Burn the truth (ENG)

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May 2020

After I gave my word to Rayan, he drove us to his house. By us, I mean Ela and me.

It was a two-story villa, far from the city. I barely recognized the area and the house felt deserted.

I spent most of the time sitting anxiously in the yard while Ela was jumping on the trampoline, not knowing what was written for us in the future.

When I wasn't in the garden, I spent the day with Ela in bed watching Disney movies together.

When Ela was asleep, I would sit in the shower scrubbing my body.

I tried to avoid Rayan as much as possible.

After a few days he realized that and confronted me about it. The skin of my arms had led to that.

So I started a new morning routine.

I got up every day at six in the morning to prepare our breakfast before he left for work.

The house was clean and tidy, the clothes washed and ironed.

There wasn't even an ounce of grease on the stove, and the pots, pans, and everything else in the kitchen sparkled.

I decided to make scrambled eggs and waffles for today.

I set the table the way he wanted it, the plates in the center on colorful mats with extra polished silverware a few inches away.

The glasses were on coasters at the right angles and the butter and jam in the right place on the breakfast tray.

I was walking on eggshells, a totally nervous wreck. I tried to avoid any confrontation and behaved as expected.

I poured the orange juice as soon as Rayan entered and he kissed my cheek. "Good morning," he muttered cheerfully. "That smells good."

Inhale and exhale.

He didn't notice that I was up half the night, stiff in his arms, thinking about how he would react the next day.

Now even sleeping was a problem. I was afraid that I would cry from a nightmare and thereby disturb his sleep which will result in hurting Ela or my baby.

Rayan took a seat at the table and I portioned the eggs onto the plates before adding the waffles.

He looked at me with glowing eyes. "You seem to really love your housework. You put your heart and soul into it and did an excellent job."

My lips bent up, but I was crying inside. There was nothing fun about my chores when you're heavily pregnant.

When I set the plate in front of him, he pulled me onto his lap.

I froze.

Disgust surged up and I felt tears sting my eyes.

Inhale and exhale.

"I want to reward you for being so good these past few days. How about going away for the weekend so I can spoil you?"

No, I wanted to scream. I don't want to go away for the weekend with you. I want to go far away from here with Ela.

However, I nodded.

"Is there a particular place you would like to go?" I want to go home.

"Maybe Paris," I replied instead. "I've always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower."

His face lit up. "Yes, that's a good idea. I'll look for the tickets later." He took a bite of his food.

I only picked my food, hoping that this breakfast will pass soon and I can go to Ela.