Lonely Bride

‘Come on, mam, I take you to the restroom, saying The nurse started helping me, and the doctor started writing something on his note.

Once I reached the washroom, I saw a beautiful modern washroom with white tiles, a box shower, and a bathtub on the other side.

I checked every corner of the room. Who knows, he might have kept some cameras here. But when I found nothing, I finally got rid of my clothes and took a nice, warm shower. After getting fresh, I felt tired, and I realized I was indeed weak.

I wore the bathrobe, and the nurse took me towards the closet, and while I was stunned looking at it,

“What would you like to wear, Mam?” she asks, looking at me and the closet back.

Before I could think about who the clothes were, I saw that all the clothes were new brands with tags on them. And all the best brands

I walked two steps and opened the other closet and drawer and saw it had the best brand of clothes, shoes, bags, watches, perfumes, accessories’, and undergarments.

I picked up Victoria’s Secret’s Bra and Panty, and it was my size. I looked back and asked, “Whose clothes are these?”

She knitted her eyebrows and said, “It is your house, so it must be yours only. As sir has shown me, this is all your stuff.” Her confusion was clear upon hearing my question.

Hearing this, I blush hard, thinking, How come he knows my size? And is that perfect?

I avoided her questing glare and picked up one tee and shorts.

I asked her to wait outside till I got ready, and she nodded in agreement.

After getting ready, I went outside and sat. Finally, I am hell tired. I closed my eyes and started pressing my legs, which hurt like anything.

I felt someone press my legs. I guess it is a nurse. Oh, dear sweet holy God, how nice it feels. I started enjoying it when I reached the exact point where it hurt the most. I moan in delight.

And hands stopped. I whined when I did not feel any moment, and I opened my eyes, irritated, and got the shock of my life.

My dear husband is looking at me and gulping like he is controlling something.

I snatch my leg back and ask, “What are we doing?” I asked, a little annoyed.

“Well, are you angry because I pressed your leg, or I stopped?” He asked me, smirking.

That made me think about why I was angry, and I got the conclusion that he stopped.

Well now, do not blame me, but my legs are hurting like a bitch, and he was doing a good job. Maybe if he has nothing in the future, then he can be a masseuse.

I laugh aloud at my thoughts.

“Penny to your thoughts, Mrs. Hudson?” He spoke.

“I stopped my stupid grinning and said, Sarah, my name is Sarah Rose.”

“I have never forgotten Sarah Rose Hudson. Or, to be precise, Mrs. Sean Hudson. Just in case you are forgetting.” He mocked me.

“Well, sadly, I have never forgotten that either, Mr. Hudson.” I spoke with full hatred.

I do not know why I am getting frustrated.

I saw minor disappointment in his eyes, or maybe hurt, but he masked instantly and said, “I am glad you did not forget who you belong to.”

“I belong to none”. I spoke, and now anger is rising in me.

“Says who?” He asked me with a full attitude.

“I do not need anyone’s opinion here, as I have experienced everything by myself. If you are forgetting that fact,” saying I got up with full fury.

Again, ignoring my fury, his eyes roamed my body from top to toe. I noticed his eyes stopped at three places: my face, or maybe my lips, my breast, and my legs.

Then again, a thought came to mind: why would I care? Let him see what he has missed.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I went towards the bed and picked up the phone, and again, there were over 100 missed calls, all of which belonged to my best friends.

Not wasting a second, I call them, and before I speak, “Where the hell are you, Sarah? Are you all right”?

“Yes, I am fine, Nathan. Do not worry. I am sending you my current location to pick me up, and the rest will talk later. I spoke in one cut.

After sending him my location, I turned back and saw an angry Sean Hudson.

Well, now, what is wrong? Why is he mad?

I raise my eyebrow, like asking about his problem.

You are not going anywhere,” he declares.

“And what gives you the impression that I will not?” I asked, folding my hand to my chest.

“This is your house, Sarah,” he whispered.

“No, this is not my house; this is your house, Mr. Hudson. And as you said earlier, I will not forget this is your house, and second, I do not like to stay anymore at anyone’s house.” I spoke.

“Moreover, I am already thankful to you. You let me stay at your place for almost a year. Now I cannot take on any more obligations. However, thank you for your generosity. I shall send the check for my medical bill to you. Thank you very much,” I said, starting to walk towards the door.

His closeness and everything around me are stressing me out. I am feeling dizzy, but right now I care less. I want to run away from here as soon as possible.

He holds my hand and says, “Look, I am sorry for my behavior.” He spoke, looking down in shame.

“Sorry”? I spoke, took my hand back from his firm grip, and asked. I suddenly started feeling like I wanted to burst out like lava.

“Now you are sorry? After six years?

Sorry after 2190 days?

Sorry, after 52560 hours?

Wow, how fantastic! Finally, you are sorry.”.

Tears started flowing like a river from my eyes.

“Are you sorry for those times when I stayed all alone in the basement when you never came to check on me?” I said, full face to him.

“Or are you sorry when no one was there when I was sick?” I asked with tearful eyes.

“Or are you sorry that you made me lonelier than I already was?” I said this while the pain of the year was flowing from my eyes.

I look at his face and say, ‘Why is this hurting so much? Why is my heart paining? Did I expect him to do all this what I am saying?’

I wanted to stop myself, but today I am getting out of control, and my emotions have completely taken over.

“You know what, Mr. Hudson? We check even a dog who stays under the same roof, but let me tell you, I was even worse than that for you.” I spoke with full fury. I never thought my heart was expecting this from him.

‘This is the wrong allegation; he was even stuck in this forced marriage like me.’ My heart warns me.

I composed myself and spoke again. “You know what? Let me be honest with you, Mr. Hudson. I do not have any grudges against you.

So do not be sorry.

Why would I complain to a stranger when my family does not want me?” My voice cracked, saying his.

‘My father hates me to the core.’ I think about my past.

“If you are doing all this out of guilt, then stop this. You do not have to do all these. I do not have any bad feelings about you in my heart. Let us say I do not have any feelings for you.” Saying this, my heart hurts like I will get a heart attack.

‘What happened?’ I thought

I took a deep breath and said, “I am just thankful; you had let me stay at your house. For me, the shelter you provided was more than enough.

And do not worry; I have asked my lawyer to get the divorce papers ready. You will be free from this forced relationship as soon as possible.”

I turned to hide my pain from him and saw my best friend standing at the door, looking worried.

Well, I will not hide anything from them. They know me very well.

I started walking toward them, but before I could say anything, dizziness hit me hard, and before I knew anything, someone held me firmly.

Someone called my name, but I do not know who.

I felt lips on my skin. But this time, I know who it is.

SEAN

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