MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 63

Ann’s POV

Burying my face in between my knees, the rampant emotions shatter through me again as I let my tears flow freely.

I am tearing up because I know this was what I wanted, yet I can't figure out the reason for the sadness gnawing in my heart.

I'm tearing up because no matter what, my mother’s name will always appear in his family register as his wife.

I'm tearing up because things would have been different between us; between me, Mark, Carter mother and Isaac Rossi.

I hate him. But I can't tell why I feel this much sadness after knowing Vicente was the one who killed Carter.

If there was anyone else I feared so much aside from Isaac, it was Carter. He harassed and traumatized me.

It almost affected my relationship with men, but Ryan came along, and everything was okay until he left.

Ryan was my first boyfriend, the reason why I loved him so much and why I was deeply hurt when he broke up with me.

However, Vicente is the second man I have felt this deep emotion for, which scares me.

I feel I am not fortunate enough to keep a man I love.

The cold water of the sea splashes across my bare feet, and I look up.
The water slashes further as a wave hits the storm, making me wipe my tears.

If Vicente hadn't received that call, I would have pretended to be OK with it. I am okay with Carter being gone, but I just didn't expect Vicente to be responsible.

I wonder why I didn't think that when I know he is a man who has killed thousands.

I should have figured it out when he told me he went back to the hotel.

I decide I am done mourning all I have lost. Now is the time to forge ahead in life and put behind me all the fears and trauma of my past.

But I can't deny how hurt I am to be leaving Vicente without telling him how I feel for him. We have no future together, so there is no point.

I am about to stand up and grab my sandals and bag when a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind, pinning me to the sandy ground.

His familiar cologne fills my nostrils as recognition sets in.
Vicente.

How did he know I was here?
I left in a hurry because I wanted to grieve alone.

I wanted to be alone to gather my thoughts and decide on the next line of action.

He turns me around slowly to meet his intense gaze.

His forehead is sweaty, and I stare down at his feet.

Bare.

“What…what happened?” I stammer, wondering why he looks lost and all sweaty.

Relief washes through his face as he settles on the ground beside me. “I was so worried. How could you leave just like that without a word?”

“I…I…” I don't think I have ever been so speechless in front of Vicente. I have much to say to him, yet I can't bring myself to do that.

I want to thank him.

I want to embrace him.

And I want to tell him I like him more than he likes me.

I know he doesn't feel the way I think, but I was ready to confess my feelings, even if it meant leaving afterward.

Suddenly, he grabs my shoulder and pulls me into his arms.

“Please, don't do this ever again. I was damn worried. I was scared something happened to you.” He warns softly but with a stern tone that would have made me smile if I wasn't so sad.