Forbidden Desire

[50] Buried Secrets

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The small thuds clicking against the marble floor resounded around the hallways, the only source of sound in the eerie silence. Her hands were wrapped around the handle of the crutches, forcing it down on the floor and taking slow steps alongside him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you?" Elliott glanced over at his wife, preparing himself to get ignored again. He was clearly holding himself back from just scooping her up in his arms and get rid of those crutches, but reluctantly pushed that thought away. "You are struggling to walk."

She didn't reply, eyes casted down on the floor to observe her each step carefully. The crutches were definitely not easy to use, but she was starting to get the hang of it. Besides, it was much better than moving by a wheelchair everywhere.

After more than a month of physiotherapy and walking exercises, she finally managed to get down on her feet on her own. The doctors were concerned though, thinking it will take more surgeries to get her mobility back. However, Elliott made sure she got treated by one of the best orthopedists of Italy and received the required medical service she deserved.

He was there for her. Each time when she cried, had nightmares, got panic attacks or went absolutely crazy in the middle of the night, he comforted her. The sudden change of character wasn't a part of her observation though, seeing how she couldn't even think about anything other than Levi or the miscarriage she had.

Drowned in a sea of guilt and pain, Sirena was a shell of nothingness. It has been so long since she last talked, smiled or got hopeful about something. In her eyes, the world has lost all forms of color and life it owned.

Every day was the same for her; eat, sleep, breath. Basically everything she had snatched away from her bestfriend. It wasn't fair, how he was six feet under, all cold and alone while she gets all these luxuries without even asking. Murderers don't deserve such treatment.

"Your room is this way, love." A large hand landed on her lower back, pulling her out of her self-pity thoughts. She looked up, meeting her husband's neutral gaze. "I arranged a separate room for you."

Elliott was waiting for a reaction, any type of reaction to form on her beautiful face. She was too distant and silent these days, so much it sickened him knowing he was the reason behind her trauma. His face fell slightly when she turned her back and limped inside her new room, not sparing him another glance.

Despite his unwillingness and hesitation, Elliott had forced himself to come up with the decision of giving Sirena a separate room. He didn't want to invade her privacy anymore, as much as it sounded absurd coming from someone who did all those things to her. He wanted to start working on becoming a better person for her, as cheesy as it sounds.

Sirena navigated her new surroundings blankly, taking in the soft features of the room. The walls were much lighter than Elliott's bedroom and the furnitures seemed more furry and light pink tinted. Aesthetic paintings were hung against the pale walls, adding into the feminine elegance of the room.

"I personally got it designed for you, I hope you feel more comfortable here." A presence loomed over from behind her shoulder, his warm breath fanning over her bare shoulders. "There is even an art corner for you."

Sure enough, the other side of the humongous room had a window bay on it. There was a tall wooden easle infront of it, a sharp white canvas resting against it. A white shelf was attached on the wall beside it, all sorts of painting supplies decorated there. It reminded her of the art room she discovered months ago in this house.