Summer’s Point of ViewI chose not to answer Celine’s question. I didn’t want her to worry about my situation, especially since my accident and recovery had already burdened her so much in the past. Additionally, I couldn’t forget that I had dragged her into my messy past, leading to her imprisonment. I didn’t want to put her through those painful experiences again. At the moment, she was the only person I had left.Fortunately, she picked up on my reluctance and refrained from asking for further details. Instead, we conversed for a few hours. When evening arrived, I urged her to return home so she could rest. Although she initially resisted, I insisted.Alone in the room once again, I no longer felt the weight of sadness that had consumed me. Thoughts of Celine’s release from prison had brought a sense of relief to my mind. However, as I gazed up at the ceiling, a different sensation began to take hold - hunger. My eyes shifted towards my phone, and a sudden idea struck me.I dialed
Summer’s Point of View“Then, what is it?” He loosened his necktie without taking his eyes off me.Taking a deep breath, I looked deeply into his ocean eyes that devoid of nothingness. “Before I answer that, I want to clarify everything,” I began, my voice steady but with a hint of apprehension. “I know I did a lot of bad things in my past, and even though I don’t remember all of that yet, I already regret it a lot.” I paused, feeling the weight of my words as my eyes searching for understanding. “And even though I desire to change and correct everything, I don’t have a time machine to do that.” “I’m glad you’re aware of that,” he commented coldly.I nod, feeling genuine remorse for my past actions. “And despite my mistakes, I am grateful that you never wished for me to die—”Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me, his voice laced with fury. “Then why did you keep insisting I wanted you to die?” he bellowed, causing my ears to ring with the force of his words. “Who tol
Summer’s Point of ViewIn an elegant and suave manner, he leaned in towards my face, squinting his eyes in a way that was both alluring and refined. Then, he asked, “Why?”“What do you mean why?” I replied calmly, even though my heart skipped from his sudden movement. “I meant what I said. Let’s give this marriage a chance for three months, and if it doesn’t work out, then I’ll give you the divorce you’ve wanted for a long time.”“There are more important things you can ask than this—”“Like what?”“Money. Shares from the company. Everything,” he coldly spat.“And what’s wrong with wanting this?” My eyes fixated on him as I could see his clear hesitation towards the suggestion I had made.“Although it's not too heavy for me, the burden of your request might be too much for you to bear. The odds are against you, and failure seems likely.”“And so?”“This wasn't the best option. You could've chosen a better choice.”“I know that.”“Are you sure you want this?”“I do.”“I'm offering you
Summer's Point of ViewDespite his sarcastic tone, I tried to remain positive and not let it affect our conversation. Instead of looking at him, my focus was on the table, where the empty pasta box he had brought me sat. As I admired the gift, I couldn’t help but wonder how I could capture his undivided attention. I wanted him to be at my beck and call, always ready to bring me food and answer my every request. I longed for him to behave like a devoted husband, willing to do anything to please me.As I shifted my eyes back to him, my eyes scanned his face, taking in the slight crease in his forehead and the lift of one eyebrow. His features were flawlessly chiseled, radiating a striking aura from every angle. I couldn’t help but wonder if this man had saved the world in a past life, as he seemed to be blessed with an incredible stroke of luck in this present one. His chiseled features were so captivating that a loud clearing of the throat was needed to snap me back to reality. I coul
Summer’s Point of ViewI leisurely looked at his hand that was holding me and couldn’t help but admire the perfection of even the veins in his hand. In fact, they only added to his appeal. I couldn’t find a single flaw in him, even if I stared at every part of him for a few more days. He was perfect in every way.As I admired his impeccably smooth hands, I discreetly tried to loosen his grasp with my free hand. However, as I did so, I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the tenderness of his skin and the subtle warmth emanating from his palm. As I tried to understand his feelings, all I detected was a blankness in his eyes that echoed the emptiness in his voice. Despite my best efforts to connect with him, I was left with a sense of unease and uncertainty.“Really? Did you really not mean to?” I asked, my voice weak with disbelief. Slowly, I managed a small smile before continuing, “I want to believe you, Steven. But after everything you’ve done before - the things that made me questio
Summer’s Point of ViewWith a calm demeanor that never faltered, Steven rose from the plush beige couch and took slow steps towards me. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the spacious room, causing my heart to gallop. As his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, a shiver ran down my spine. The shock in my expression was conspicuous, while Harvey’s face grew even more sullen.How long had he been standing there? I had not seen him earlier. It was strange since he was quite tall and exuded an overbearing aura that was hard to miss. I could feel my fingers turning icy-cold, as if he was passing judgment on me for something I didn’t even do.Harvey stood his ground. “Mister Carter, I won’t apologize if my question offended you. Summer is my best friend, so her well-being is my business,” he said adamantly.Steven had finally stopped at our spot. His eyes darted from person to person before settling on the man standing next to him. His presence alone had a way of making people feel f
Summer’s Point of ViewAs my days at the hospital came to a close, I realized I would be discharged in just two days. It was a relief to know that I could finally go home and work on my marriage with Steven, as we had agreed in our contract. While I hadn’t mentioned it to him, I could tell that he was making an effort. He would bring me food for dinner without being asked, and it made me feel relieved. However, today I asked him to stop because I had grown tired of it. In fact, I had been consuming a lot of junk food and snacks lately, which had left me feeling full and satisfied.Unaware, my eyes gradually shut as I drift off to sleep. Suddenly, I awaken, feeling chilly, noticed that the entire room was pitch black, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner. Nonetheless, I saw a faint glimmer of light emanating from the corner.As I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision, I glimpsed Steven intently focused on his laptop. With a gradual movement, I rose from my bed and made my
Summer’s Point of ViewGlancing furtively at the door, I traced its outline with my eyes, praying it would remain closed and no one barge in. The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of my ragged breathing piercing the silence, despite Nana’s presence. As I mulled over whether to answer the call, I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and a knot in my stomach.Thankfully, she saw my hesitation and spoke hearteningly, “I don’t see any issue with you answering calls to your husband’s phone, as long as it won’t harm his company and businesses. Besides, if the caller is a woman, shouldn’t you be double cautious, Missus Carter?”I looked up at her with a concern display and warily questioned, “...you think so?”Along with her two nods, she grinned. “In fact, you used to do that whenever Mister Carter forgot his phone before.”“I used to?” The disbelief in my expression couldn’t be covert. “Then... what did Steven say? Was he angry? I wondered if he hated me touching his p