When Love turns sour

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 Don't say YES lightly, that three letter word is heavy as fuck~First Lady.
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I woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was painted all white. A machine was beeping in the background, the smell of antiseptic. Tubes were hanging off me. I looked around. I was in an hospital room.
     The memories came rushing in. Tears pooled in my eyes.
    "Greg did this to me".
As if on cue, the devil himself walked in.
    "Sweetie, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
     Seeing the tears in my eyes.
"I'm so sorry babe. I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry" , he was crying and was on his knees.
    I didn't have to answer. A nurse walked in.

  "Ma'am, how are you feeling now?" She said.
     "I'm better now" I said
"Well, we were going to inform the police but your husband said you fell off the steps" she said it in such a way I knew she expected an answer.
       Seemed like an eternity before I said the words.
     "Yeah, I'm a little bit clumsy", I said laughing it off.
  Her eyes held so much accusation. She knew I was lying. You can't blame me, I wasn't given enough time to come up with a better lie.
   "Don't hesitate to report to the authorities in case of abuse. You should be discharged by tomorrow", she said after checking my tubes and all.
     I didn't answer. She left.

  Just the two of us in the room. The tear dropped. I tried to blink it back but I couldn't. Whatever was holding it broke and I cried. I cried. He held onto my hands. Begging. Pleading. Apologizing.
     "I'm very sorry Fel. I know you hate me right now and I have no excuse. I swear I will make it up to you. Just please, Don't leave me. You are my life, you are my everything. Please don't leave. I will be lost without you. My life won't be the same without you in it." He begged, crying.
       We held onto each other. Cried. For so long.

    I forgave him. Another chance.
   The nurse came in an hour later and gave me my injections. I slept off.

        My eyes fluttered open. Flowers. The whole room was decorated with flowers. Red rose. I breathe it in.
     Maybe, just maybe. I did the right thing. Another chance won't hurt.

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     As predicted by the nurse, I was discharged the following day. Greg took me home. On entering into the house, I was shocked.
      The whole house was different. The upholsteries were changed, the beanie wasn't there. I could smell paint faintly. I loved it. I was walking on flowers scattered on the floor. Then I saw it. I was too busy looking around I didn't see it at first.
He had lit up the whole room with candles. Our song, Perfect by Ed Sheeran was playing.
    I was wowed. We had a romantic dinner. He professed  his love to me over and over again. He was so sweet. Just like the man I fell in love with. The man I met.

      The next few weeks were pure bliss. He treated me like a queen. He was romantic and charming. He kept apologizing for causing me pains and I told him to forget it. He did made it up to me. I felt loved. I couldn't imagine leaving him, I was happy I didn't.
       For our third year anniversary, we went to Hawaii for the weekend. He had rented a beach house. I fell in love with him again.
     In the morning we go on tour round the Island and engage in water games. Try out different dishes and buy souvenirs. We spend the whole day on the beach getting a tan. And at night,we make sweet passionate love. We even went skinny dipping at night.
       On our last day in Hawaii, we were on the beach. I was reading a magazine while he rubbed sunscreen on my back. He suddenly stopped. I had turned back to ask him why he stopped knowing I burn easily. There he was. On his knees. On the beach with hundreds of tourist watching.
       "Fel, Will you marry me" , he asked his voice laced with care.
      He was holding up a three carat diamond ring. It was glinting so brightly in the sun.
      "Yes yes yes" I shouted excitedly,the crowd cheered for us. I was over the moon. I couldn't get over the weight of the ring on my finger. I kept holding it up. Smiling brightly.

        
     That night as I slept, I dreamt. I was holding up the ring. I was showing it to my mom and dad. It was shining so brightly, I couldn't see them anymore. It was so blinding. I couldn't see them no more. Just me and the ring.

               Author's note
Hello everyone 🤩. By now you've realized it's a super short story. Yeah,no slow burn 😉. Just a few chapters to the end , stay with me 🤗. I know this chapter is short,longer ones coming up. Thanks y'all for reading my book. I love you 😍😘😘😘
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