Allegedly Yours

Test of Loyalty

Chapter 47

Aston was beyond shock, paralyzed by the revelation. Memories from his childhood flooded back, each one more painful than the last. After his mother's death, his father had abandoned him emotionally, leaving him to navigate his grief alone. Aston had been just six years old, forced to wipe his own tears and handle his sorrow in solitude.

He recalled countless nights spent crying, clutching his mother's photograph, fervently wishing for her return. His caretaker's words still echoed in his mind: "The dead never return, Aston. Your mother has gone away from our world." The pain had been unbearable, driving him to the point where he stopped attending school, hoping in vain that his father would come to comfort him.

He remembered his father's phone number by heart, dialing it every day, only to be met with silence. Even the caretakers wept at the sight of the lonely, broken boy who desperately needed his father's love and support.

Yet, life had moved on, and eventually, so did Aston. He adapted to the loneliness, returning to school, though he never made any friends. His classmates deemed him cold and aloof, never bothering to understand the depth of his pain.

Despite their many differences, misunderstandings, and grievances, Aston had always respected one aspect of his father: his apparent loyalty. He had believed that after his mother's death, his father had never remarried or sought the company of another woman. But now, even that belief was shattered. His father had cheated on his mother, even after her death. This betrayal cut deeper than any wound Aston had ever felt, leaving him reeling in a sea of hurt and confusion.

The letter lay at his feet, a testament to his father's deception. As the weight of this new reality settled over him, Aston felt a mix of anger, sadness, and profound disappointment. The man he had struggled to respect, despite everything, had betrayed not just him but the memory of his beloved mother.

Aston was shaken by everything he had discovered, but he knew he couldn't let his emotions control him. He needed to clear his mind and think rationally. Loyalty was the most priceless thing one could give in a relationship, something he had always believed in deeply. How could his father do this to him and to his late mother? Just how?

A part of his heart refused to believe it, clinging to the hope that his father had been loyal, that he hadn't betrayed his mother and him. Aston wanted to confront his father, to call him and curse him, but questions swirled in his head, unanswered and overwhelming. But why suddenly this all happened, what has changed?.

He gathered the scattered letters and documents, stuffing them into his jacket pocket when his fingers brushed against something familiar—the ring Elena had gifted him on his birthday. An inner voice questioned him: Wasn't he doing the same thing to Nyrah? Wasn't he being disloyal to her by keeping Elena alive in his memories, by constantly bringing up the past and accusing Nyrah?

This sudden realization made him freeze. He clenched the ring tightly in his fist, his mind racing. Just then, the door creaked open, revealing a concerned Nyrah carrying a tray of food.

"You haven't eaten anything since afternoon. So I brought snacks for you," she said gently, placing the tray on the nearby glass table before approaching him.

"What's in there?" she asked, her eyes drifting to his clenched fist. Aston opened his hand, revealing the ring, and as always, a sad expression crossed her face.

"Aston... I-I know you hate me for this," she confessed out of the blue, her voice thick with sorrow.

He stepped closer to her, causing her to lean against the shelf for support. Cupping her cheeks gently, he looked into her gray eyes as if worshipping them. He confessed his deepest thoughts, "I want to hate you, disgrace you to no end, but then your eyes meet mine, and my defenses bend. In that gaze, I'm spellbound, lost in a trance, and... all hate vanishes as if it was never there in the very first place." With that, he gave Nyrah a shock by kissing her on the lips for the first time since their marriage. She felt a surge of ecstasy, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, living in a moment she believed would never come. As they both lost themselves in their world of desire, the ring—a souvenir of the past—came crashing to the floor.

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It was a beautiful morning as Nyrah woke up, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She lay in bed for a moment, feeling a rare sense of peace. The events of the previous night played in her mind, Aston's unexpected kiss and the tenderness in his eyes. It was a side of him she had never seen before, and it filled her with a cautious hope.

She slowly got out of bed, wrapping herself in a robe, and walked to the window. The garden outside was in full bloom, vibrant colors painting a picturesque scene. She took a deep breath, the scent of flowers mingling with the fresh morning air.

Aston was not in the room. Nyrah wondered where he could be, her momentary worry giving way to curiosity. Just then, the door opened, and Aston entered with two cups of tea and a tray of side delicacies.

"Good morning," he greeted her, a soft smile on his face as he set the tray on the bedside table. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast."

Aston handed her a cup of tea, and they settled back into the pillows, the atmosphere comfortable and light. For a few moments, they enjoyed the tea in silence, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains.

"I've been thinking," Aston began.

"We should go somewhere... umm, you know, we didn't get time for ourselves after the marriage," Aston proposed.

Nyrah looked at him, surprised. "Huh? Where should we go?"

"Let's go on a honeymoon."

Nyrah's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. It was something she had longed for but never dared to hope for. "A honeymoon?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief and anticipation. "Are you serious?"

Aston nodded, his grip on her hand tightening "Let's go to Germany,".

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