Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Kabanata 451 - Kabanata 460

“Looking at the apple pie, I forgot where I put it, I had half of it, then I put it in, ouch... Did Joen take it earlier?” Sara took a heavy breath and let it out before standing up and leading Nayla into the bathroom. “Madam, no one came in here and I saw for myself that Madam's food is gone. Let's take a bath, I'll help you.” Sara undressed her mistress one by one, much to her surprise she saw several reddish marks on Nayla's front, indicating Doctor Bram may have been rough and abusive to her. “Be patient, ma'am. I will help you find information as quickly as possible and get you out of this hell,” he said as he led Nayla into the bathtub filled with warm water and aromatherapy soap. Her eyes glazed over at the thought of this beautiful woman being a mere stuffed toy to entertain the maniacal doctor. While Nayla played w

“She's taller than Mrs. Nadia!” she exclaimed involuntarily. Once again, the gazes of several passengers immediately turned to her. “Aah, sorry. Dream again. Nightmare!” she exclaimed trying to overcome the awkwardness. “So hurry up and sleep at night and don't always play on your cell phone!” said one of the passengers with a little annoyance. It seemed like he was also trying to sleep on the rather boring journey. Sara pursed her lips, responding to the unnecessary comment. But, the pieces of the puzzle kept spinning in her head throughout the trip, making Sara even more convinced that she had to dig deeper to find the truth. Sara spoke her mind in her heart. “The only person I can trust right now is Joen!” “Mrs. Nayla and Mr. Zavier over there might be involved in some kind of crime

Sara still wanted to refuse, but seeing Nayla so desperate, Sara finally nodded slowly. “Alright, I'll do it,” she said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. Nayla breathed a sigh of relief, and without waiting any longer, she immediately hugged Sara. “Thank you, Sara. I owe you so much. I will never forget your kindness.” “It's not about kindness, ma'am,” Sara replied as she patted Nayla on the back. “I just hope this passes quickly and we can forget all about it. My grandmother?” “I'll take care of her right now, come with me...” Nayla stepped back and wiped away the tears that were starting to run down her cheeks. “You just wear my nightgown and make sure to keep the lights off when he comes into the room. Don't say much, just listen and follow what he says. I'm sure you can do it.”

Sara rose from the bed with caution and legs that trembled with pain, trying not to wake Bram. Furrowing her brow, feeling the physical pain that came with it especially her core, but more than that, there was a feeling that made her heart tighten. Trying to stay strong, she walked out of the room with limping steps. Just before she closed the door, she could see Nayla coming out of the bathroom, walking over to the bed and lying next to Bram, pretending like nothing had happened. She could see Nayla giving her the thumbs up code, for their plan working. Outside the room, Sara endured mixed feelings. Although her body was tired and sore, there was a strange feeling of satisfaction. It was as if, without realizing it, she had uncovered another part of herself that had been hidden. That feeling of love and desire just came out of nowhere, even though she knew that the situation was

“Let me sleep, okay?” Sara looked at Nayla with eyes that implied fatigue. Nayla looked at Sara with mixed feelings of pity and emotion. “Alright, Sara. Rest in. I'll make sure no one disturbs your sleep.” After patting Sara gently on the shoulder, Nayla left the room. She closed the door carefully, leaving Sara who immediately laid down on the bed, trying to find comfort amidst all the confusion she felt. Nayla walked away feeling uneasy. When she realized her steps were heading towards the bedroom, she immediately turned towards the painting room. With a dazed look on her face, Nayla sat in front of the canvas, beginning to scrape her brush over the blank canvas. “Who are you?” she asked, more to herself. She dreamed of a perfect man. Nayla imagined the fondling of that man and couldn't stop imagining, but no matter how much she tried to reme