Prologue
Just like a dream, all of my good memories dyed in the color of regrets.
Long time ago since the first time I heard the cavalcade of horses for obeisant eulogy of the farmers who died from the attack of La Trinidad empire. Many years passed and I could still remember how they passed here in the river in between two mountains. It seemed I was following an unknown sound, I was uncertain hearing horses from a far but I still hurried to find where was it.
The utmost ecstasy I felt being lost in where mountains almost met the skies. Running for excitement, a far I saw horses jumping of zest, eating the grasses and galloping together with a man on his mint dress shirt underneath a white suit and white pants. His black leather shoes was unparalleled for holding a procession of horses.
The horse turned back and the man saw me as I stood a bit far from him. His shiny black comma hair swayed together the wind. His emotion changed the time our eyes met. My white summer slip dress with lace stripe was dancing through the wind in the middle of the wild. The grass was intimate to my feet as I was barefooted.
He smiled widely like tomorrows were nothing but a memoria. Waving at me like he was waiting for my arrival. He stepped down the horse and still eyeing me. Very tall, his shoulders were broad, his body was well-proportioned like a model and his golden ratio face was very much to look at.
A small smile formed on my lips as he started walking towards me, leaving the horses from behind. As he was spitting the distance between us, slowly I couldn't recognize his face causing my beams to fade.
"I turned 27 years old today" he was proud and happy, his voice was gentle and sweet. Rubbing my eyes to see things clearly, I walked slowly to him with almost an eyes close, feeling like dust inside it were stuck.
"Mi amore, Eris" his voice was near, echoing together with the wind. I opened my eyes and he was gone.
Everything was gone, the horses and him. As I looked down the wind pushed me in the flowing river.
The sound of thunder banged inside the dark room as my breathing hitched after that dream. I was hugged by the silk comforter as I was feeling paralyzed. I couldn't move. My forehead was sweating regardless how cold the night was with a heavy rain. I saw someone in front of me but was facing outside the window, sitting at the high chair in my vanity, was shirtless and only his pants remained.
He was an art even he was facing the opposite, his damped wet hair seemed like he came from the rain outside. As I stood, I realized this wasn't a dream anymore. Walking towards him in this silk white dress felt so unreal. My feet felt cold as I stepped into the marble glass floor together with my frozen fingers.
I stopped when I got into this close to him, slowly I hugged him from behind. Feeling his bulky body within me made me at ease of this bad weather. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I closed my eyes, he smelled unfamiliar.
He held into my wrist, he was warming me. As I opened my eyes, the mirror at the side who was facing us was the first thing my eyes directed to, causing me to widen my eyes in fear and amusement.
My hands were trembling as I realized I was wrapping him, my heart won't stop beating when he looked at me when he saw my reflection in the mirror.
Slowly, I let go of him and stepped backwards. All I felt was disappointment, anger and pain. He stood up, he let go a breathe before facing me with a smirk. His eyes was full of fantasies as I looked at it, fantasies that might put me in danger.
"Are you afraid?" his voice was deep and gentle but that was not the voice I wanted to hear.
Why were people kept on fooling me?
"Let's sleep together-"
"No!" cutting him off, I took one step backward.
He remained having a blank expression, not even determined to do a thing for my NO. All I heard was his 'hmmp'. His chuckles was wrathful to my ears, he was scary and sadistic.
"Hmmm. Amalia" that was too deep. "Many times I consider you a treason since we got married and you are still finding someone who's existence is out of nowhere"
He laughed in a vile manner. "I don't think you are going crazy, don't you?"
Closing my eyes I said. "You are not my husband"
