All Chapters of Sweet forbidden love: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Last night, I dreamt that he held me and kissed me with such tenderness and care. The feeling he brought was one of absolute peace and security, not at all like Benjamin. But the next morning, as I woke up, I was once again unable to recall his face. I wept, feeling a hollow ache in my heart that could never be filled.Every time I dream of that man, I am left with this same sensation. Over the past three years, I have been unable to erase his silhouette from my mind. Each encounter in my dreams leaves me just as heartbroken as the last, and this pain never fades. If anything, with the passage of time, the impression of that man has become more deeply etched into my mind and heart. Who are you? Who are you that makes my heart so weary, who makes me hope only to fall into despair?I stared blankly out the window, watching groups of people hurrying off to start their new workday. Out there, everyone is equal, working daily to earn a living, returning in the evening to ga

That evening, we ate dinner in a heavy silence. He and I did not exchange a single word.He seemed distracted, merely picking at his food as a formality before quickly taking his leave.I glanced at the wall clock. It was already eight o’clock. Where could he be going at this hour? Although curious, I dared not voice my questions, keeping them buried deep inside. The very word "marriage" still felt like an unbearable weight pressing down upon me.That night, I fed Treas and tucked her into bed. Thankfully, despite a difficult birth, she was an incredibly well-behaved and obedient child who did not fuss over her meals like others. She was also bright, quick-witted, and eager to learn. I wanted her to grow up in a happy and cheerful family atmosphere. Yet, for some reason, Benjamin and I could not mend our bond

Having spoken to his father, Benjamin turned to me with an air of indifference."Go up to our room on the second floor."Benjamin’s words seemed to drive his father to the brink of madness. A surge of rage ignited within the older man. His gnarled hands, resting on the cane, trembled violently. He slammed his hand against the table and shouted."Do you even consider me your father, you insolent boy?"Faced with his father’s wrath, Benjamin merely glanced at me, signaling for me to head upstairs. But how could I possibly go?I felt so miserable that tears began to well in my eyes. Why had I chosen to return to this country? This house did not belong to me, nor did it welcome me. Whether here or abroad, I was clearl

In the days that followed, I felt as though I were under house arrest. There were times I felt suffocated and wanted to go out early for a jog to breathe in the fresh air, only to be blocked by the bodyguards. They insisted that without Benjamin’s direct orders, I was not permitted to leave.I sighed, and after much pleading with Benjamin, he finally permitted me to go out on the condition that I was always accompanied by security.I felt like an accomplice to some heinous crime, having to ask for permission just to step outside. It was not like this in Germany, where I was at least free to walk the streets. I had thought returning to America would mean freedom, but no. In doing this, Benjamin had built a prison for me.Many times, I wondered why I had to stay home instead of going anywhere upon returning to m

"Oh, it is just dust in my eyes, darling."Seeing me smile at Treas, he innocently thought I was happy and began to laugh and chat with the little girl of the same age sitting next to us.The woman sitting beside me also noticed and remarked."Goodness, your little boy is so intelligent. At two and a half, he seems more aware than my own child."I offered only a forced smile in response to her compliment, my mind too cluttered with worries to feel any genuine joy.Once we finished with the swings, I took the opportunity to let Treas play on the Ferris wheel and the slide. Before I knew it, fifteen minutes had already passed. Time felt like it had been sliced away. I felt a deep pity for both my son and myself.