VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]

SUPERPOWER

| CHAPTER XXXV |

I have been looking out the window for the third time since I woke up. From there, I could see an art school that was just across the street. It was Harry's art school, the same place he visited at least twice a week when he came to Milan. Since that place is now my home, I spend more time in that city than he did.

I seemed completely crazy about making such drastic changes to my lifestyle, but it wasn't an accident, I felt really ready for this change.

It was like I was freeing myself from something that didn't make me happy. Now I didn't have the responsibility to run or chair a billion-dollar corporation, I didn't have a marriage or a house. I was starting my life in another country where I couldn't even speak the language.

During my first few days in that rented apartment, I concentrated on getting things organized and planning my next steps. My original intent was not to go after Harry, as much as I had wanted to since I first set foot there. Being close to him was something I wanted, but that wasn't the only reason for my visit. The country and everything I had known about it so far were enchanting to me.

Moving away from my family and ex-husband was the first step in my new lifestyle, which required a radical change. I decided to isolate myself from everything, so I spent a few days stuck in that apartment just eating pizza and letting my beard grow longer than usual, maybe I would let my hair grow too.

I felt a bit depressed, but nothing very different from the lonely feeling I already knew. It was hard to think about my mother as well. What would she think of me if she could see me now? Because in the end, all her perspectives did not materialize. I sacrificed her dream in order to live a life that I had no idea what it would be like. I needed a purpose and I had to find it.

After sipping my cappuccino, I looked out the window again and saw a car pulling into the parking lot. I knew that car… It was Harry's car. I got a chill on my back when I saw him open the gallery gates.

He was alone and it was a good opportunity to go down and call him for a coffee, but I had no intention of doing that so soon. He had already unblocked me from his social media and probably did so after discovering that I had already been divorced and resigned. No one knew where I was except for myself, not even Liam.

Harry hasn't texted me since. He was taking that time seriously given that it had been two months and two weeks since our last conversation. I wanted to believe that he just needed that time to heal, but maybe he didn't want me around anymore. It's possible that he was even annoyed with everything we had, while I was sick over it.

What would Harry's reaction be if he found out that I was living in the apartment opposite his gallery? He'd probably think I was a stalker or something? 'Cause I really seemed to be acting like one as I watched him come and go from inside the gallery on almost every Tuesday and Thursday morning. I tried to text him countless times, but never had the courage to actually send the messages. My fear of his response or lack thereof consumed me, preventing me from taking a significant step. That's why I chose to be alone, but I wanted to be different.