MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 43

Ann’s POV

The door opens, and I hear the shuttling of feet before it stops right in front of the bed.

Even though I am not asleep, I don't open my eyes to see who it is because I am not curious or interested in talking with anyone.

I have been this way for over a week now.

I'm grieving, but I don't want to believe it is grieving. Maybe this is all a dream, and I will wake up from this nightmare soon.

Mother didn't deserve all that happened to her. She was such a sweet woman until she met that monster and married him.

She was my only backbone after my father died. She worked two jobs just to ensure I was ok. She gave me life and always assured me that everything would be ok one day.

But she fell in love with the wrong man. And he ruined us. He ruined our relationship. Ruined our lives. And finally killed her.

If there is anyone I want to desperately stab in the chest severally, it is Isaac.

When my mother told me over the phone about Carter’s death, I was shaken and sad. He wasn't good to me, but I felt terrible about his death.

Now that I think of it, I don't want to sympathize with him or anyone anymore.

I can't help the hatred in my heart, alongside the sorrows that come with the mourning.

No matter how hard I try to deny it, I know this is the reality. No matter how many days I spend behind closed doors, the deed is done already.

No matter how long I have my eyes closed to the rest of the world, just because I want to wake up from what I assume is a nightmare, my mother will still be dead.

The funerals had been performed. I couldn't go.

I was balling my eyes out here, while Vicente took care of everything on my behalf.

Perhaps, I should have gone. Maybe if I had seen her body being lowered to the ground, the reality would have sunk deeper into my system that she was gone forever, and I wouldn't be here, hoping for a miraculous turnaround.

A cry almost breaks free from my mouth.

“Ann? Annette?” The familiar voice I know calls, making me shut my eyes tighter.

My mother calls me Annette, and everyone else calls me Ann. She calls my full name. Having Vince call me Annette is bringing tears to my eyes again.

He pulls away the duvet wrapped around me before sinking into the bed, his hand touching my arm. “Ann?”

I don't respond.

I don't want to see him. I don't want to talk to him. I just want to remain this way. I just want the world to move on without me.

“Ann?” Another voice calls, making me flutter my eyes open slowly to meet Tessa’s face.

I haven't seen her since my mother died. Fernando told me she was back in New York and he had informed her immediately it happened.

She called, but I couldn't bring myself to pick up.

Having her right here in front of me with that look on my face makes me lose it again as I start to cry, whimpering hard until it turns into a scream for Mother.

Tessa hugs me, patting my back slowly while I cry it all out. She doesn't tell me to stop crying or force me to listen to her.

She continues to pat my back until my eyes are dried out from crying, and I am hiccuping.