Samara was not particularly proud of what she did last night. It was out of character, irresponsible, and unscrupulous. Last night has left a mark on her soul that she feared the stain would never wash away. But it also left her wanting more, that she thought of nothing else but meeting Damien again. The way he had touched her and made her feel last night has ignited a fire in her and left a burning need for his touch.Her eyes suddenly fell on the envelope on her breakfast tray that Madeleine had brought in for her this morning. She knew what it meant, that plain envelope was addressed to her. Her husband, Frederick Smyth, had written to her. But she wasn't curious to read it, she wasn't bothered to know what it said. She considered ignoring it, pretending the post had gone astray and she had never received it. She explored this idea while she took her breakfast, letting the envelope lie where the maid had left it on the tray.Samara pursed her lips and let her eyes wander about her
Samara knew she shouldn't have worn that green dress. Or put so much effort into looking good. She had come to meet Damien with plans of ending things between them. But within a few minutes of them meeting, he had made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth and found a way to convince her to follow him home. And she had stupidly agreed. What does this guy have over her, that she finds it hard to say no. “This is wrong, I shouldn't be here". She says immediately they got to Damien's apartment.“Do you trust me Samara?" She looks at him dumbfounded. Trust him? She didn't even trust herself at the moment.“Why are we here Damien?" She probes.“I just wanted you to see where I live". He says, gesturing her to sit on a sofa in the living room. “I feel we'll be more comfortable to talk here". He added as they both lowered themselves on the sofa.“I can't stay long". She quickly says, and he nods in agreement.“What can I get you?" He quickly asks Samara shakes her head. She didn
Samara slams the door of her bedroom so hard the walls tremble , but still not as bad as her whole body was trembling. What in the world was she doing? She thought sadly within herself. Immediately her eyes caught the letter her husband had sent her, she sighs and plops heavily on the bed, as tears began raining down her face. What kind of woman was she becoming? An adulterous one? Frederick didn't deserve this at all. No matter how their marriage happened, he didn't deserve this at all. She kept crying uncontrollably until a knock on her door makes her stop abruptly. “Who's there?"“It's me ma'am". Madeleine replies quickly.“What do you want? I didn't send for you". Samara says trying so hard to shroud her voice which was croaked from crying.“Just checking up on you ma'am". She answers.“I'm fine Madeleine, you can go to bed".There's a brief silence, as Madeleine hesitates to respond.“Okay. Good night ma'am". Madeleine finally says, reluctantly.The next morning, Samara wakes
Samara stared in awe as she and her husband walked into a fancy restaurant. They had booked a dinner date to celebrate his return. “This place is exquisite". She remarks.“Yes I know. That's why I brought you here". He says smiling at her, “You deserve only the best Samara".She looks at him and smiles. “Is there any dress that doesn't look good on you?" He continues as they are ushered to their table by a waiter.“You love my dress?" She says, twirling a bit for him to see the yellow shimmering dress she had changed to for their dinner date. As usual Madeleine had picked it out for her. She has good eyes for nice dresses.“It's beautiful on you". He tells her, as they take their seats.“Thanks my husband". She says teasingly.He smiles at her. “It's so good to see you happy".“You make it impossible for me to be anything but happy". “That's all you'll ever be as long as I am alive". He promises.She smiles at him.“I love you so much Samara, and I will do anything to make you happy
After Frederick left the room, Samara was left alone with her thoughts. She stood there for a moment with her heart racing and her mind in turmoil. She couldn't deny the intense attraction she felt for him, but the memory of her time with Damien still haunted her. She realized that she needed to come to a decision soon, for both her sake and Frederick's.She had met Damien during a difficult period in her life, when she lacked the kind of love she had always wished for, and their connection had been passionate and intense. But she was married to Frederick and that was a huge obstacle between her and Damien. Now, with Frederick back home, she was torn between her loyalty to him and her memories of Damien.Samara took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. She knew she needed to make a decision. She couldn't deny the feelings she was beginning to develop towards Frederick. He was definitely not the type of man she wanted to end up with, but he had been patient and understanding, as
Tears welled up in Samara's eyes as she entered her bedroom. She had just awakened from a vivid dream, a dream she wished was reality. But now, it seemed she wouldn't have the chance to tell him how she felt, as he was scheduled to leave soon. She collapsed onto the bed, letting her emotions flow freely.A sudden knock on the door startled her, and she hastily wiped away her tears. She didn't want anyone to see her in such a state. "Come in," she said softlyColonel Frederick opens the door and walks in. “Are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern in his voice.If anyone had told Samara that the Colonel could be so patient, caring and understanding, she wouldn’t have believed it. He really baffled her. And she could no longer deny the growing connection between them."I'm just sad that you'll be leaving so soon," She admitted.Frederick took a seat beside her on the bed. "I'll be back before you know it. I promise," he assured, gently touching her hair. Samara rests her head on his s
As they continued dinning in silence, Colonel Frederick couldn't help but observe the changes in Samara's demeanor ever since she came back from the rest room. He noticed her distractions, the distant looks in her eyes, and this got him concerned.He knew something troubled her deeply but hesitated to confront her, fearing the truth might shatter the fragile bond they were building.Samara found herself torn between her loyalty to her marriage with Colonel Frederick and the intense emotions she harbored for Damien. Her heart felt like a battleground, each beat echoing conflicting desires. She kept replaying her conversation with Damien at the bathroom in her head. Considering whether to meet with him as he had requested. Unknown to her, her husband was watching her intently."Is everything alright, Samara?" Frederick's voice was tinged with worry.Samara struggled to meet his gaze, torn between confessing her inner turmoil and concealing it to protect him. "I'm just tired," she managed
Samara couldn't stop smiling as she walked stealthily back home. Every time she spends with Damien always leaves her flushed and giddy. The passion between them was growing each day, her feelings for him more real. She always looked forward to spending time with him. Was this how love felt? Was she finally experiencing her long life dream? “Where have you been?" She heard a familiar voice ask her. She looks up and sees her husband. He was back? How? When? She thought as she stared wide eyed at him.“When did you get back?" Samara asks, fidgeting a bit as she spoke.“I have been trying to reach you all day but to no avail". He moves close to her and pulls her into his arms. “I was so worried". He whispers to her.“I took a stroll and lost track of time". She lies, hoping he doesn't probe further.“Why did you go alone? Why didn't Debrah follow you?" He inquired.“She asked me, but I had an headache and I couldn't follow her". Debrah cuts in, eyeballing her sister.“Come inside my love