Gabriel's Obsession

Fractured Bonds

Time has passed, a relentless march of days that feel like an eternity. In the confines of our shared room, we coexist like strangers, our connection fragmented and lost. The chasm between us seems insurmountable. The depth of Gabriel's betrayal weighs heavily on my soul, etching scars upon my psyche, invisible but profound.

Night after night, I lie in bed, my heart burdened by an unrelenting anguish. The injuries inflicted upon my mind, the torment that has left my spirit fractured and scarred, persist unabated.

A gulf now separates us, a gaping void too vast to bridge. Though Gabriel makes attempts to mend our broken relationship, his apologies feel like whispers in a tempest of doubts and fears. My trust in him, once unwavering, lies shattered. His words are like fragile glass, beautiful yet painfully breakable, incapable of carrying the weight of my belief.

Curiously, Gabriel has kept his distance from our twin daughters, as though a paternal presence eludes him. He observes them from afar, his gaze distant and contemplative, as if grappling with an enigma he cannot resolve. The naming of our daughters, Rose and Luna, occurred without my consultation, as though my opinion held little consequence. This paradox of exasperation and tenderness defines our relationship now.

Within these walls, my in-laws disdain my daughters as though they bear a curse. Their prejudices and biases further alienate us. My mother-in-law's indifference is staggering; she fails to extend even the faintest interest toward the girls, let alone hold them. The sole exception to this estrangement is Mother Grace, a beacon of unwavering support and benevolence. She aids me in caring for the twins, a refuge of compassion in this turbulent storm.

Anna, the venomous viper who once taunted me, has grown reticent, as though my defiance in slapping her finally stirred a chord of fear. I sense that she schemes in the shadows, an invisible tempest gathering force beneath her composed exterior. I must remain vigilant, protecting my little ones from any lurking danger.

Today, I lulled Rose and Luna into a tranquil nap within their nursery. I spoke to them softly, the deep well of my love for them swelling within my chest. Their eyes, innocent and brimming with wonder, eventually succumbed to the gentle pull of slumber.

With a sense of accomplishment, I departed the nursery, making my way back to our room. These twins, my little miracles, have brought joy to my life, a glimmer of light amidst the chaos.

I disrobed, standing before the mirror and inspecting my post-pregnancy body. My reflection bore the indelible marks of motherhood. I traced my fingers gently over the C-section scar on my abdomen, following its path with the tenderness reserved for a familiar lover. My body exhibited changes I couldn't deny, my cheeks now slightly plumper, my silhouette altered by the passage of time.

Tears welled in my eyes as I reminisced about the days when my figure had been slender and carefree. A wave of sadness surged through me, and I wept softly, the silent lament of a mother grieving for her former self.

The creak of the door seized my attention, and I started, my heart pounding, caught in a moment of vulnerability. There stood Gabriel, his presence commanding the room. His gaze, intense and unwavering, moved from my eyes to my altered figure, a tempest of emotions swirling within me.

I stood frozen, the shirt in my hands forgotten. His words, spoken with a sincerity both gentle and determined, pierced the silence. "Amelia," he said, and his voice resonated with a depth that carried silent promises and unspoken confessions. I was ensnared in this whirlwind of emotions, the love we had once shared, the moments that bound us, becoming palpable and real once more.

Despite my determination to harbor resentment, to guard my fragile heart, I couldn't help but hold onto the fragments of that love. But I couldn't reveal my vulnerability; it was a weakness I couldn't afford. In silence, I brushed past him, heading for the shower, leaving him behind.

The hot water caressed my skin, soothing and unburdening. Tears mingled with the cascade, cleansing my cheeks, offering ephemeral relief. My mind was a tempest, emotions in turmoil. Affectionate words in the doorway, so sincere and enticing, couldn't sway me. I needed to protect myself, to safeguard the fractured pieces of my heart.

Yet, deep within, beneath the layers of pain and anger, I couldn't deny the inescapable truth. My love for that enigmatic monster persisted an unbreakable bond that transcended reason. It was the bitter irony of my existence.

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I watched her retreating form as she slipped away into the bathroom without a word. The hollow ache in my chest had grown unbearable. I knew I had committed countless wrongs, but I couldn't deny the persistence of my love for her. It was an obsession that coursed through my veins, undeniable and unyielding. She was my anchor, my salvation, and no one could sever the bond that connected us.

My heart hung heavy with the torment of our fractured relationship. What had I done to deserve this, I wondered. The answer echoed back at me with haunting clarity: I had let her down. Betrayed her trust. Shattered her sense of security.

I didn't understand why I hadn't held my daughters again since that first time, had not engaged with them as a father should. In those brief moments I had embraced them, the twin beams of my existence, I felt an overwhelming fear that I would somehow fail them. My actions, or rather my lack thereof, left an indelible weight on my shoulders.

The days had been a struggle as I continued to search for a loophole to break the engagement with Anna, my father's relentless pressure gnawing at my conscience. He insisted that I divorce Amelia and marry Anna, the prospect of which was unbearable.

Today, as I prepared to face another encounter with my father, a sense of trepidation welled within me. Upon entering his office, I was met with the sight of divorce papers laid out before him. The reality of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn't help but react.

"What's the meaning of this, dad?" I demanded, my voice tinged with frustration. "I won't do this. I won't divorce Amelia."

My father leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes locking onto mine, a menacing glint in them. "Gabriel, you must understand that I will not accept this defiance. You will sign these papers."

The tension in the room was palpable as we locked eyes, and I was left with no other choice. "I refuse to do it. I can't divorce Amelia, not after everything she's been through. She's my wife, and I can't just abandon her."

A sinister smile played on my father's lips. He leaned forward, his gaze unrelenting, and then his hand casually slid beneath the desk. When he brought it back into view, the barrel of a gun was aimed at my head.

Despite the lethal threat inches from my face, I couldn't bring myself to cower in fear. I met his gaze with unwavering determination. "You won't shoot me, dad. You're bluffing."

He let out a chilling chuckle, a glint of madness in his eyes. "Gabriel, why would I shoot you? But if you don't sign those papers, the bullet will find its way to Amelia's head"

My heart raced, and my mind whirled with conflicting emotions. I couldn't bear the thought of his cruelty extending to Amelia, couldn't risk her safety. My father may not be the reigning Don, but he hadn't lost all his power, and he held the means to follow through on his threat.

With a heavy sigh, I picked up the pen and scrawled my signature on the divorce papers. My hand trembled, but I couldn't allow my father's threat to harm Amelia to become a reality.

My father's malicious smile returned, and he waved the papers in the air with a mocking gesture. "A wise decision, Gabriel. Now go and convince Amelia to sign the papers. She's dumb; she won't understand the implications of what she's signing."

The venom in his words sent a surge of anger through me. "Enough, dad. Your mockery is insufferable." Without waiting for a response, I snatched the papers from his grasp and left his office, slamming the door behind me.

As I held those damning documents, a promise stirred within me. I would find a solution. I would not allow this despicable charade to continue, and I would stand by Amelia, no matter the cost.

I'm sorry for late update. I've been caught up with work and exams lately.
Amelia will get justice 😉

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