Wife. Yes. She was his wife. And what did he do? Destroyed her.Ruinedher.
CHAPTER 13
Amara woke up with a sharp headache and heavy chest. A hazy film of dilemma lingering overher head as she blinked her eyes open. For a long moment, she took her time looking at the time and remembering what happened before she fell asleep.
Just like someone poured cold water on her, her whole body suddenly froze. She did not fell asleep; in fact she fainted. She couldn’t remember what really caused her to pass out, but only thing was going on in her mind. Martha.
Amara scolded herself for being so careless. How could she forget about Martha? Overtaken by the anxiousness, she quickly swung her legs off the bed when the door of her room opened.
Amara stilled, shocked and taken off guard before she knew, she was tearing up and tried to stand up only to limply fall back on the bed.
“Hush, hush! Everything’s fine, my child. See, I’m here.” Martha mumbled embracing Amara and rubbing her back. Amara held tightly onto Martha.
“I thought…I thought…” Martha rubbed her back, telling her Kaelith allowed her to work. When Amara quiet down, Martha helped her washing up. Amara was still reluctant to let Martha go as the latter reasoned she needed to make lunch.
Amara pouted but let Martha go.
As soon as Martha left the room, she leaned back against the hallway wall and held her hand toher chest, calming her raging heart. What Kaelith told her last night was still hurting her. She couldn’t imagine such cruel thing happened to innocent soul as Amara. She was so pure and naive, how couldGodletsonevilemandothattoher?Marthaheldbackhertearsandwasabouttogo downstairs when Kaelith’s deep voice stopped her. Slowly turning around Martha met with his cold gaze.
“How is she?” Kaelith asked, though there was no emotion in his voice, there were swirls of both worry and concern in his eyes. Martha swallowed hard.
“It took a while to calm her, but now she is okay.” She lowered her head. Kaelith hummed and turned around to leave.
“Mr. Luca?” Kaelith stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Thank you forlettingmestay.”Martha’ ssoftvoicefelluponhisearsasshesprinted downstairs. His chest tight.
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Kaelith was a kind man. Amara thought. Even she and Martha went behind his back, he did notfired Martha. Amara was suddenly feeling her cheeks flushing. And here she thought Kaelith was a bad man. He even brought more paints for her, and there were more books.
Amara didn’t know how to thank him, but one thing was for sure. Her perspective of him was changing. Amara slowly raised her head to look at the painting she was finishing off. And a heavy feeling settled in her chest.
Four more days to go.
Amara wondered if Rafael remember their anniversary anymore or not. She missed him like crazy. Counting days and tossing in nights just so she could see his one glance. Her hold on the paint brush tightened. Heartless, heartless man.
Amara wanted to scold him for not visiting her. She was so upset, and so confused why did he not once showed her his face. Was something wrong? Rafael did mention he had some work to do, but was he really okay?
Her sullen mood was replaced with worried frown. She prayed he was alright and he’d visit her soon. She was even planning to surprise him on their anniversary.
The thought brought a smile on her lips. She was still to discuss the arrangements with Martha yet, but Amara knew Martha would help her. A small party for Rafael.
It gave her new strength to stroke the paint brush as she hummed a soft tune.
“Love me till ourrrrr breaths sway awayyyyyy….” Amara sang.“Love me till thisssss world fades awayyyyy…” the soft breeze danced through her hair.“I long to be yours, your love so divine,
In this gamble of hearts, your heart as a sign. Our destinies entwined, in this dance so fine. For you, my dear, forever, I pineeeeeee.”
Amara placed the brush on the table and grabbed the rims of her long floor length dress and bunched it into a ball and took a shaky step forward.“Makeeeee meeeee yourssss!” She sang on top of her lungs, a smile dancing on her lips as she timidly tried to balance herself.“In the realm of love, our fates aligned. Destiny's design, our hearts combined. But little did we know, betrayal's cruel game. Would bring forth hurt and pain, igniting the flame.”
She swayed on her feet. As the gentle breeze filtered through the window, the sheer curtain fluttered, creating a delicate dance of their own. The room filled with sweet scent of colors and peonies as Amara giggled and lost herself in the moment dancing without any care.
For once in these days since he regained her consciousness, she finally could feel herself from within. The real Amara that was somewhere buried deep inside, under all the weight of whatever her past was.
For once she didn’t care about anything. There was nothing on her mind, just the soft tune she hummed and made-up lyrics she muttered without any care in the world.
“Love's sweet embrace, it pulled us nearby. Yet fate's cruel hand, it's crystal clear. In this song of emotions, our hearts confide. With love and betrayal, we're caught in the tideeee, my loveeeee. Make me yoursssss.” Her reflection in the mirror captured her ethereal beauty and so did the man standing at her doorstep. Complement and utterly mesmerised and captivated.
