In Loving You

It's been two years since I married Warren. As time passes by our feelings for each other deepens. Warren is still the same as before we got married, he is sweet, charming, and humble. He is the man of my dreams and more than anyone could ask for. I am so blessed to have him. Although, he always insists that he is more blessed for having me.We have known each other since we were in high school. He’s a jock, I'm a nerd. It’s a typical love story like how you watch it in the movies or read in romance novels.I still clearly remember the day we first met. I was sitting at the school’s basketball court beside Ivy, who was my best friend up until now. Ivy had a crush on him and the reason why I was there with her was because Ivy dragged me across the campus so that she won’t look like a crazy stalker watching Warren practice playing basketball by herself.Warren is famous because he is rich, handsome, and kind. He’s a part of the basketball v

We ate silently, not talking to much and just savoring the food. The same hour after we ate our dinner, we flew to France using our private plane.I really didn’t like the whole idea of traveling into a different country without any notice. His parents might get mad at him and it might also jeopardize his company. Even though I tried to insist that we must stay, I wasn’t able to convince. I’m a stubborn person, but he’s much stubborn.We slept in the whole ride and rested a bit in our vacation house that we bought a year later after our honeymoon. Warren saw how much I enjoyed it here and he thought that the house would be a good investment.He’s right, we often travelled here during vacations and even during surprise visits. We like this place so much that maybe we could also grow old here. Just him and me. Our children would stay on where the company is and visit us during vacations with their own sons and daughters with them.I ne

The house is far from Warren’s company. We live in a secluded village far from the city, away from the pollution and the crowd, while the company is located at the main city where all busy people and the towering buildings are.The city is nice. You could not see any trash in the street even if people were everywhere. There were buildings, malls, restaurants and other things that our generation could offer. The best time to go there is at night where you could admire the lights in every building that were lit up to shine in the darkness. It’s like the place never sleeps.Despite all those, I still liked that Warren chose to build our house away from the city. We live on top of a hill where you could see the great view of the city at night. We were also surrounded by nature just like trees and small parks where children in the village play at afternoon.Because the place weren’t filled with too many people, we all know each other and it was easy to be

I fluttered my eyes open but I can’t see anything clearly. My head is covered with a black cloth but I can make up two guys that were standing in front of me because of the light coming above us. They were whispering to each other, I think. I tried to move my limbs but I feel weak and sleepy. I think my arms and legs were tied. I looked at my side and saw someone whose legs and arms were tied on a chair and his head is also covered with a black cloth. He seems to be still asleep. I closed my eyes shut trying to fight off my sleepiness and focus on the things happening around me but it didn’t last long. I soon fell into a deep sleep**************I groaned and touched my head. My head hurts and I hear ringing in my ears. I fluttered my eyes open and blinked many times before realizing who was beside me. Instead of seeing Warren, I saw a different man. My eyes went wide and I jumped of the bed.Where am I? I looked around me to search for clues on where I a

“Bella are you alright?” Tonia asked when she noticed me winced.“I just got a scratch. I’ll take care of it.” I smiled.I went to our bedroom and locked myself in there with the first aid kit. I did the same things he did to my wound. First, I blew it, cleansed it, wrapped it with a bandage, and kissed it a lot of times. My eyes welled up with tears again.'Come on, stop crying. You just cried. Stop it!' I told myself internally trying to keep my tears from falling. We were still married. Why do I cry like I already lost him? I wanted to lie and curl myself on my bed and cry my eyes out but I still have many things that I have to do.We finished cleaning everything at noon. If they weren’t with me I could have done all of this by midnight. They were so nice that they even cooked me dinner before they left. I wasn’t planning to eat. I don’t have the appetite for it but I feel bad wasting their effort so I ate it the