LOGINI didn’t say a word. I threw my bag down and bolted to the girls’ restroom, retching violently.
Usually, even the most foul odors don’t make me this nauseous. Could it be that my stomach issues have returned due to my recent irregular lifestyle? No, that’s not right. I’ve never been so sensitive that a mere smell would make me want to vomit. Plus, I only brought up clear fluid since I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.
I felt incredibly drained after
He said nothing more, leaving me standing there with a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts as he headed inside. Why did he always have to pressure me? Now he was even imposing conditions, something I found incredibly difficult to accept.I abandoned my unfinished painting and hurried after him into the house. "Benjamin, about the marriage, could you let me..."He did not even let me finish. He stopped, turned around, and narrowed his eyes at me. "Let you think about it. I have waited for you for a very long time. If you had not lost your memory, we would have been married already. Because you had that accident and were pregnant, I did not want to cause you any stress. I wanted you to have peace of mind and keep your spirits up during your pregnancy, so I patiently stayed by your side until you gave birth. But how have you treated me since then? Have you ever stopped to look at yourself? Do I look like anything more than a houseguest in this home? You do not even let me touch
Last night, I dreamt that he held me and kissed me with such tenderness and care. The feeling he brought was one of absolute peace and security, not at all like Benjamin. But the next morning, as I woke up, I was once again unable to recall his face. I wept, feeling a hollow ache in my heart that could never be filled.Every time I dream of that man, I am left with this same sensation. Over the past three years, I have been unable to erase his silhouette from my mind. Each encounter in my dreams leaves me just as heartbroken as the last, and this pain never fades. If anything, with the passage of time, the impression of that man has become more deeply etched into my mind and heart. Who are you? Who are you that makes my heart so weary, who makes me hope only to fall into despair?I stared blankly out the window, watching groups of people hurrying off to start their new workday. Out there, everyone is equal, working daily to earn a living, returning in the evening to ga
I had always hidden the sketches of my dreams, but because Benjamin returned home unexpectedly early today, I did not have time to prepare. I glanced furtively at him, noticing an unusual expression on his face. I dared only to whisper, "I saw it in my dream."His face suddenly darkened, and it took several minutes for him to withdraw that strange gaze. I thought he would scold or reproach me, but instead, he unexpectedly brought up a highly sensitive issue between us. "Ingrid, have you thought about getting married?"Marriage again. I have lost count of how many times I have declined or ignored that topic. Throughout these past two years, he has brought it up repeatedly. I do not know how to respond. At first, I told him I was not ready, and he would only smile and say he would wait. But gradually, I could no longer use that excuse, for he and I already have a child together. Is that reason not highly irrational? Furthermore, Benjamin has been incredibly good to me. H
Sometimes, I feel as though Benjamin has a dual personality. Or is it simply that I have yet to fully understand the man he truly is?I still vividly recall the first time he brought up the topic of marriage, three months after I had given birth to Treasure. That evening, as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a thin towel, I was startled to find him sitting on the sofa in my room, reading a newspaper. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself.I felt that my reaction was rather foolish. After all, had we not already been intimate enough to have a child together? Why, then, did this particular prospect feel so foreign and terrifying to me?"What are you doing in my room?" I asked.Hearing my voice, he set the newspaper aside and replied, "Ingrid, I am a man, and I have desires."I cannot explain why, but as he said those words, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and my skin crawled. At that moment, I was genuinely terri
Fortunately, my delivery went smoothly. My son is very easy to care for and has a hearty appetite. Weighing 3.2 kg, he is chubby and adorable. Even at such a young age, he possesses a high-bridged nose—I have no idea who he takes after—along with thin lips and eyes that seem to hold a worldly wisdom.Since he was born, I have been happier than before. I no longer feel lonely sitting at home crying by myself, and my doctor has mentioned that my depression shows signs of remission.I named my son Fergus Davis, and his nickname is Treasure. That is right, he truly is the treasure of my life.Time flies, and Treasure, who was just born yesterday, has already turned two.I have persevered with my painting. Once, I ran out of palettes and had to go find a new one myself. While shopping for supplies, I happened to catch sight of a heart-shaped necklace in a luxury store. For some reason, I stood there staring at it, as if I had forgotten that piece o
I abandoned Callista and ran to find that man, but no matter how far I went, I could not find him again. I tried to push through the jostling crowd, determined to find the man who had just brushed past me. Was it reality or a dream? Or was it just my intense longing manifesting as a delusion? I truly did not know, only that in that fleeting tenth of a second, an overwhelming rush of nostalgia swept through my mind and heart.So, I missed the man from my dreams that much. I longed to see him so deeply. Even though he had said that seeing him would break my heart, I did not care. I wanted to see him. I did not know when it started, but my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. Why was I crying? I did not even know if that man was real or a phantom, so why did I feel such agony?I walked until my legs felt weary, but I could not find him. I stood helplessly and was abandoned in the middle of the hurried crowd. They pushed against me, and I let myself drift to some u
It was too bright.I raised a hand to rub my eyelids, lazily turning toward the corner of the bed to hide from the sunlight streaming through the glass ceiling.No matter how I tried to avoid it, sleep was impossible. The rays had already jolted me awake, and the entire room was now
At first, I only wanted to tease him to see how he would react. I never imagined that he and I would go this far.His praise left me feeling both embarrassed and happy. I continued to avoid his gaze, not daring to look at him directly, while he remained indifferent, his eyes fixed on that
Once again, his tongue invaded my mouth. I couldn't possibly describe his taste; I only knew it was seductive. It made me feel like a moth drawn to a flame with no way out, gradually drowning in a dazed stupor.His hand did not remain still. It began to slide upward, encompassing my breast
His words echoed in my head, over and over, until I felt as though I were dreaming. If this truly was a dream, I wished I would never wake up.I even pinched myself hard just to be sure this was reality. My eyes were red and swollen. I tried to wipe away the tears rolling down my cheeks, b






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