The Italian's Proposal

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Melody

Melody was petrified, dumbfounded, when she realized that Timothy was in front of her. She couldn't believe he was there, she arranged with Devina not to cross Timothy's path, that was the deal, she didn't understand why he was there, next to a man with dark hair and a mischievous look. One who looked like a cat who just ate a mouse. He seemed to be fulfilled.

"Why are you here?" she asked, although something told her, her instinct made her think that, she was a puppet in a play planned by the redhead who was next to her in the elevator.

She looked up guessing for a response from her eyes, a confirmation that her doubts were based and made sense.

"I felt that something needed a little push, if you don't want to see Timothy again anyway, he'll leave right now with Hamlet, continue with their plans and you'll get your stuff out of here, you'll never have to see his face again. Am I speaking clearly enough for you?"

Melody returned her gaze to Timothy, he was looking at her with his deep green eyes, he had a growing beard, which gave him a mysterious and more striking air than usual, a light green shirt and black pants, his dark circles under his eyes showed that he was having bad nights and maybe bad days, perhaps as bad or worse than hers, since he was bearing the brunt of it. After her departure from the chapel, he had to deal with the media, her parents, the wedding expenses, the money spent on decorations, dress, and suit. It had all been a disaster thanks to her, thanks to her not being able to keep her part of the bargain, only because she fell madly in love with him, and felt she betrayed her heart and her existence if she stayed by his side fulfilling her role as a fake wife.

It was not out of fear that she left the chapel, it was not out of fear that she spoke to him and told him she could not go through with the charade.

No.

Everything but that, she was gone, she regretted it, because she knew that if she stayed, she would hate Timothy, and the love she felt for him would be stained, because she thought he would never be able to correspond to her in the same way.

She was not damaged by having a baby in her womb, but she knew that there were men who walked away from women when they were expecting a child by a man who was not them.

"Melody, what are you doing here? Is it true you came to get your things?" Timothy approached her, both women had stepped out of the elevator. Melody was in a bubble and only had eyes for him, for the man of her dreams, the man of her nightmares, the man who occupied all her thoughts and ideas, the one who, just by glimpsing him in her mind, could create contractions in her lower abdomen and desires she never felt for anyone else.

"I... really... it's just that I came..." the words wouldn't come out, she stared at him and felt like crying, like throwing herself into his arms, and that he, as he did so many times throughout the time she was in his apartment, comforted her, hugged her and said that nothing bad would happen to her, that she would be fine, that she would be safe and that he would protect her, he would take care of her, and he would find a way for her to be completely happy.

The fullness with which she felt at his side, was more than enough token to her heart, for this one to further root the thought that she would never again love any other man as she had fallen in love with Timothy.

"Is it true that you came here to get your things and never return? Because if so, I'm not going to stop you. You're welcome to take anything you want."

Melody wanted to shout no, she wanted to tell him that she had gone there to surprise him, to prepare a romantic dinner, to decorate the house with scented candles, she carried all the things in a bag, she called Paula to leave the dinner made in the oven, because she knew that Timothy never entered the kitchen, unless Paula told her that she kept special food for him. She took all the trouble to coordinate every detail, thinking that she was in control of the situation, a crass mistake, as she now realized that Devina was always the one who was in charge of the situation.