" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆。𖦹°‧ Rayyan's Pov :
I was staring at the sleeping, unconscious figure of my wife on the hospital bed.
I'm the reason why she's here.
I should be damned for it.
If I hadn't done that act and then locked her there, she wouldn't be in the hospital now. The doctor told me that she fainted due to stress and tiredness and that she'll be awake within a few minutes. I've been staring at her for 15 minutes, and there's no sign of her waking up.
I waited and waited for Sehmat to open her eyes and gazed at her tenderly, which is just causing my heart to ache harshly, giving me the punishment.
After a few more minutes, I could see Sehmat slowly fluttering her eyelashes and waking up. My heart started beating rapidly when those enchanting green orbs were in view now.
Her eyes moved everywhere and then stopped at me. For a second, they were normal, then they softened, and in a snap, they turned dark.
Those mesmerizing green eyes held rage, disappointment and hurt, which were clearly visible. I felt like my breath was caught in my throat. I could see a hint of hatred in her eyes.
She tried to sit on the bed silently, and I was about to help her, as i touched her shoulders to help her sit but she jerked my hand away harshly. "Do not touch me." She gritted.
I moved back, sitting on the stool, with softened eyes and a paining heart, I gazed at my wife, who was probably burning with flames and planning my murder in her head.
"Sehmat, I'm sorry," I husked out, but she didn't look at me, as if ignoring me.
"Sehmat, I know there's no forgiveness for what I did! But I... I was just not in my senses. I know that doesn't justify what I did. But... but I'm sorry," I hesitantly spoke.
"I'm sorry. I should have trusted you. I'm sorry I should have listened to you and tried to understand your side of the story, but I couldn't.
My possessiveness over you got the best of me. I didn't like the idea of you being with anyone else who's not me.
I didn't like it when Kamil called on your phone that night and was standing outside our house at 1 am to meet you. I didn't like any of it," her eyes widened as if she doesn't know about those things, of course she doesn't.
" I'm sincerely sorry," I affirmed out.
yet she didn't look my side. At me. My heart pained seeing her cold shoulder and ignorance towards me. I didn't like it. It was like someone stabbing me hundred times.
I gently got up from my seat and sat on the bed, gazing at Sehmat ever so delicately, while her face was turned aside, not wanting to look at me. I moved my hands towards her face and cupped her cheeks, making her look at me.