Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dictated Wife Of The Modern Cupid: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Silence ruled inside the car. I am looking out the window, folding the papers from the hospital, thinking about what the nurse said.I am pregnant. I am carrying the child of the man who brought me to hell.I have El’s child inside my womb. It makes me sick in the head, thinking what I will do about this creature that will probably grow inside of me. Tears were freely rolling on my face, helping me to release the anxiety I have. A whole part of me aches because I know he will never accept the child I am carrying now. I can't let this child, if the time comes, experience the rigor of El. I can't help but wish for my own flesh to be saved from being the subject of his uncharitable treatment. “It's beautiful outside, ma'am. I guess you should be enjoying this moment before going back to the mansion.”Martin was right. It's beautiful here; there are people walking on the street, friends laughing together, children whining about something they want to have but their parents never gave t

“I'm glad to see you have appetite, ma'am,” Amia said, glaring at me as I ate the fruit and vegetable salad she brought up here. I do this for my child. I can't starve because it will affect him. My child might even be harmed if I don't follow the doctor's advice. “What else do you need, ma'am?”I finished eating and drinking milk. I leaned back and looked at her. Her eyes showed the happiness she felt. I thought Amia was not going to take good care of me after I yelled at her while I was taking my anger out on God. But she was still here; she took care of me even better. “I don't need anything more, Amia. The truth is that I want you to leave me here so that I can rest.”She took the things on the table and put them on the tray with a smile. “If that's what you want, ma'am.”Amia turned back on me. I remembered that I had never thanked her. I cleared my throat, and she turned to me. “Amia, thank you for the delicious food. I am very happy,” I said with a sincere smile on my lip

“This way, sir,” the attendant immediately said when we arrived at the venue. My hand was holding El's arm. I don't know why my husband doesn't seem to want to let go of my hand that was holding on him even for a second. I just thought that his actions are just for the show; he pretends to be sweet to me even though the truth is that he is irritated and wants to separate me from him. “The Cupid and his Psyche are here!”Someone shouted happily; it led me to become more excited. “Mister Suarez, you had a great date tonight.”“She's damn gorgeous.”“And sexy!”“Everyone, that's why I haven't let her go to parties with me these past months because I am afraid that others will always see her. You know, any man who has a beautiful and sexy wife feels the same way.”Because of what he said, my face turned red. I'm disgusted with myself because even though I know that he will hurt me again when it's just the two of us, I become weak with his simple words, even though all of that is not tr

My legs were spread a little wider to make him enjoy pulling and pushing in my slippery, tight hole. My hands were holding tight to his necktie, making him smile. He was sadistic in his little ways, yet I couldn't hate him. Hence, my flesh liked it. It was like I was in the garden, where beautiful flowers were blooming elegantly. “Eldifonso, you're so big! I hate you, but I like how you drive my pussy crazy.” I praised him, letting my saliva slip in the tunnel of my throat.“Oh, fuck you, my wife. I love it when you call me by my name. Don't you know it? That's music to my ears.”In the whole duration of our marriage, it was the first time that I felt I was valuable to him. He could beat a person who was possessed by a sex god in the way he moves his thighs and digs down into my flesh. “Oh, Eldifonso! My Eldifonso, my hated husband, why are you so good in bed?” In this moment, there was no hatred inside my heart, but all were admiring and wanting more of him. His dick was hard a

“You should have listened to him, Valerie. You should have planted a bountiful garden—no, a bountiful forest of hatred for him!” I looked at the wall outside the window. The plant there lost its color, dried, and is soon to fall down. It was a totally dead plant, seeking a drop of water coming from above.I was really jealous of that little plant on the wall because I thought it was free from anything that chained it. But I was wrong to think that freedom is something that centered on a person or a thing that was living outside of jail, walking on the street, and passing by with many people. The little plant was outside, but it was not free from the end of its life. I know that it could be more beautiful and green if it was only planted on healthy soil. I sighed, returning to one seated sofa, crossing my legs, and taking the book from the table was the only choice that I had. My husband put books here, but he didn't put anything useful. I've read this story of the little mermaid n