Solita [Completed]

Warning 24

Life is a tapestry of colors, each shade carrying its own meaning. Yet, I've found myself trapped in monochrome. I built my world around it, believing nothing could shatter it.

Leaving our comfortable home was agonizing. How could I comprehend the care and devotion from a man like him? He became my anchor, my governor, helping me navigate through life's struggle s.

But sometimes, he was as frustrating as he was essential, yet I didn't mind the chaos.

Colors can blend into new shades, each with deeper meanings often overlooked. Despite everything, he gave me moments of joy I'd long been denied.

Together, we ventured into a realm I hoped would last forever. Or so I tried. I sought happiness in fleeting moments with a man whose existence alone couldn't suffice.

I wanted to scream, to release the pent-up pain and anger, to cry once and for all.I blamed him, just as I blamed my grandparents for my despair. Was this their idea of a beautiful life? It seemed promising at first, only to unravel into disappointment.

When I woke, Martin awaited me in my cousin's house, sitting quietly in the lounge.

My eyes were swollen from crying.

As our gazes met, I didn't shy away. Martin's expression was cold, controlled.

I met his steely gaze with equal intensity. How dare he look at me as though I were the problem, when he'd kept something so crucial from me?

I glanced at the bruised faces of his bodyguards. It was clear he'd lashed out at them last night, his anger unleashed.

He stood, brushed off and extinguished his tobacco in the ashtray. His eyes, the color of dark chocolate, bore into me, accusatory. It felt as though he blamed me for my tear-stained eyes.

I said nothing, only returned it by a hurtful gaze, standing near the door, ready to bolt upstairs at a moment's notice. What more could I do? I didn't want to fight anymore, especially with a man who had already made up his mind.

"I brought you breakfast; eat first, then we'll talk," he said in a flat tone, authority underlying his words.

"I'm not hungry," I replied truthfully. I had no appetite; my morning had been too harsh.

He nodded. "Okay, let's go home and talk." His voice lacked any sign of life.

Observing him again, I saw he was containing his anger. His body language, though, suggested he was on the brink of exploding. With just two long strides, his massive frame could easily grab me and drag me away.

But he didn't; this wasn't his territory.

"It's fine; I won't come with you," I decided firmly.

He smirked, a menacing, dangerous smile.

"Fifteen minutes, Arsinoe. If you don't come to me by then, you won't like what happens next." His voice turned threatening, his body tense. He wouldn't accept a refusal. I stood my ground, stepping further away from where I'd been.

"Do you think I'm scared? Are you trying to frighten me?" I asked, my voice trembling with courage despite sensing his seething anger.

I should be the one angry, not him!

Kapal niya!

Did he think I'd agree? Enough, no more. This toxic love had gone on for far too long!

"You're amusing," I sneered, letting my disdain show through my words.

Inside, though, I wanted to cry.

When you know what's been kept from you and you're waiting for that revelation or confession, it hurts. How could you trust someone who'd betray you?