His Wife Of Forcèd Fate ✓

Chapter - 9

Her POV

A week had passed since the incident, and now there was an underlying sense of fear around him. She found herself trying to keep her distance, avoiding any possible encounters. Some days, she managed to go without seeing him at all. The memory of his harshness remained, a constant reminder of his actions that had left her hurt.

It wasn't as though she had fallen for him; she was more intrigued by the mystery he presented. Despite his demeanor, she believed there was a better side to him. It was clear that he was dealing with his own struggles, and she couldn't help but think that he carried a good heart beneath it all. However, that good heart didn't seem to extend towards her at all.

While she did not at all wanted his affection and love, she did feel that she deserved some level of kindness from him and some respect from him. After all, they were bound together by their situation. It wasn't about romance; it was about coexisting, about putting up a act for the world. They needed to play their parts as a happy couple, even if it was just an act.

His POV

As the week went by, things felt different between us. You could almost feel the tension in the air, a result of what had happened earlier. She seemed invisible somehow in the house, as if she was trying to hide. I couldn't shake the memory of how she reacted when I grabbed her shoulders. It was like a heavy guilt on my mind.

I noticed she was acting differently. Whenever I walked in, she'd look away. She moved carefully, like she didn't want to bump into me. It was clear she felt uncomfortable around me. And I knew it was because of what I had done.

It was like a gap had opened up between us, wider than before. I thought I was just setting some boundaries between us, but now it appeared like I had gone too far. Seeing her try to avoid me reminded me that my actions had consequences beyond my own feelings.

To be honest, this change kind of brings relief to me. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can focus on practical things without getting tangled up in emotions. But at the same time, I feel guilty for feeling relieved. It's like I'm betraying the memory of the love I once had.

Watching her ignore me makes me wonder if I went too far with my actions. Did I push her away more than I intended? It's a tricky balance between protecting myself and wanting to keep her away from me and hurting her.

I watched her from a distance, feeling bad about how things had turned out. I was the one who messed things up, but I couldn't find it in me to fix them. I was afraid of getting close, of letting someone in, only to have them leave again. So, I stayed back, even though I could see the effect my actions were having on her.