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150. THE REINTRODUCTION
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HIS SECRET WIFE 153. BROKEN PIECE BY PIECE
I woke up and stared at the ceiling, just waiting for it to consume me. This was draining me. The nausea hit exactly two minutes after I woke up. I rolled off the bed before I choked on my own vomit. I ran for my bathroom and I emptied out. It was four days since I went to the hospital.I got up, brushed my teeth, and washed my face before moving to the shower. I waited until the shower was steamy before walking in and closed the door.The hot shower always made me feel better. I don’t know how long I stood there but then I heard the bathroom door open. My eyes turned to the misty glass door, barely seeing anything. The glass door was pulled and in, walked a naked man. I was so shocked I gasped and jumped back. “ Happy to see me.” I was too shocked for words, mouth wide ajar. And before I could even process, he was pinning me to the shower wall as the water rained on us. I closed my eyes, him filling all my senses and overwhelming me for that second. He smelt so good. I had ne
HIS SECRET WIFE 152. THE END OF A LIFE NOT LIVED
Another week of vomiting and I was sure I was about to die. The fear was nearly unbearable, and I wished I could talk to someone, but I did not want to scare my mom. I sat in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come and tell me if I had cancer. In the days leading to the doctor’s appointment, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. It was what made me cry even more, thinking that I would die, having not even lived my life. I wanted to love, wanted to be loved. I wanted to belong. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to dance under the bright sun in a field of flowers. I wanted to catch flights from one city to the other. I wanted to sleep on a beach under the stars. Since forever, I had just been existing, not living. Every day I had lived through seemed like a waste now. And my reality was, no one wanted to love me. Even my friends despised me. None had talked to me in what seemed like forever. I wished I could get a peek at their group chat. I know Hanna had written up a stor
HIS SECRET WIFE 151. THE CHANGE
I stared at my phone ring two weeks later. Hanna’s name and photo filled the screen. None of my friends had reached out since they told me I embarrassed them. I had lost interest in the whole thing, just waiting for her to cut so my music could continue playing. My music went on, and I went back to mastering my demo. I had written fifteen songs over the two weeks. If I was planning to pack and go back home I needed to have as much income as I could to get me through the year while I lazed around and figured out what to do next. The royalties from the songs paid well, I would also rent out my apartment which I bought back when I took cash as payment for the songs. My phone began ringing again, having me sigh, picking up. “Hello,” “Hi Neria, what’s up?” Hanna’s sweet voice. I just knew I would regret picking up the call. “Nothing, just writing.” My friends never believed I wrote songs, some of which were global hits. For them, I began asking to be credited as the writer, which
HIS SECRET WIFE 150. THE REINTRODUCTION
My mum cooked so much food for me to take back dad had to drive me back. We sat in silence in the old beat up truck, the sun over the horizon. My dad wore a smile on his face, making mine spread wider. He was not a talker but he was the sweetest man I knew.When I got to my apartment building he insisted on going up with me and inspected the apartment. Somehow he ended up fixing my loose tap because for some reason he also had his tool box in his car. Next was my door and my side table. It made him happy and that made me happy in turn. I felt special, like dad’s little girl. He made sure everything in the house was perfect before reluctantly walking to the door. I could not help just going to hug him. It was a bit awkward, my dad was shy and reserved, but in a cute way. I stepped back grinning at him. His face shot down. “Bye kiddo, take care of yourself.” “Thank you dad, drive well. I love you.” My heart was heavy, just realizing how blessed I was with my parents. “I love you too
HIS SECRET WIFE 149. LIFE AFTER HIM
I could not hide from the world on Tuesday. I felt as if everyone could see what I had done on the weekend, felt as if it was branded on my forehead, and the shame left my head hung all day. I kept to myself, scared of even the words I could utter. And while I slept at night, I could feel him in me. I dreamt of him, and craved for him. I had this burning desire to live through the night again and be devoured by him. If there was anyone who deserved to be struck by lightning, it was me! By Thursday I felt as if I would combust. Over the days I had written 8 songs and made demos which I sent to the label I sold my songs to. I had sang my heart out but the boulder still sat in my chest. I was going to go insane and I needed to talk to someone. I stared at my friends and I’s group chat. No one had written since Saturday afternoon. It was impossible that my four best friends weren’t talking to each other. I knew they had another group chat without me where they were probably talking mo
HIS SECRET WIFE 148. AFTERCARE AND THREATS
It was four when I walked into my apartment, weeping my heart out. I immediately sank into a warm bath and drained my sorrows in unending tears. I felt cheap and worthless, crying until all I could do after was hiccup and stare into a blank space. It was when the water was dead cold that I stood from them and walked to the bed where I buried myself and cried some more until sleep took me away. I did not move an inch that morning, eyes red, and puffy. A knock came at my door. At first, I ignored it, but it kept coming back. Finally, I slipped out of bed, pulled on my gown, and slowly made my way to the door. I had to walk with my legs apart; it was that bad. I knew I had to take a day off work the next day. I unlocked my door and opened it, then froze, a ball dropping in my gut. There stood a man I could put as being Sean. I was not sure; it had been dark. He wore an all black suit, looking like he did not belong at my doorstep. “Morning Miss,” he said, slightly bowing his head. I
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