All Chapters of My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emelda's POV My heart pounded in my chest as I raced out of the event hall and through the hallways, searching frantically for Bryan. I felt nauseated as I increased my pace, but I didn't stop. I had to find him, and had to know what was happening. Just when I stopped to catch my breath after a ten minute futile search I finally spotted him, standing alone at the top of a hallway. He looked like a statue, his body rigid with anger.Without hesitating, I climbed up the steps, my mind determined to find answers. "Bryan," I called out, my voice hoarse with emotion. "What's the matter hun."He didn't move, his eyes fixed on the window ahead."Who is he, Emelda?" Bryan finally uttered, his voice like a knife in the dark and his eyes red with fury. "Who is the man in the video? What does he have that you would throw everything away for him?"I shook my head in confusion, “What man, what vi…” Before I could even finish my sentence, Bryan grabbed my arm, his grip like iron as he pulled

Emelda's POV.My head throbbed with a dull ache as I squinted against the bright light streaming through the window. It seemed like I had just woken up from a deep slumber of three to five days. "Where am I?" I wondered, my heart racing as I darted my eyes from our corner of the strange room to the other. The room was really unfamiliar, the air stale and dusty, and the walls barely covered with worn out paints already falling off from the wall. I tried to remember what had happened, but my memories were fuzzy, fragmented by the haze of the night before.Slowly, I tried to sit up from the bed but my head spun so badly that I stumbled back to the bed. I rested for a while before pulling myself back up again, this time, despite the headache, I was successful. My stomach clenched with fear as I began to pace the room, my fingers grasping at my hair as I searched for clues, for anything that might explain where I was and how I had gotten there.But the room was bare, the furniture sp

Emelda's POV “My child… My child, Emelda.” The old woman's voice rang out in the small room she used as her sitting room, piercing through my thoughts as I stared lost in thoughts into the unfamiliar streets. I flinched as she touched me, bringing me back to the present. I quickly covered the curtain and sank into a nearby wooden seat by the side, fear and uncertainty flooding back into my mind."Are you okay, child?" the woman asked, her voice gentle and kind as she moved her hands from my shoulder to my head, a look of concern etched across her weathered face."I… I…I'm fine," I murmured, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to gather my composure. "I'm just worried about everything that has been happening, and my husband isn't picking up my calls.""I'm sorry, dear," the old woman said, her voice soft and apologetic. "I know you're worried about your husband, but you need to take it easy, remember the baby’s life is at risk."I nodded, my mind still clouded with worry as I locked

Emelda's POV The streets were bustling with activity, the sound of car horns and street vendors calling out their wares echoing through the air. I moved through the crowds, my eyes scanning the faces of the people around me as I headed towards the park. The buildings in that environment were old and rundown, the paint peeling and the windows cracked as I walked past, the scent of exhaust and garbage filling my nostrils. I kept my head down, my shoulders hunched as I avoided the stares of the men on the street, their leers and whistles making my skin crawl. After a few more minutes of walking, I came closer to the park. Sighting the bus I was about to leave, I broke into a run, my heart pounding in my chest as I dodged the people on the sidewalk, my breath coming in short gasps. "Wait!" I shouted, my voice raw with desperation as I reached the bus stop, waving my arms frantically at the driver. The bus slowed, the brakes screeching as it came to a stop, and I climbed aboard F

Emelda's POV My heart softened as I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers working deftly to fix my hair as I heard the pitter patter of tiny feet outside my room.A moment later, the door burst open, revealing my two beautiful children, my heart swelling with love as I smiled at them.It was exactly two years since the fateful day I had been a whirlwind of emotions, deciding to let Bryan be and never go back pleading or begging, As I went back down the memory lane, the sting of betrayal and heartbreak from Bryan stood fresh in my mind.Taking a deep breath, I pushed away the thoughts back to the cage I had locked it in. I was glad that I was healing and moving on.“Good morning, mummy,” Marco and Martha echoed, drawing me back to reality, their voices laced with so much joy. "Good morning, my little angels," I answered back, my voice soft and gentle as I knelt down to hug and greet them, my fingers brushing against their soft, chubby cheeks as I kissed them each in turn.The t