The Criminal's Love

Chapter 4

I felt more than just lonely and lost. I was yearning for my home. For my family...

The environment I was exposed to at the moment was not something I was used to. The room I woke up to was empty. I was all alone. I didn't like to be alone. I used to spend a lot of time with my family and friends. I missed those precious moments.

Sighing, I looked at the time to see it was already evening. I had slept for so long, but I knew I couldn't blame myself. The last few days hadn't offered me much sleep.

I removed the covers from me and stood up. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, loving the cold water against my skin. I put my hair in place and left the bathroom after staring at my reflection for a long time.

I stepped towards the window and looked out at the sea. The smell of it was hitting my nostrils and I leaned against the wall as I let out a sigh in relief.

Time passed and I didn't even notice when I had spent almost half an hour just gazing out.

Suddenly, my peace was interrupted when I saw a movement by the back door of the house, making me lean a bit forward to see what it was.

My heart started beating faster in fear when I noticed who it was. I didn't look away as I watched him walk up to the car parked a bit away from him. My eyes narrowed slightly when I saw him put something in the trunk of the car before closing it shut.

His tall frame strode back towards the house. There were many golden lights around the house, making me see him clearly. His aura screamed power and authority. His black formal clothing suited his personality.

I let out a sigh and shook my head. If he hadn't done what he did to me, I would've find him to be the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on. I still did find him handsome, but his personality and the way he was treating me didn't let me see that part of him.

Nothing made sense to me. He was a man with power. Just like he got me to marry him, he could've gotten any woman. Why would a man like him even want to marry me? I was just a girl, who hadn't even spoken to him until a few days before our marriage. Not to forget, we lived our life so differently.

What did he really want?

My breath hitched when his head suddenly raised and his eyes moved to me. I swiftly moved to the side to hide behind the thick curtains. I let out heavy breaths, trying to calm down.

I waited for a bit before pulling the curtain to the side. Fortunately, he had left.

I quickly closed the window and returned to bed. I tidied it a bit before sitting down. I looked around the empty room and felt suffocated.

I knew that I wanted to be away from him, but I also knew that I couldn't lock myself in the room. I would go crazy. Too many thoughts and memories would haunt me...

I got on my feet and hastily left the room before my mind could get the chance to gift me with unwanted thoughts.

As I made my way downstairs to the open space, my eyes glanced around at every detail. I examined the off white couches with the large square coffee table that had the perfect shade of brown, placed in the middle.

Even thought everything was so neat and clean, I still wanted to run out of the house and never come back.

A movement from the corner of my eyes caught my attention and I turned to see Walid stand a good distanced away from me. He had stopped midway upon seeing me.

"You should eat something." I realized how hungry I actually was when I heard him mention food.

Ignoring my hunger and him, I walked up to the couch and took a seat. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat, waiting for nothing to happen.