His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

113 I'm So Over You

His eyes were all red. His breath reeked of alcohol. He approached me with the document in his hand. A transparent plastic file contains a person's case report information. My name is in the patient column. It was six months ago.

"I saw the video from Santa Maria Hospital," he said, word by word, "I saw us together. It turned out that we not only knew each other, but we were close. But you told me you didn't know me at all. Why?"

The truth will be found out one day, and the deep-buried secret will be found out sooner or later. I unconsciously stepped back until my back hit the wall. How do I explain this to him?

"Tell me." His voice was full of authority. "How can you lie to me?"

"We have nothing to do with each other," I said calmly. "Those videos don't mean anything."

He stared at me, as if his eyes were piercing through me. His breath became heavy, like a lion about to explode.

"If those videos don't mean anything," he said, taking a piece of paper from his pocket and spreading it in front of me. "What about this?"

I saw him holding a piece of paper with a woman standing on the beach and the wind blowing through her hair. She looked somewhere with a smile and a deep love in her eyes. In the lower right corner of the paper was the name of the woman-Eva Green.

I remember that in the attic of his house there were many pictures of Mia that he had painted when he was thinking of her. He used to keep his paintings of Mia very carefully. I thought he would never paint for anyone again.

When did he paint me?

"Every time I close my eyes, I have these fleeting images in the back of my mind. It's a very familiar feeling, but I can't remember what it is," he said bitterly, "I feel like I've lost something important in my life. Is it you? Have I lost you?"

I looked at him, and I was touched by what he had done for me. I also feel sad that he still can not remember me. I wanted to stroke his cheek and kiss his sexy lips. I wanted to tell him, yes, we were so close. When I was in pudding, when I almost fell into the abyss of death, the only person I miss is him.

It is he who makes my heart beat again. He let me feel the taste of love. He let me understand that in this world there are people who really care about me and love me.

I know very well that I loved him, but I can not continue this love. Because love is selfish and selfless. I should choose the right time to say goodbye. It was the best outcome for both him and me.

I can't forget Vickie's advice. I can't let Frade suffer for me. Because he has done so much for me. It's my turn to pay for him.

"I'm sorry, Frade," I whispered to him. "It's over between us."

"No." He leaned close to me and propped his hands against the wall behind me. I could feel his warm breath slowly blowing into my face.

"I know exactly how I feel." His voice was hoarse and full of sadness. "The closer I get to you, the more I can't get out of it. It's getting stronger and stronger. It's so familiar but I can't remember it. I feel so miserable."

"Lost memories can never be found again." My voice choked. "Relationships that are over can never be restarted. Frade, we are over."

"What about you?" He asked. "Do you feel the same way about me? Tell me."

"It doesn't matter." I turned away from him.

"But it's important to me," he pressed, "If we feel the same way about each other, why not try to start over? You don't have to worry about your fiance's feelings, and I can break off the engagement with Sarah at any time. I just want you to tell me how you feel about me?"

My heart was burning, as if there was a raging fire burning my body.

It hurts. My heart is bleeding.

He held my face in his hands and told me to look at him. I saw it. I saw the spark of love in his eyes. I saw myself in his eyes. But I got cold feet. I couldn't look at him straight in the eye.

Then his soft lips pressed gently against my mouth, and his kiss became as passionate as his eyes. He easily broke through my defense and opened my mouth with his tongue. His soft, deft tongue went straight into my mouth, and I dodged at first. But he kept coming, and soon I surrendered. Our tongues are entwined in our mouths.

His hand pressed against my chest, and I felt my heart beat faster, and the familiar feeling returned. My body began to respond to him, his hands caressing my breasts through my clothes, my hands around his neck. My breath quickened with the beat of my heart.

He reached into my clothes and wrapped his hand around my back, easily unbuttoning my bra. Two of my breasts popped out of my bra. He pushed my clothes up, then lowered his head and sucked on my n.ipples.

His teeth nibbled at my n.ipples as if an electric current were running through my body. I felt my stomach tighten and I tightened my legs. One of his hands was pinching one of my breasts, and I kept my eyes closed and my mouth humming.

One of his hands went all the way down my body. When his finger went into my underwear and was about to reach my garden, I opened my eyes suddenly. At that moment, a half-silver mask appeared in my eyes, and I remembered that Daley had appeared in my dream. He was standing in the distance, silently watching me. He was carrying something in one hand.

As I approached, I realized that he was carrying a human head, Frade's head.

"No." I pushed Frade away.

"We can't do this," I said, waking up from the trance and remembering what Vickie had told me. I can't choose Frade.

"Why?" Frade looked at me blankly.

"Frade, you don't love me. You love Mia," I said, "From the very beginning you just thought of me as a stand-in for Mia, the person you loved was Mia, and all your feelings for me were just because I looked like Milhas and we were sisters."

"No, I know exactly how I feel about you. You're not like Mia," Frade hastens to explain.

"But why do you forget me and only remember her?" I retorted. "Admit it, the only person you love in your heart is Mia."

He was silent. He was thinking. I smiled at myself, and he wondered if he really thought I was Mia's stand-in.

"It's only when I'm with Daley that I can really get out of Mia's shadow," I said sadly, "Frade, I'm so over you."

He glared at me with angry eyes. Then he smashed his fist against the wall behind me. The dull sound seemed to hit my heart at the same time.

I watched him turn away. His knuckles were stained with blood. His figure is lonely.

I knew he wouldn't come to me again.