Anastasia's wishes

Chapter 27 - Time

"How can I stay in the States when every tabloid, newspaper, blogs wrote about you. Everybody was talking about you and Lisa. People asked me all the time. I couldn't handle it," she sobs.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kiss her head and hug her.

"So now where is that bitch? Is she dead already? Because I want to kill her," she yells.

I chuckle at her statement. I know this little angel of mine couldn't hurt anybody.

"She's not dead, baby. Yet." I laugh because I just can't believe my wife will kill her if she saw her.

"Are you still engage with her?" She yells again and stands up. I can see the fire in her eyes. I grab her waist and make her go back to sit.

"No. Let me continue, okay?" When she doesn't respond, I continue.

"I told my family about these matters. That's why my parents pressured you to divorce me. When Blake, my brother, heard what happened, he came home immediately. He's been helping me since then. He believed me. He gathered a team. They are very good. They helped me to find the truth. It turns out that Lisa has been using drugs. And that man is her drug dealer. They had a fight. The drugs have changed her. She's a lunatic. She had men to kill him and then she framed me. He drugged me and then make it seems like I did it. She has power and money. So it's easy for her to get away. But she miscalculated. I have more power and money. Right now we are hunting her down. She's going to pay for every pain that you feel, every tear that you shed, every moment that we missed," I cup her face with my hand and wipes the tears on her cheeks.

Anastasia's POV

"You should've told me. You should've told me from the start. I will help you. I will believe you. It's you who don't believe me," I stare at Nathan.

"Oh, I believe you, sweetheart. I also believe that you would fight everybody that hurts me. It's who you are. It would be dangerous. I won't let anything hurt you," he shakes my head

"But you hurt me. By doing it, you hurt me a lot," I let him know the pain that he caused.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I had to do it," he tries to make me understand.

"Now what?" After he tells me about it, now I'm confused.

"We go home," he says seriously.

"What? It's not that easy," I stand up and try to put some distance with him.

"Now there is no more misunderstanding. You are still my wife. And I can protect you better when you and Parker are in the states. I can't protect you here," he explains.

"From what?" I yell. It's not like Lisa can just attack me here.

"Lisa, baby. She's angry at me. She has been plotting to hurt us. But because you changed your name, it's harder to find you. But it doesn't mean that she can't find you. I'm lucky to find you first," he stands up too and starts to walk towards me.

I just don't know if I can trust him again. Not that I don't trust him killing somebody. I know the truth now. But what if something bad happens again? Will he just leave me again? He might think he chose the best. But I disagree. We are a husband and wife. We fight together. Not alone.

"I know what you're thinking," he looks at me with so much love. Is it for me?

"You do?" I'm surprised if he knows.

"You disagree with me. You think that I should've told you. You think that as a wife you carry the same responsibility as I do," he guesses correctly.

"Yes," I nod my head.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, baby. But you know me. I would be lying if I say I regret making my choice. You and Parker are the most important thing in my life. The only regret that I feel is when we were apart," he caresses my face.

"I need some time to think," I turn around. I can't stand looking into those eyes any longer.

"No." That answer surprises me.

"Pardon?"

"I'll give you anything but not that. We have lost too much time. I don't want us to get separated again. I'll give you tonight. But starting tomorrow, I'm claiming you back," I gasp. I can't believe him.

Then he comes closer and kisses me. I miss his kisses. The way his tongue claims me, his lips sucks my tongue. His gentle kiss ends up rough. By the time we stop kissing, I'm breathless.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." And then he left without me saying anything.

I'm screwed. I need to think.