All Chapters of The Forgotten Marriage: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My back was covered in cold sweat as I tried to remember how to breathe, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs and I'd almost choked from the lack of oxygen. The man didn't move, I couldn't speak. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew I was insanely terrified by what was happening, I knew I was being robbed and any small movement would get me killed. I also knew that this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this. It was like a knife at the back of my skull, reminding me, making my head throb so much that I'd almost bent over and heaved. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. My whole body trembled as my mind became bombarded with images of me being tied to a chair, my wrists bound so tightly that my skin had begun to bleed and seep into the thick tops, my throat was raw from screaming and my ankles hurt like hell. And in that moment, I remember thinking…no one will find me, no one will come to save me, this is where I'll die. “Please…”

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Bertha seethed the second the door closed behind her and everyone else left the room. I rolled my eyes and silently wished Roman hadn't left with everyone else, he was a much better companion than Bertha. Everyone had rushed over, no doubt Bertha had informed everyone because when she came in, her eyes were teary and her face swollen. Just how much did she need to cry? I observed the woman's face, her nose was still red but she still looked like an incomparable beauty. It annoyed me how she looked cute eben while crying while I looked like I'd been run over a few times after just one robbery. Victoria didn't last three minutes in the hospital room before leaving without a word and for some reason, she brought Tatyana with her. Which was what upset Roman so he left, again almost ignoring Bertha's crying…he looked uncomfortable. My guess was the man felt uncomfortable around people who cried, I understood immediately because I

I was discharged the next morning after being given a few pain killers and had to undergo another CT scan just to he sure there were no anomalies in my brain and it was recovering from the trauma just fine. Roman arrived the next morning with a change of clothes for me, back to his cold self and even seemed to be in a worse mood. I thanked him for the clothes and changed. It was a loose red shirt and some black shorts, he didn't bring a bra or underwear. My cheeks heated up as i thought about him going through them before eventually deciding against it. I took a bath, grateful the hospital room was en suite. Very expensive as well. When I saw the bill for just one night I'd almost panicked. The health system is fucked, and I need to trying my best to stay well. Watching Roman pay the bills left me feeling indebted to him, and I knew I would have to pay or my mind wouldn't be at peace. Roman didn't say a word to me, but he didn't help me gather the rest of my

AMELIAWhat the fuck just happened? I put my palm to my palm to my chest, feeling how my heart pounded like I'd just run a marathon. I watched the door close shut and the scent of food filled the air. Yet, it barely registered as I was more focused on getting my lungs to work properly as well as my brain. My lips were tingling, a clear sign that the kiss was not just from my imagination. It was real, it happened and I…liked it? Did I? Fuck yeah you did! And you wanted more! “This can't be happening,” I shook my head, “I don't…like Roman,” I mumbled, I probably looked like a mad woman talking to herself as I paced the room and ran my fingers through my hair, making it even more disheveled. “I don't!” I voiced out, “It's…maybe it's something else?” Still, I could feel my heart racing and the ghost of feelings I couldn't remember. How did it happen? How did I fall in love with him in the past? And again, what the fuck just happened? Why did he taste so good? Why did m

"I'm Bertha," she said, her tone friendly but with a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "And you must be Amelia. It's nice to finally meet you," She smiled, holding out a hand and further deepening my confused state. Before I could respond, heavy footsteps approached, and my father appeared behind Bertha. The change in his demeanor was so jarring it made me blink in disbelief. Gone was the broken man I'd glimpsed at the cemetery. Instead, his face was lit with a smile broader and more genuine than any I'd seen in years. "Ah, Bertha! I see you found the room on your own," he said, his voice warm with affection. He placed a hand on her shoulder, the casual intimacy of the gesture making my stomach churn. "What do you think? It's the second largest bedroom in the house." Bertha glanced around, taking in the pale blue walls, the window seat overlooking the garden, the bookshelf crammed with my favorite novels. "I like it," she declared with a nod. "Much better than the other