Hello once again readers! Well...I am so late in updating that they closed my previous thread so here I am with the new one. I am laughing with so much of shame! Anyways, apologies are in order. Please forgive me for being so late that you all might have forgotten the actual story. For those, I am inserting a link here for the previous two parts. Thank me later. Read and please like now...I am very much in need of motivation to complete this one.
All things said and done, he
knew that he screwed up. Going to work was not as hard as to confess to his
wife about his hot make out session with his ex but still, he knew he would
have to face his ex at work. He walked to his cabin without looking at anyone, deliberately
avoiding everyone. Once he reached to his station, he checked his mobile, she
did not reply. Of course, she would not. He just knew but that little hope in
the deepest corner of his heart was rising by the seconds and then crushed by
the reality again and again. He could not concentrate, all he was thinking
about what was she doing and what was going in her mind.
On the other hand, she, at
work, was busy, very busy. She chose to be busy. She was on roll, all the works
pending by her team from long months was demanded by her. And her team knew
that today their boss was really boss as in Like-A-Monster-Boss. She conducted
meetings after meetings, got reports and get work done. In the deep down she knew
what she was doing. Escaping. She was avoiding everything related to her
personal life and especially him. One of her closest friend at work asked her
if she was okay and she, with a big fake smile, replied that she could not have
been better. At lunch when everyone was away, she was alone in her cabin, she
hated that time. She did not want to be alone, she just wanted to work with
everyone so that she could not think, and she could not remember how her
husband made out with his ex. It felt wrong, it hurt. Immediately, she opened
her laptop and started working again. No more thoughts.
How much long the day was, it
was finished for him. When he came home at 7.30, he found his home empty,
lights were out. Of course, she would come late, he thought. He was tired,
mentally. He wanted her to react and ask for forgiveness but the worst part was
that she had no reaction and he had no idea what to do to make it right. He
just sat down at the table near sofa, not caring what he was doing. After a
while, he decided that he would not let himself behave like a loser. He decided
to make her favorite food. He immediately started preparing dinner, although,
he was not as good as flagship restaurant chef but he was good enough to
impress his wife. He knew that she loved authentic Chinese and he started
making it, arranging every little things. He also ordered flowers with a small
card saying sorry. He knew that she would find it dramatic but he also knew
that fact that at the end of the day she was a woman with same fragile heart
who would just need love and care, and he was ready to give her for his entire
When she came home around 10,
she found him sitting on dining table with flowers and food. It was impressive,
she would not lie to herself at least. Too bad she ate at work, the worst
packaged food. She move forward and he got up. "I made food. Your favorite." He
said. She looked at him for a moment, she really felt something melting but
before that feeling overpower her mind, she looked away and take off her coat
and said, "I already ate. Thanks, anyways"
That hurt. He was mad a little
bit but then he remembered that his so called drunken-makeout-session-with-ex-on-penthouse
was more hurtful than the Chinese food rejection. With a sad expression, he
looked at her and she just stared at him saying nothing.
"Can we sit and talk like
adults?" He said, finally.
Of course, he would say that,
she knew he would come up with something like this. She knew he had a point but
she just could not. Sometimes brain says right thing but heart still won't
accept, it is cruel how bitter it is about those moments when all you want to
do is to mend things but the darkness of your heart, your deepest monsters
won't just let the good in you proceed. Forget and forgive, not as easy as
said. Who would count those thoughts running in your brains at immense level
and at fiercely speed rate, when your heart breaks? At that time, forgive and
forget is the last thing you want to do. She knew all this, she got it all but
she just could not. She closed her eyes, just to stop thinking too much.
"No. I can't..."
"...but why can't you?" he
"Because, I don't want to.
Okay? I know you are right, we should talk but I just can't talk right now. I
And she left.
Guilty? Shamed? Embarrassed? Or Unlucky?
She was thinking each of the
scenarios when she was in room. She could literally feel the tons of weight on
her head. An overload of emotions clouding her head, making it ache to the core
and still...she just won't cry. She went to the balcony, their bedroom's small
but lovely balcony, many memories were made there. She stood there, clutching
the rails bit too tightly. Cool breeze kissing her cheeks and tangling with her
long black hairs. From the top floor, she could see tiny cars and people
walking on road the other side, of course it was impossible to identify, but
she could still see, wondering what their life was about, are they really happy
as look like? Or are they as tired as they appeared? Were they sad, struggling
or just living a random boring life? There were babies.
Suddenly, it ached in the
heart. A baby. They never talked about it. For first few years they were so
happy that they did not feel like having a baby, they were enough. But after
five years, they tried. Love is better spread more and more, and a child would
fit into that, to complete their world. And then it happened.
A strange little tear felt in
the corner of her eye. She felt it, the pang in the heart, suffocating feeling
in the lungs, pain in the throat and she knew she can't control anymore. A
lone, single tear became many more and slowly it started heavily, she was
crying. Alone. Thinking about it all which could have gone wrong. Was that the
baby? Were they enough for each other now? Was he slipping away? Was that it?
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