Chapter 1

Those eyes….

I know them…

It’s him…

After so many years, My eyes finally got a glimpse of him. All my memories flashed back to all those years. My hands became cold. I feel…happy, my eyes feels blessed, my heart suddenly mess. I never thought I would see him again.

OUR EYES MET! He saw me too.

-Darling, Let’s go to that shop…

A lady came and wrapped his hands. He quickly swiftly away from our glances. The lady was holding a baby. He kind of showed off his baby and left my stare, holding the lady’s shoulder tightly. I stood there as if time had stopped, and all the pain that I had made numb woke up again.

“You cheated on me…”

My ears echoed.

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My kid was throwing a big tantrum about a remote-controlled car. His dad said NO so now he is hugging my legs with all tears and screaming at the top of his lungs. Probably he is not gonna stop until we buy him that or give him a tight slap. I am not in the mood for either option. I just want some peace and enjoy this shopping trip.

It’s rare for my husband to bring me shopping as he is an extremely busy person. We never actually go out much. We have been sort of “happily married” couple for 5 years, blessed with a baby boy within a year of our marriage, he runs a successful automobile import-export company, is financially stable, and things come to me even before I can make a demand—yeah, everything is…perfect.

-Don’t you wanna buy anything?

I smiled at him and nodded no. I can’t think of anything I possibly need.

-Maybe makeup? New Jewelry?

I again nodded no with a soft smile. I really don’t need any of those. I have plenty.

-waaaaaaahhh…I want that car, want it, want it, want it…

My head was kind of hurting from all the noises. My husband gave him a smack on his head, which made the situation even worse. He is now lying on the floor, rolling and crying. I went out of the shop to let my ear a bit break.

That’s when I saw him. An encounter of 10 seconds maybe, but I stood there quietly for a couple of minutes.

-Momma…

I looked at my kid. In his hand, the remote control car he has been wanting.

-You are crying…Do you also want something mommy?

Am I? I quickly touched my cheeks. There is no tear. Why did he say such a weird thing?

-I can’t believe he is my son, He….hey…you…crying?

I felt a tight grip on my shoulder. He…never does that…well…sometimes does that…and…what does he mean by crying?

-Your eyes….are swell up…

Is it? I couldn’t answer him. I just stared at him blankly.

-Your hands are cold too…

He said, grabbing my fingers.

-Momma…I am sleepy…

I quickly squatted down to my boy. What a pretty face and eyes he has! I hugged him tightly. I can’t…I can’t think of someone else when I have such a beautiful baby boy. He is precious to me… more than anything in this world.

- Lemme carry him.

Saying that, he picked him up. My son fell asleep on his dad’s shoulder. We walked toward the escalator while my husband’s hand is still gripping my shoulder tightly. His palm is warm, enough to cover my shoulder.

-You still love him?

I stumbled, almost falling on my face. His hand is on my waist, stopping me from falling. I couldn’t look into his eyes. I am afraid he will read me.

-Or do you still hate me?

Hate him? No, I don’t. I simply don’t. He knows that. Once he makes me bore his child, I won’t hate him.

-Let’s have dinner together outside, shall we?

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-This brat literally cried nonstop only to fall asleep after getting what he wanted!

I smiled at his comment while patting my son gently. We are at a restaurant I never knew existed. It’s obvious I wouldn’t know, I don’t go outside much as most of the things I need are provided to me.

-Happy Anniversary…

I stared at him again…with confusion.

-But...it’s…not our anniversary…

I said with my low voice. I am sure he knows it…he never forgets it…His memory is sharper than a blade.

-It’s been 6 years since I saw you the first time.

He said with his deep voice and intense eyes. His half-golden eyes are glittering under the gorgeous chandelier light of the restaurant.

-Owh…I…I wouldn’t know that…I mean, you proposed to me a month before our marriage...

-Right.

He responded immediately. I stared at him for more to hear. Maybe a minute passed, with silence and stare. Nothing was coming out of our lips. I simply smiled at him softly to end the silence.

-Hey…

-Yeah…

He just continued his deep stare with a grin. I quickly looked away from his stare.

-Hey…Hey…Luna…

-Yes...

-Hey…Luna…

-Yes…

-Hey…

I finally looked at him again. His grins are no more there. The intensity of his eyes locked me again.

Our food arrived in front of us. I don’t know when he ordered. In fact, I am sure he never ordered in front of me. But still, here I am…looking at my favorite dishes.

- It’s…a bit too much food for me… I might waste\, don’t you think?

-Just eat them. You should look after your health. I try my best to not bother you with any work but still…here, you are all unhealthy.

I sighed and lifted the spoon.

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-Why didn’t you leave me when your mom died?

I was drying my hair as sleeping with wet hair triggers my migraine. My hands stopped when I heard his question. His hands are roaming around my waist and my wet hair. I took long enough to complete my shower, hoping he would be asleep by then. He didn’t. Now, my mind is completely blank and this question isn’t getting inside my head.

My sudden silence didn’t flinch him. He took the hair dryer from my hand and started drying my ends.

-Why ask suddenly?

I asked him.

-Our contract was “as long as your mom's treatment goes.” I thought you would leave me after that…

He leaned forward to me. His lips are hovering over my neck, nibbling.

- I didn’t stop you from going away\, did I?

His teeth are now grinding, making spots on my skin. His grip on my shoulders is stronger than before.

-Speechless, my doll?

He held my chin and started kissing me frantically. Kisses that are biting my lips, kisses that are choking me, kisses that are taking my soul. Soon, I was lying beneath him with my disarrayed clothes.

The love was made. It is made by us every night, to remind me that he is my husband, to remind me to whom I belong to, to remind me this is my life. He likes to say my name and makes me say his name while loving me.

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