As days go by, lies slowly become visible in my eyes. I don't know how did it start, as far as I can remember I did my best not to do anything regardless of what happened to me. I did my best to act cool, to play dumb, and be stupid. But it seems like no lies will forever be kept."Good morning wife"I flinch when I felt someone touch me. I step back and lift my head, my eyes widened when I saw Vicenzo who immediately held my waist to pulled me back closer to him."Are you alright? You're pale" he worriedly asks in forehead creased.I stared at his handsome face, instantly I lost in my thoughts while memorizing every feature of his face. His drowning eyes, proud nose, sexy lips, and well-sculpted jawline. He's almost perfect to look at if he is not just grumpy and always frowning.My lips stretch into a smile and I held his arm that is around my waist "When did you wake up?" I query changing the topic.The light creased of his forehead deepe

"What's the meaning of this Dad?" I voice out feeling the sudden lump on my throat. I look at him straight in his eyes waiting for his explanation. The last time he asks me to sign a paper was the marriage contract that I wasn't able to read what's written on it. And now, he wanted me to sign a divorce paper. Does he think that this divorce paper will resolve everything? "It's the way out Svanna. I know I'm the one who put you in that situation that's why I'm doing my best to get you back. All you need is to sign the divorce paper" he explains and took a deep breath "Don't be scared. Daddy is here, I will do everything to erase Vicenzo's name on your name" he added. I swallow the lump on my throat while looking at him with my glassy eyes. I wanted to cry but I'm holding myself not to. Regret is indeed always in the end. I can see it- I can see in his eyes that he regrets everything that he did. "Dad..." I whisper and shook my head staring at m

They said we must be brave to face the reality. If this is the reality that I must face being Vicenzo's wife, then I gladly accept it. Call me foolish but I don't care."Saint..." I said in panic and immediately unfasten my seatbelt when the car halted in the middle of the road.My tears keep on streaming down to my face while worriedly held Vicenzo's hand."Stop crying..." he hissed that made me shook my head and expelled a loud cry.My shoulder shrugged and move while continuously crying. I don't know anymore how to explain what I feel right now, all I know is I'm scared. I'm scared for the both of us. I'm so scared that my heart seems ripped into pieces."I'm scared" I whisper and grip his hand tightly although my body is trembling and my lips are quivering.I heard him puffed out a sharp breath and held my face. He made me face him and I cry even more seeing his calm yet serious face."You don't have to be scared. I am here wife,

"P-Please..."I pleaded while gripping the wrist of the man who's strangling my neck.Fresh tears keep streaming down to my face having a hard time to breath. I am screaming 'help' inside my head and wishing that Vicenzo will come back. My situation is so hopeless that all I could do is to cry while pleading with this man to let me go."I didn't know Santorini will grant his protection to someone like you" he scoffs "With an evil man like him? I didn't know he will choose a fragile and delicate woman like you" he laughs lowly.He runs the barrel of the gun on my face and even brushes off those strands of my hair that blocking my face. He lowers his head to me and he smirks."I wonder what will happen if he saw you dead while bathing your blood inside this room" he whisper.I press my lips together helpless with my situation right now. I am crying silently praying that I would be saved, but

What's the most painful part of dying? For me, it's regret. Although I already know that death is just an inch away from me, I still live a life as if nothing was just a normal thing as Vicenzo's wife and I need to cope up with it. Although I keep on reminding myself that I should be ready for the possible things that might happen, still I acted like a stupid naive woman who doesn't know how to take care of herself. I regret not taking the situation seriously, for being insensitive, and for being stupid and dumb.I thought I am more scared to stop dancing than dying, but I was wrong. I realize that I am more scared to die because I would stop dancing, I regret that I wasn't able to say the things that I wanted to say to people who are important to me, I'm afraid that the things I want to say will forever remain inside my head. Fear just become visible once you saw it, death becomes real once you were in that moment of dying... and I am scared right now because I am seeing my