His Heart For Collection

Chapter twenty three

The moment I awoke in the morning, I smelled breakfast that Drew liked to cook in the mornings for us. When we were still living together in our house, Drew was the one who cooked for us. I did know how to cook, but it was my husband's love language to cook for me. His cooking was ten times better than mine.

So, he was the one who did our breakfast, packed us lunch and made us dinner in the evenings. Well, he cooked and did the dishes while I made sure the house was clean and did our laundry.

I was still reminiscing about our old lives when the bedroom door opened, Drew bringing with him a tray filled with breakfast.

"Breakfast in bed?" he asked, already putting it on the side table.

I sat up on the bed, my mind still a bit muddled. I wanted to ask him what he was doing here, but I stopped myself. I didn't remember calling him to come over.

"Thank you. Smells lovely," I complimented.

"Anything for you, my Love."

He joined me on the bed, then gave me a chaste kiss. I got off the bed to go brush my teeth. I didn't like to eat my breakfast without brushing my teeth.

I washed my face in the bathroom. I saw that my eyes were puffy, an indication that I have been crying. What happened last night?

I finished brushing my teeth, my mind on why I was crying. Would Drew lie to me if I asked?

I went back to the bedroom and joined Drew on the bed. We ate in silence. I was distracted on my side, still trying to wrack my brain on why Drew was in my apartment and what happened last night. I did remember calling him, but I couldn't recall what I said on the phone.

I was distracted to the point that I missed my mouth when drinking my coffee. I hissed when the hot liquid came into contact with my chin.

Drew quickly took the cup from my hands and put it on the side table. He quickly went to the bathroom and came back with a wet facecloth. He put it on my chin, his eyes searching my own for answers.

He sighed, asking, "What's on your mind?"

I took a moment to calm my erratic heart, trying to collect myself. "Why are you here? I don't remember asking you to come over, Drew."

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. "You called me last night saying you needed to talk to me. When I got here, I found you crying. You wouldn't say what the matter was. You asked me to stay over and said we will talk in the morning."

I frowned, finding it hard to believe him. I don't think I would go out of my way to call him, especially when I was in the process of going to convince him to sign the divorce papers.

"Are you sure?" I asked, still a bit skeptical. Maybe I called him to discuss the divorce?

"Yes. You called me and said I should come over. You remember, right?" He was looking deep into my eyes and I couldn't look away even if I wanted. Something was rooting me in his eyes. "You remember, right?"

I nodded. I think I did remember. "Yes, I remember."

"Good. Now, what did you want to discuss with me?

"I think the divorce?" I asked, not quite sure.

"Yes, that. What about it, my Love? Are we divorcing?"

"Yes-no. No. I don't want to divorce. I think I want to come back home. No, I don't want to come back home. I mean, I want to and-"

"Shhh! Now, calm down. Let's think this through. What do you want, my Love?"

"I want to come back home. I think we can work through our problems. Didn't you say we should talk about our problems last night?" I asked, remembering one of us saying they'll listen. Was it me?

What's wrong with me? I felt my control slipping. I felt like I was not in control of my own mind.

"Drew, am I okay?" I asked him, still feeling like I was missing something.

"You're not, my Love. But once you come back home, I promise you'll feel alright. Everything will feel much better."

I still couldn't wrap mind around how everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers.

"But I wanted a divorce, Drew. I called my lawyer last week and he said he'll send through the divorce papers for both of us to sign. Did you get them?" I asked, my voice a bit whiny. What was wrong with me? Things were coming back in snippets and I didn't know which were playing with me and which were right.

I heard Drew's sigh so exhausted. I looked at him, seeing the flicker of irritation before it was gone. He fixed me with a hard stare, making me frown.

"What do you want me to do, Leon? I tried to be understanding when you wanted us to separate. I honored your wishes. I even let you move out of our marital home. I even let you do as you wish for two whole years. I think it's time I also get my way, don't you think?"

"What are you saying?" I asked, surprised by the hard look in his eyes.

He got off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm just saying I've been lenient on you. I let you do as you please for so long now my family is calling me weak. I've let you roam about, do your own things without me intervening. Would it kill you for once to-"

"Drew, I'm tired. I can't process what you're saying to me now," I told him, just wishing for him to shut up for once. What was he even saying? He let me roam around like I needed permission from him?

"Let me explain to you what I'm saying. I'm saying you're coming back home with me today."

Looking at him, I saw that he was serious. I think that's when my brain clicked to me that I was maybe in danger. I snorted, stopping myself from laughing.

"So pack your bags. I have already terminated your lease. We are going home today."

I tried to gauge if he was serious or not. "I'm not going anywhere," I told him.

He didn't smile, glare or change his hard look when he said, "Too bad."

I don't know what he did or how he did it, but the next thing I knew was that I was seeing darkness.