MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 45

Ann’s POV

Weary from all the crying, I snuggle closer to Vince, wondering if he is asleep.

When I look up, I see him watching me with a soft gaze that makes me want to break down again.

It feels different having Vince sympathize with me. When others do that, it makes me so sad and pathetic, but with Vince, I feel different.

I don't feel pathetic. Or embarrassed. Or silly.

Instead, I want to be pitied more. Comforted better. And assured that everything will be fine.

“Do you still want to know about what happened the other day?” I'm trying not to take my mind to the kiss before I broke down when he suddenly ask.

I nod. “What?”

“The nightmare.” He replies and avoids my gaze for a while, probably still debating whether to tell me or not.

I nod again.

I've been so curious. I was sure it was a nightmare, but he denied it. It made me realize Vince could be vulnerable as well.

That might have been the turning point for me. That was the moment I stopped feeling pathetic and embarrassed.

Because I know he could also be vulnerable. Even though he tried to hide it.

After all, we are all humans. No matter how strong we are, we can also be weak, depending on the situation.

No matter how high and mighty we are, we can also fall.

But that doesn't mean we can't rise again. Or we can't become stronger again.

“It started after I lost my father,” he starts, and I move upward so I can see his face properly. We lay on the bed facing each other, and I urge him to go on with a touch on his shoulder. “We had a fight the evening before. We've always had huge fights. He was controlling and I hated it. We used to argue about everything. We never seemed to come to an agreement on one thing till the very end. Mother said I took after his stubbornness.”

He smiles.

I forget about my sorrows for a while, ready to hear all of this and comfort him just like he has comforted me.

I just lost my mother. But Vince had gone through the same experience years ago. The best person who could console me is him.

“We…Mother has always been a major influence on my life. We didn't fight until her husband died.”

He stops for a while and shuts his eyes.

“The next day, we were supposed to have a meeting at the family house in Verona. At the last minute, I changed the location due to some reasons which I tried to explain to my father. He wouldn't hear me out and we fought over the phone. I decided seeing him eye to eye would resolve it all as the board members were still waiting for our decision. When I got home, he was waiting right outside, in the courtyard with a sword. It seemed like he was waiting for my arrival…” He pauses, and I almost sit up in curiosity when he pulls me down.

Now I am beginning to wonder what must have happened and why it resulted in the nightmares.

“He dared me to come closer, which I did and he threw a sword at me too.”

“What?!”

“Yes. We fought and he died.”

A loud gasp leaves my mouth. “You…you..killed…did you hurt him?”

Vince stares up at me, a sad smile hovering over his lips. “That's what everybody thinks. I'm not surprised you think the same way.”

Shit!