How To Get A Divorce From A Billionaire ?

Episode 12

I couldn't help it .. I just stood on the tips of my toes, pulled his neck. And I kissed him.

It was just a peck in fact, that lasted for a nano second before I had all my senses back.. and I stopped.

we were both so taken aback with it that once I parted from his lips, landed back on my feet again and pushed Eliyas a little away from me it was akin pushing an air balloon .. He was pushed about two steps away with ease.

_"I.. I..i didn't " I started to stutter feeling totally confused with what I did.

He was staring at me as if some nerve was unplugged inside his head.. Not saying a word.

I felt the heat rushing to my face so fast I only wanted to dig a hole in an ice cube and bury my head inside it.

Where have my pride gone?

Where have my promises of never getting close to him and never allowing him to touch me again disappear to?

For me.. Eliyas became forbidden ever since the day I lost my son because of him. I would have forgiven any thing but not such a precious life being taken away from me.

I felt so horrible about what I did that I cursed my self a thousand times inside my heart.

While still being in a state of confusion.. The smell of burn and the ugly sound of fried vegetables running out of water and getting more stuck on the pan were loud in the silence.

I quickly turned off the fire..  then helplessly leaned my weight on my arms while resting them on the kitchen counter and starting to nervously tap on it.

This is another habit of mine .. I always tap rhythmically on whatever object that makes a sound when I'm nervous. 

_" forget it happened.. I'm just not feeling ok today."

I finally explained giving my back to him.

I sighed .. then I turned to look at him again saying:

_"I was.. I don't know, just forget it"

Eliyas who was standing in front of me looked like he already snapped out of his confusion. Observing my messed up state he thankfully was gentleman enough to suggest:

_"I'll go back to the living room first.. Should I order some food?"

_" no need to do that"

When he walked out of the kitchen my eyes followed him .. For no reason I kept secretly watching him through the kitchen door to see whether he'll throw a fist in the air in celebration because I was the first among us both to lose the battle of pride and temptation, or whether he'll go have a look at him self on the mirror and smile proudly to his fine reflexion that made all my shields melt.

Well, I don't know why both my constantly strong sense of logic and high IQ were having such a strike fall out and suddenly I became this dumb creature, sigh, Let's just say that the one can not always count on the constant efficiency of his own brain.

Anyways, I kept secretly watching that man .. He walked to the sofa, he sat on it but instead of making a fist or whatever silly celebration party I thought he might do, he didn't seem in a happy mood at all.

Against all my expectations, it was clear he was hurt more than happy. As he rested his back on the back of the sofa and absently looked at the space in front of him, he covered his eyes with his forearm.. His expression was so sad and in pain.

He was nothing but a wounded person, like if my kiss hurt him more than the words can describe and the heart can bear.

I really don't know how things ended up turning this way in his end.. But what I know is that this prideful man walked out of the kitchen simply because he definitely didn't want me to see this side of him.