost dashing to the bedroom to get my bag.“Aya, you can’t do this,” he groaned as he followed me.“But you can?” I breathed out and gave him a sullen look. I smirked, shaking my head as I took off my wedding ring, placing it on the bed. “You... you... you’re suffering because I said yes to you. I should not have complicated your life and stopped you from proposing to Deidre.”I swallowed hard, hating that my tummy was bothering me and my head was throbbing in pain. I took my phone, the cards and cash from my wallet, placing them beside the ring.“You’re the one suffering because I begged you to marry me. You did not complicate my life, Aya. You made me feel alive again,” he clenched his teeth, suppressing a cry. “It’s my fau -”I raised my hand, stopping him from talking and closing my ey

(Red’s POV)“You’re not just my happy meal, Red. You are my life. You are my happiness.” Her lips curved into a sad smile as she sighed. “This is nuts! I’m not asking you to feel the same, but I think it’s unfair.”She raised her hand, and her index finger poked my chest.“I don’t want to be selfish, but that heart... and you...” she chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. “You’re always entangled with someone. I’m not sure why I had to compete with the dead and one living, but completely insane about you.”“There’s no competition here.” I pulled Aya and wrapped my arms around her body. “You and the kids are my everything, Aya. I love you,” I whispered, kissing her head. “If you did not come into my life, I would not have moved on. But I hope you understand... You just can’t ask me to forget Scarlett.”“I’m not asking you to do that, Red,” she whispered. “Besides, there are five beautiful children that looked like you and her, and don’t get offended, but I’m happy they inherited their mo

(Aya’s POV)Who doesn’t want a happy ending?I gazed at the most beautiful man I had ever met in my life, the one that completed me and my better half that I could not live without. Maybe we were impatient to get pregnant, or perhaps we just missed each other because as soon as we reached the hallway going to our bedroom last night, we were already kissing and touching.We made love, whispered promises, and got crazy, claiming each other in his office and then to his art room. I was glad we ended up in bed before running out of energy.Slowly, I moved toward the edge of the bed, not wanting to disturb Red in his sleep, but he startled me when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to his naked body.“Let’s sleep more, Aya,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my body to imprison me.“I’d love to do that, Red, but it’s seven already.” I craned my neck and puckered my lips, kissing his jaw. “The kids -”“It’s the kids’ break, remember?” He said, pressing his lips to mine, his hand