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EVERETTE:Where could she be? Why would she keep on making me worry? I asked in my mind as I continued to look for my wife. My worries for her did not disappear as I continued to look for her. I already went to the mini-forest of this island but did not find her there. I also asked some of the residents, but none of them saw her. That woman. Did she have plans to make me sick with worry? I did not like how I felt right now. If you haven't prioritized your family over your wife, this would not happen at all. But it was her suggestion that I go after Beatrice. She said it was fine. If she only told me that it was no, I wouldn't go there.Are you sure, Everette? Your mind would often wander to your older sister.Well, there was a point there.Drake made sure not to show his face or he would regret it for the rest of his life."Christina? Where are you?" I shouted. My voice echoed, but there were no signs that my wife heard me. If I had not found her by sunset, I would have created a

CHRISTY:Everette dipped his mouth into mine. I moaned at the pleasure of his kisses.He bit. He nibbled and lastly shoved his mouth into mine. Our tongues were fighting a battle we were the only ones who knew. No one wanted to be defeated. Both of us wanted to rule. I no longer felt the cold, but instead felt the electricity created between our bodies. Who needed hot water when he could already warm me up?When we were both catching our breath, we both pulled away and rested both of our foreheads against each other."Kitten..."Grinning, I asked, "Yes, Bunny? Anything for you?""Kiss me again," he whispered. "Your kisses are like a drug. I could not get enough of it. I cannot get enough of you," he mumbled.I chuckled and sat on his lap, under the water. "You will look for my kisses every single day, Bunny.""I don't mind. I have no plans of letting you go, Kitten. You and I will be forever. There will be no divorce, Kitten. You hear me? I will not allow it."My heart melted at his

CHRISTY:Everette’s face fell, and I almost wanted to take back my words but stopped myself. I wanted to stick to my plan of not “You don’t want it?”"Yes, Everette, I don't want to marry you again. I don't get why we need to when the first one was already valid. If you won't accept my decision, then..."He kissed the back of my palms, stopping me from saying any further. “I will accept your decision, Kitten. I won’t press anymore about remarrying. I am already content with what you can give me. I'm sorry if I pressured you for a moment.”Why did he have to be so understanding that it made me feel guilty? “Are you sure, Everette? It's okay if you tell me what you really feel, but it won't change anything, okay?”“Yes, Kitten. I don’t want to lose you,” he said. I shivered when I felt the cold air kissing my skin. The guests had already started lighting their houses while the cruise ship was also doing the same from afar. "Let's go inside?" Everette asked. "You're already shivering

CHRISTY:"I knew women like you. You will grab every possible opportunity," she spat. “Seeing you annoys me even more. You reminded me of your Mom.”“Mom and I are two different beings, Mom,” I said politely, even if my heart was already bleeding too much. And I could not blame Clara. Mom showed her worse side. “As long as my husband won’t believe that I will cheat on him, I am fine with whatever you say, Mom.”Clara’s hand shook in anger. She was dying to hurt me. To slap me once again. “Christy is right, Mom. The only thing that you can do is accept this marriage.” Everette kissed me on my hair. Clar did not like it a bit. “Mom, let us have peace. Christy admitted it was a mistake that she left me in the altar. But don’t you think it’s already too long since that happened? Let’s move on, Mom. Please?” Everette was about to touch his Mom’s hand, but Clara slapped his hand away and looked at me with disgust.“You’re a witch. You bewitched my son!” She was about to slap me, but Everet

CHRISTY:I did it! I was able to slap Drake! I was able to avenge Beatrice!It was not so me to hurt anyone, but after slapping Drake, I felt this weird sense of fulfillment coming from the inside of my chest. Instead of getting guilty, all I felt was the sense of fulfillment of avenging Beatrice. My palms were itching to slap him again, but once was enough. As long as I was able to send him the message that not everyone liked him was already enough.Drake glared at me, watching the imprints of my hands on his palm. It hurt even for a moment and he would no longer be able to forget me. Staring down at me, he asked, "What the fuck was that for? As far as my memories are concerned, you and I had no proper conversation. What did I do to earn a slap from you? Be thankful that you're a woman or else," he trailed off.“So what if I am a woman?” I asked. I scoffed. "You have to ask me those questions? Are you that dense?" I asked. He stared at me for a long time, his face bright red wi