The act of marriage( Book 1)

CHAPTER 23: Sister Addyline.

ADDYLINE'S POV

So... Is this how my two years would be? Is this the life I signed up for? Why couldn't it just have been me pretending to be his wife and not catch feelings on the way? Even if I did catch feelings, it was as if I had chosen the worst kind of candidate!

As the first ray of sunshine slowly loomed in, I laid in bed with my eyes wide open. I would be lying if I said I had slept tonight, I couldn't even manage a wink. The worst part of it all was that I was worried sick about Vladimir, wondering where he could have gone at that time of the night in such a dishevelled state.

Though my bed had arrived yesterday, I hadn't even bothered to sleep there. This time I wanted to be consumed by his scent in a way of comforting myself that he would be fine.

"Mam, Viola has been waiting to be called upstairs for more than fifteen minutes now." Yolanda sternly reasoned with me.

She has been trying to wake me up for the past ten minutes. I wasn't feeling like moving a muscle today, I just wanted to lie in bed and grieve for my loss. Didn't she know that I wanted to say goodbye to the little dream which I had created for myself while I was on this bed? I knew that moving from this bed would bring back my reality, the reason I had married him in the first place.

" I already told you to release her for the day and if she doesn't want to go, then she can spend some time there bonding with you." I said snuggling deeper into the blankets.

Yolanda sighed, then unfolded her hands stomping to Vladimir's side of the bed, suddenly slumping onto the bed as she sat, facing me.

"Look mam, you can only get better if you keep being consistent with your therapeutic exercises." She continued.

Sighing once more, I sat straight on the bed, annoyed by her voice which won't let me be. Feeling dejected, I simply dragged myself to the edge of the bed as Yolanda helped me into the bathroom where I waited for Viola. As soon as she entered the bathroom she ran the water and silently helped me. Yolanda probably had told her that I was in a terrible mood.

"Aren't we doing the exercises first?" I asked.

"I thought that since your not really feeling well, we could just postpone the exercises for tomorrow." She informed nervous.

Gladly accepting the offer, I quickly bathed just as I finished bathing Yolanda called Viola downstairs. I wasn't patient enough to wait for her so dressed in my rob, I slowly started dragging myself out of the bathroom using all the support I could get from the wall or basins.

Reaching the door handle I opened it at the same time as the bedroom door opened revealing a very dirty Vladimir. Are my eyes deceiving me or this is happening? No, it can't be! The Vladimir Slavich, Mr snob shot, who is always wearing smart and fancy is standing before me with clothes full of dust and wet sand. Why is he so muddy?

Getting tired of watching him walk around the room continuing with his mysterious life, I made my presence known in the room as I carefully walked out of the bathroom. Ignoring him I went to use the mirror stand as support and continued my conquest to the other side of the bedroom feeling my every move being scrutinized by his prominent eyes. I was trying my best not to think of the fact that the only thing separating his eyes from my naked body was this robe. Through reflex, I tugged on the ropes making sure they were well secured however, as I finished doing that I smelled his cologne become much stronger. How is that possible? He is drenched in dirt yet the cologne is still eminent. If I could smell the cologne much stronger now that would mean... I turned around and immediately got my answer. He was now standing behind me!

"Let me help you." He whispered as if he was being forced to say it.

I simply stared at him, not knowing what to do or say to a man like him. I felt all the anger and hurt writhe through every part of my body as I stared into his eyes for the very first time since our wedding. I wanted to slap him or kick him and even scream all types of profanities against his name but the heartaches, my very bones wouldn't allow me to even lift my voice. I kept looking into his stone gazed eyes wondering if I would one day get the answers to all the questions I had for him.