Cured
1384 Words
I gulped down a full glass of whiskey, wishing it would take my pains away.
How could Sebastian do this after four years of marriage? Cheat on me with Catherine, his brother's fiancé, on our matrimonial bed.”
Tears gushed down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Four years ago, I was a hustling, beautiful and refreshing young girl at the peak of my life.
Although I lived with my parents in the field, I was happy with them.
My Dad's business crumbled and things became difficult for us. Then came Sebastian, who offered to help and swept me off my feet, or was it because I had no choice?
I agreed to get married to him and we had s*x. We kicked off the relationship, and soon we got married straight away.
I gave myself in and didn't turn around to look back. I made myself believe I could make things work and bring us to what seemed to be a perfect life.
I gulped down another glass and continued crying.
I saw him as my demigod and admired him a lot. He always dressed nicely and smelled nice as well. He was a man of charming disposition and sophisticated personality. That was how I saw him initially.
After a few months, we found out I was pregnant and expecting a baby.
When I finally gave birth, the baby was dead. That was when the twist started.
Sebastian changed. I noticed that change, but I couldn't confront him. However, it became obvious that he even hit me on different occasions.
Soon, my mother-in-law started acting cold to me even when she knew I had just lost my child.
I couldn't mourn my baby because I was trying to pacify my so-called husband and mother-in-law so they wouldn't neglect me.
Sebastian was still very important to me even though he didn't feel any weight on his heart, because of the loss of our child.
How will I live my life when my life depends on my husband, huh?
I wanted his attention and affection back, so I decided to sacrifice my inner wounds to give him another child.
I lived with my mother-in-law's insults and my husband's neglect. When they suspected that I was pregnant because of the headaches, nausea, and lightheadedness, his behavior started to change.
They thought the symptoms were at an early stage of pregnancy.
I was happy that the universe had decided to give me another chance.
Will he love me again if they find out I'm pregnant?
I gulped my whiskey again. I felt nothing but emptiness as I drank.
But when I got to the hospital, instead of being positive for pregnancy, I was diagnosed with a f*****g brain tumor.
Why me?
I was crying and wailing in my head, but it couldn't come out. Tears just kept gushing down my cheeks and I didn't bother to wipe it off.
The lights in the bar were dim, the music was loud. I was alone at my table, completely drunk and sober.
Just like a shadow, a man sat next to me. His disposition screamed wealth and power.
“Don't have any more drinks if you can't handle it.” A man advised and stopped the waiter.
I looked at the stranger who had just spoken with contempt. I could tell he was huge. Even while he was seated, his toned and strong looking shoulders were a mile long in his shirt.
Did that stop my righteous indignation? No. How dare he?
Does he know what I'm dealing with? No. Does he have any idea that I had no hope? No. He has no right to sit close to me and tell me what to do or not.
“If…” I paused as I tried to speak. I was boiling with rage.
“You have no right to be mean if you don't know what someone is going through.”
He looked at me, and he was surprised by the rawness and fierceness in my voice.
He kept looking at me and I looked back at him, getting a glimpse of his intense blue eyes through my vision, but I didn't care because I was pissed.
Without saying another word, I stood up with the bottle of whiskey. I placed some cash on the counter and I walked out.
As I left the vicinity, I felt a drop of cold liquid on my face. I looked at the sky and a heavy downpour started.
It rained heavily and thunderously but I stood there. I was drenched and soaked. I felt like a mess just the way I was feeling on the inside.
“Hey you! A voice called out.
I looked up, but my soaked hair was on my face. I reached out to touch my hair and I heard someone shouting.
“Hey you! Are you coming or not?
I followed the voice and my gaze fell on a taxi across the road waiting for me. A hand beckoned to me as the door was opened.
I entered the backseat and shut the door. That was when it dawned on me that I was fully drenched.
“I'm so sorry,” I said.
“It's fine. Where do I take you? The driver asked.
I told him to take me to the nearest hotel. I couldn't go home because I no longer had one. At least for tonight I wouldn't be in my so-called husband's house.
When we got to the hotel, the driver stopped. The rain has subsided. I paid for the cab and went to reception.
I checked in and was given room number 222.
I was so tired and wasted. I couldn't control my body. Even though it was my spirit that was broken, it affected my body.
I pressed the elevator and when I got off, I started to take off my shirt when I saw what seemed like my room number. I opened the door. I forgot that I needed a key.
“Ma'am, you are in the wrong room.” A voice said.
“No! I yelled.
It was the same man at the bar. I recognized his deep masculine voice. His gaze washed over my body, taking in my disheveled and wet appearance. When he heard me, he twitched his lips.
Before he could say another word, I took off my trousers, and he quickly reached for me.
“Miss,” he called.
He held me in his strong arms before I could fall.
He wanted to keep a distance, but he knew it was almost impossible for me to stand on my own.
He shivered when our skin meshed. Despite my coldness, I felt his warmth. He couldn't deny the rapid throbbing between his legs under his jockers.
He looked at my face and was surprised. He had seen so many women, but none was as real and innocent as I was.
I threw my hand around his neck. All my uptightness and faithfulness didn't get me anywhere in my marriage.
At that point, I didn't mind. I was ready to do something obscene. Besides, my husband also cheated.
I kissed the stranger with tears gushing down my cheeks as I did.
The stranger was shocked and surprised at the boldness. But he was also surprised that his body was reacting.
He broke away from my grip and pushed me gently, but I went back to him. He was about to push me again but when he looked at my eyes, he saw it was pleading and yearning. He hesitated.
I grabbed his hand and with a shaky voice I said, “Please.”
He took me to bed and went up to lock the door before coming back to bed. “Are you sure about this?
I touched him and I nodded. My eyes were filled with tears, but I didn't stop.
The man didn't know what he was feeling, but he knew I was yearning and needed to be cured, and he had the cure.
He made love to me, he made it passionately, and I realized I was missing this all along.
Was it just intimacy or connection or was there much more to it?
It felt like two souls connecting. One was curing the soul that was hurt…
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