Chapter two
~15.07.2024.~
Author's pov:
*The next day dawned with a sense of tranquility and promise, the soft light filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow in the room where Teodora and Martinus lay entwined in each other's arms. As they stirred from their slumber, the familiar comfort of each other's presence enveloped them, grounding them in the moment.*
Teodora: (stretching lazily) Good morning, my love.
Martinus: (nuzzling closer) Good morning, Teddy. Did you sleep well?
Teodora: (smiling) Like a baby, especially with you by my side.
*Martinus pressed a tender kiss to Teodora's forehead.*
Martinus: (softly) I'm so grateful to wake up next to you every day.
Teodora: (snuggling closer) Me too. It's the best feeling in the world.
*After a few minutes they were both up and ready for the day. Teodora went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them. Martinus was on the phone during that time. Lately, he has been receiving too many tags on some posts, and the same ones. He decided to open a post. As Martinus mindlessly scrolled through posts, his heart sank as he stumbled upon a series of video and photo edits that left him feeling unsettled and disheartened. Each one seemed to suggest that Teodora was only with him because of his fame and success, and also money, casting doubt upon the authenticity of their relationship.... Martinus, without strength, got up and came to Teodora in the kitchen.*
Martinus: (voice trembling) Teodora, you need to see this...
*Teodora, sensing the urgency in Martinus's tone, quickly joined him, her brows furrowing in concern as she watched the videos unfold.*
Teodora: (shocked and stuttering) Oh my... Tinus.... This... This is not true...
Martinus: (voice strained) They're saying... they're saying that you're only with me because of my fame. All this years.... You.. You used me..
*Teodora's heart clenched with pain as she watched the hurt and confusion flicker across Martinus's face. She reached out to him, her touch gentle and reassuring.*
Teodora: (voice trembling) Love... you know that's not true. Y-you know how much I love you, how much you mean to me...
*Teodora wrapped her arms around Martinus, holding him close as they grappled with the hurtful accusations that had invaded their sanctuary of love and trust.*
Martinus: (voice trembling with anger) How could you... How could you betray me like this?
*Teodora recoiled at the accusation, her heart breaking at the disbelief and anger in Martinus's eyes.*
Teodora: (voice quivering) Tinus, you have to believe me... I...I would never do something like that to you...Never...
*Martinus's mind was consumed by the seed of doubt planted by the videos, his thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of suspicion and mistrust.*
Martinus: (voice rising) Don't pretend like you're innocent in all of this! You've been using me from the start, haven't you?! All those sweet words, all those moments we shared... They meant nothing to you!
*Teodora's heart shattered at Martinus's words, the weight of his accusations crushing her spirit. She reached out to him, desperate to bridge the growing chasm between them.*
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