Chapter 2

Night.

Sheets.

We both tangled in those sheets. Me panting, my body humming in pleasure, in love. My husband thrusting in and out of my body, his tempo frenzy, desperate, like he could not get enough of me, like he wanted me, loved me but he did not.

A sharp pain seized my heart even in between the endless pleasure he was giving me. I closed my eyes to stop the threatening tears.

"Eva!", my husband said my name. Was his tone really vulnerable or I mistook it with my emotions? He was never vulnerable, he could not be.

"Eva, look at me." An order. If I didn't knew him better, I would think it was an order, but I caught that slight desperateness in his tone, the need.

I opened my eyes to meet with his grey ones. Beautiful, his eyes were so beautiful with the storm they contained.

"Don't close your eyes again." He fastened his pace.

So much pleasure!

Sweat glistened over his eyebrows, his hold on me tightening to the point of pain. I wish I could kiss his eyebrows, his nose, his eyelids. I pushed my face up and caught his lips, soon he took the lead and captured my lips in a vice grip, his tongue swirling all around my mouth.

His kiss was so perfect!

I wrapped my hands around his neck, not missing any chance to touch his perfect body as he pushed in and out mine.

I knew he was close.

I was close too, but I didn't want it to end.

I loved it when we made love, only then I had permission to touch him like I always wanted to and only then I could see his passionate side. Most of time I would grow a sense of hope that he actually loved me after we had sex, but it would get crushed soon after.

"Eva, I.. I am going to.."

"I know" I tightened my legs around his waist.

Then burst! The coils of pleasure would unravel and swept us off with it's heavenly prize. He would collapse on me, I would hug him hard.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He doesn't love me, he won't love me.

It hurts, my chest feels constricted, I can't breathe. He is not here, he's leaving me, I'll die without him. No!

...........

Dream... It was a dream.

I sat straight on my bed and took a few deep breaths.

Water! I need water.

I gulped water like a thirsty dog in summer. After getting my calm back, I laid down again. Sleeping without him was not the same, it felt so lonely. I was lonely with him too, not being able to touch him when we laid so close, not getting to kiss him, hug him made me feel lonely. I was lonely with him, without him.

I am now in my father's villa. My father is not alive anymore, my mother passed away when I was eight, so I am the only person living here now except the cook and helps of course.

I looked through the window. 3 am in the morning, the sky was dark, with stars twinkling here and there. I loved watching stars, I had imagined a lot of scenarios where I am grazing stars with Shraf, my husband, our fingers tangled with one another. I laughed, it was an impossible scenario anyway. My husband didn't have any spare time to graze stars, a girl can dream though.

Even now, I was staring at the wall thinking of answers of the one question that had been eating me alive.

Where did I go wrong?

I had been always trying to be the perfect wife for him, just like he needed. No tantrums, no disturbance, no sweet talks. I managed his schedules, his diet plan, his itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I was what he needed. Even if I had to murder my inner romance craving girl for that, I was happy. Guess what? My entire life had been a lie. Our marriage had been a lie.

Pain surged my chest like a fudging baseball hitting its destination. Tears boiled in the back of my eyes like steam and pushed with the power of billowy waves. I cried, cried my heart out after all these years thinking all those little things I sacrificed for him, thinking of all those broken dreams that are now accusing me from the corner of my heart.

Ping!

My phone's light turned on.

A message from him.

The hearing is on sunday. Be prepared.

A hearing for the ending of our marriage. How easy it was for him to end it! Why wouldn't be? He didn't sacrifice anything in this marriage, I did. I spent so much of myself on him that now I am broke. I have nothing left.

And if he thinks, I am going to let my marriage break so easily, he has another thing coming his way.