MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 61

Ann’s POV

With a tremble shuddering through me, a wave of nausea hits me, pushing me forward as I race out of the building to the open space.

The moment I fall to the ground, I begin to puke so hard that I fear I will puke out my intestines.

“Annette,” Vince hurries over and squats next to me. “Are you okay?”

I continue to puke until my insides are completely empty. Vince rushes back inside, and by the time he returns, I am laughing like a maniac.

“Ann?” He stands over me with a bowl and amazement written over his face. “Are you okay?”

This is the second time he is asking me that. Asking if I am okay when I have just liberated myself from the hooks of my nightmares.

When I have just gained my freedom from fear and the trauma, I have been battling for years.

When I have just avenged my mother.

Of course, I am fine. In fact, what I feel right now is the pure pleasure spiraling in my stomach, alongside hunger.

He squats down again, sprinkling some water on my face and rubbing it all over again till I am sober.

He drops the bowl, watching me with curiosity.

He must think I am out of my mind. Or I am grieving. Or I am sad.

Why should I?

I have always dreamt of today. Dreamt of the day, I will finish off that monster who killed my mother.

Without a word, I drag Vince in for an embrace.

He made my dreams come true. Perhaps we met for this reason. We met coincidentally and got married accidentally so he could help me make this dream come true.

Without Vince, I wouldn't have been able to overcome my fears, talk more of eliminating Isaac from the face of the earth.

Perhaps I would still be living with fear, and I would still be grieving my mother, incapable of avenging her.

I'm sure Mother would be smiling from the heavens.

Isaac deserves it. He deserves what he got. He deserves more torture from hell for ruining my life and that of my mother.

He deserves even more for making a sweet woman like my mother his slave.

For locking her out of the world and keeping her away from her only child.

I let go of Vince and stare down, realizing how my eyes are watering.

That woman didn't deserve to die in the hands of Isaac. She did a lot to keep her marriage.

She let me go and didn't bother contacting me, and I know she did all that to protect me.

“Ann?”

At the sound of Vince’s voice calling my name, I already know what he will say next.

“Are you okay?”

I lose it as I break down into tears.
My mother. I miss her. I can't wipe out the smile I saw on her face when she saw me before Isaac shot her. That memory is deeply etched in my heart.

Even if I don't want to be sad about her death or I assume I am done grieving, I know I can never let go of her. Her memories. Her last moments.

Vincete pulls me into his arms, uncaring about the mess on the ground. He pats my hand down to my back, comforting me without a single word.