After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

Abigail’s POV

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“Mother, have you seen my charm bracelet?” I complained as I proceeded to look for my bracelet.

“I saw it in the drawer. Let me go get it for you.” My stepmother politely replied before walking over to the drawer.

“Here you go, sweetie.”

I felt my heart swell with gratitude. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to accept the bracelet from her. But to my surprise, she didn’t give it to me right away. Instead, she gently grasped my hand in hers.

“Allow me to assist the birthday princess,” she said with a warm smile, as she carefully placed the bracelet on my wrist. She then gave me a gentle pat on the back.

The gesture was so kind and thoughtful that I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I had never felt more appreciated and loved, than at that moment.

I was never one to get angry. I believed that my stepmother wanted the best for me and that was why she was eager to help me on my 20th birthday.

My father, Lord William, filled the invitation list for my birthday party with the names of the most prominent and powerful people in the city. My father had made sure to invite all the most influential figures. I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the thought of all these important people being there to celebrate my birthday. But at the same time, I felt a sense of pride and gratitude for my father’s efforts.

This was the first time my father had ever held a celebration in my honor. Seeing my father go out of his way to show me how much he cared was a memory I will cherish forever.

Despite being considered the illegitimate daughter by my family, they never introduced or acknowledged me to the public for that reason.

I was gazing at my reflection in the mirror when suddenly I heard my stepmother’s voice behind me. “Here, take this”

“What is this?” I inquired curiously, my attention drawn to the glass that my stepmother was holding.

"This is a glass of herbal wine, mostly made from fresh herbs, and it helps keep the body active," my stepmother replied, giving me a warm smile. “A lot of people are here to see you, hurry up and drink it before it loses its potency.”

I nodded and then gulped the wine down my throat, brushing aside the slight discomfort that I felt.

“It’s a little bitter” The words spill out of my mouth.

“It is always like that, dear. Now hurry up, your dress is in Room 203, Ethan is waiting for you.” She said, her melodious soothing to my ears.

“Alright mum” I nodded in agreement before leaving the room. On the top floor was room 203. My beloved boyfriend, Ethan, must have been eager to see me.

I had a nightgown on. I was also wearing heels, so it wasn’t a pleasant experience for me.

As i moved up the stairs, my eyes started to get blurry, and I had to lean against the wall for support.

Ignoring the pain i felt in my legs, i started to walk again but this time around my limbs started to go numb and i found it difficult to get to the top of the stairs.

I whispered in a hushed tone. “I need help”

Walking started to become a task for me as I felt myself getting weaker with every passing second.

My gaze fell on the rooms that were by the right. Room 203 should be somewhere close, it was just a few steps away. After a long while, I successfully arrived at the top of the stairs.

My eyes looked at room 203, whose door was open, without wasting any time I went inside.

The dark, musty room reeked of alcohol and tobacco. The stench nearly choking me as I entered. The thick, hazy air was full of smoke, making it difficult for me to see.

“Ethan, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Please call the doctor.” I pleaded and then felt a strange heat engulfing me. It reached a point where I had to unbutton my dress quickly because I could no longer bear to keep it on me.

“Baby, please call the doctor,” I cried out and managed to get on the big fluffy bed. I spread my arms wide, making myself feel a bit of comfort. The only piece of cloth I had on was my bra and panties.

“Baby!”

“You are looking quite dashing tonight. My grandfather certainly has a good eye for quality.”

“I want to have the best experience of my life today” I chuckled lightly and bit my lower lip.

I heard him whisper some words that I could not comprehend. Though his voice sounded different, but I couldn’t focus my eyes to see his face.

Fueled with a mix of desire, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with intensity.

In return, he kissed me back with equal passion.

My now torn bra, which was ripped apart by his bare hands, exposed my round, soft breast and erect nipple.

“I want you. I can’t control myself any longer.” I uttered softly, leaving lipstick stains on his chiseled chest.

“Now, I will make you scream my name. After today you will beg for me to take you over and over again. I know how girls like you want it.”

My body shivered in excitement as he gently inserted his warm tongue into my mouth.

The taste of his minty breath clung to my lips, leaving me wanting more. Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine, fierce and demanding.

Our kisses became more intense, and I felt his fingers slide under my panties and pull them away.

As we were lost in our own separate worlds, our gasps and groans were the only sounds I heard. Touching each other in a way that satisfied our desires.

“Fuck! Why are you this tight?”

I let out a cry as i felt the pain shoot through my legs as he inserted two fingers inside, increasing his pace.

Painful at first, but I started to feel immense pleasure and pain at the same time. For some reason, I liked the feeling and wished for it to never stop.

“First time, huh?” I heard him question. My lips parted as his long weapon proudly stood between my thighs.

I took a long breath as he inserted his huge member into me. Biting my tongue seemed to have a little effect as my gasps grew louder.

“You will get your pay tomorrow. “He stated, thrusting deeper.