IT'S ALL ABOUT DESIRE
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When Angelina Hawthorne called the devil to herself, she had no idea of who he was but how attractive he looked. She was a different person then, she had everything then but now she is a changed woman and Devil is the la...
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Chapter -40 _____________
Am I Running Away or Running into?
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Angelina
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Streets were brimming with people returning home for refuge before another busy day and the rush. But for me, my home feels uncanny. My legs wobble when I look at the broken clock. I demanded Ethan to either remove it or get it repaired but he just smirked at me and said the most Un-Ethan thing.
"I don't wish either, Angel. That night when you broke it and insulted me, trust me, I want to remember that feisty lady. Hey, is that you? Who marked me that day?"
"Ethan stop it. " I giggle.
"Who whipped me? Then cried...maybe."
He laughs at my pout. We go to our room arms in arms, kissing and wobbling and concocting shitty lines, and make love.
I sigh.
Without glancing anything else, I rush to our bedroom. Mayhem. Ethan is really evolving. He has laid a beautiful white dress in our bed. It has shiny stones and frail to complete the curve. Just beside it, there is a diamond necklace with moon-shaped earrings. I touch the fabric and all my emotions begin to your out of me making me feel hollow. I take out my phone and reread his text.
I can see you are angry and you have every right to it but try for once try to put yourself in my place and stop replying in a word. It's making me crazy. I want to make it right between us just like the days after our marriage. We had never been this perfect, Angel. I want us back that way. I want to know when you will be home because something beautiful will be waiting for you and it will be you to decide whether you want it or not. I can't stop all the way doing all this just because you said you needed time, but I won't be there to come in your decision. I know you will choose the best one.
Yes. I am choosing what's best. Nothing can change what you did. It will only yield badly. A white dress can't change anything.
He has asked me to dine with him to sort it out, as he says to all the situation. How can I sort the fact that my husband has that kind of dirt? The dirt comes back time and again.
I close my eyes to stop my tears. I said I needed time. I lied. Will time change what he did?
My sight goes to the beautiful pink envelope signed for me. I pick it up and slowly open the folds. When I see Ethan's handsome handwriting, I rethink. Somehow I can feel, he will sway me and I can't afford it. I decide to keep it and sit down for a moment.
