Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tuberose: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

***Mature content*** Abigail's pov - I am startled to reply to him and he puts a kiss on my nose. "I really want you now to be mine." He kisses my eyes. "Let's reach the destination through the journey. The journey of making love." His lips are grazing through my cheeks to my cheekbone. "Am I dreaming or is this reality?" I ask Michael, my heart racing with a mixture of disbelief and joy. "It's reality, Abigail. You are my wife, and I can no longer keep this to myself. I love you. I have loved you for so long, even though I never admitted it before. Please, let me make you mine. Let's be one," Michael confesses, his words filling my heart with warmth and hope. I still can't believe what I'm hearing. His eyes, once filled with indifference and distrust, now hold nothing but love for me. How could I deny him? All I ever wanted was to be cherished by him, to be embraced in his love. And now, it seems my dreams are finally coming true. As Michael cups my face gently in his palms agai

Abigail's pov -I carefully slide off Michael's arms, my heart still fluttering with happiness and disbelief. Did all of that really happen? Did Michael truly accept me and make me his own? I can't stop smiling as I look at him, peacefully sleeping.I reach for my phone and find 4 missed calls along with 2 messages from Chloe. My excitement is interrupted by a sense of worry as I read her messages.Chloe: 'Abby, where are you, girl? Is Michael okay? I had to leave as Dad fell from the bed.'Damn, I couldn't even let her know that Mick is fine. Then I check the 2nd one.Chloe: 'I need you, dude. It's tough. Maybe I will lose my Dad.'My heart aches badly. She is afraid and alone.Trying not to disturb Michael's peaceful slumber, I gently shake him to wake up, but he remains deeply asleep. I attempt to get up from the bed, but a wave of dizziness sweeps over me, forcing me to sit down on the edge."Is it the side effect of being so exhausted?" I wonder, blushing at the memory of the wild

Michael's pov -I am feeling disgusted even to look at Ema."Will you finish the clip? Chloe left in a while but your wife left just a while ago. What was she doing here for such a long time?" My heart sinks now."S-she might have some other work." I stammer. I don't know why but my palms are getting cold. Is Ema right?"Yes, in a hotel room for almost so many hours." I don't know what to say. She holds the phone in front of my eyes.Abby is leaving alone and her clothes are kind of messy. She is looking so exhausted as well. I gulp with fear. What if I am wrong and Ema is right?"It's nothing like that. Stop putting your thoughts in my mind. And I am leaving, don't follow me." I intend to leave immediately."Undress her. What if you find some proof in the form of so many hickeys on her body." I shake my head and leave the room. I don't know what to say or do.I am passing the reception, "Hello, sir. Your wife left a message." I furrowed my brows. She knew that I was still here and she

Michael's pov -Abigail is sleeping. I stop massaging her legs and look at her face. She scared me when I entered the room. How much I have doubts about her but my heart is always fighting with me that she can't be like this. Should I talk to her? Maybe I am taking her wrong. Maybe I should ask her directly. Then things can be sorted. But what if things get worse? Aargh! I don't want to think about anything else.I slowly take the food plate from the corner table. She couldn't even eat because of the headache. I am having food from her plate and looking at her. Her innocence always tells me that she can't cheat on me. Alas! I have to believe that only. But still, I can't leave her. I couldn't even ask her any questions. Am I that much fallen for her? I never thought I would be so much into her that her every wrong will seem the right.My eyes keep drifting back to her, unable to resist her captivating presence. How did I fall so deeply for her that her every fault feels right?Anyway,

Michael's pov -The drizzling rain continues to fall, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matches the heavy hearts of Michael and Abigail. We stand under the tree, the storm lessening but occasionally punctuated by distant rumbles of thunder, as if the weather itself reflects the tumultuous emotions between us.I reach out tentatively to touch Abigail's shoulder, my hand trembling with uncertainty. "A-Ab-Abby," I stammer, desperately searching for the right words to express the remorse and guilt that consume me.Abigail shrugs off my touch, her demeanor cold and distant. "Please, let's go home," I plead, hoping that returning to familiar surroundings might offer some semblance of solace amidst the chaos of emotions."How can I?" Her voice drips with bitterness, and the weight of her pain feels almost tangible. "That is your home as well," I say, my guilt preventing me from saying anything more."You are the reason I am an orphan. For your carelessness, I lost my parents, damn it. An