Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 27

As soon as the clock read seven, I got myself ready to leave without the guards.

From what I would assume to know, Germany was best to tour when late in the night.

Especially if I went to crowded areas where I could catch sight of the chatting people, the busy markets and many other things like that.

That was the best time to finally make a German friend.

And so, if I was walking with some random men protecting me, no one was sure to care about my existence.

They won't want to befriend me.

Nope.

No way would I travel all the way and go back without at least three foreign numbers on my phone.

So, I decided to wear a red long sleeved shirt with blue jean trousers and packed my hair, then left the hotel room.

Henry still wasn't back from work, and just like every other time, I wouldn't expect him to come anytime soon.

At least there won't be anyone stopping me from leaving.

I went to the elevator, pushing the button and entering it once the doors separated.

The doors closed after I pressed the button to the first floor, and soon, it was moving.

After a ding, it opened and I walked out.

Like instinct, about ten men began trailing behind.

Alright girl, time to test your bossing authority. You are the wife to a billionaire after all.

So, with as much aura as I could use, I stopped, causing them to do so.

Act like how you know the wealthy people did in movies.

“Don't follow me.” The words had an edge of no-argument to it, that I was so shocked to know it came from me.

Woah.

“But ma'am, Mr Smith said to—”

“Did I tell you to speak?” I cut him off, extremely surprised by how easily they were coming out.

Was this me?

Either way, I wasn't going to stop now.

It seemed I was actually getting to them, so I mustn't let things die down now.

“I'm just taking a walk down the street, do you don't need to tag along.” Without waiting for their reply, and secretly hoping they wouldn't still follow, I strutted away.

It was only once out the hotel that I dared to turn back, and a smile took over my expression when I realized they truly hadn't followed.

Yay!

Maybe my bossing tone had worked well after all.

Probably something I'd pitched up from living with a man like Henry for a year.

At least now I could spread my wings and fly, even if it was just for the meantime.

I began my stroll, actually heeding to what I'd told them, by just walking down the very long street.

This felt nice.

Especially with how the breeze swooped past me so nicely.

It made me feel better.

Made me feel free.

Like I'd been in a cage, but was finally let out.

Weird, cause I didn't think I'd see living with Henry as a cage.

Was it?

He actually didn't ever stop me from going out, but then I didn't have many friends, which meant the only places I actually ever went were either Charlotte's or Cherry's, or to restaurants with them.

I rarely had anything else to do.

Making friends wasn't easy being a celebrity's wife.

People only wanted to get to Henry through me.

The worst part of feeling caged was him.

The fact he didn't ever for once make me feel at home to at least lighten up things.

Whenever he was home, there was always an awkward air around.

Whenever he wasn't, there was always a weird one.

But initially, none of those things mattered.

Times when I tried so hard to please him. When I wanted to so badly get a compliment from him.

Nothing had mattered then.

All that mattered was his approval.

Thoughts of all I did to make him notice me came flashing back, and I just couldn't help but be disappointed at that me of some months back.

What had been wrong with me? I was way too desperate.

Seriously, Henry had really made me make a fool of myself.

He made me try so hard, and also to feel like a terrible person every time he wouldn't come back from work.

Or when he wouldn't even stare at my dressing.

I would really wish to be in bed with him, and when that also wouldn't happen, it began to feel like everything was my fault.

Like I wasn't good enough for him.

Like my boobs were too small.

I wasn't seductive enough.

When truthfully, all of this was his emotionless self's fault.

Not mine.

People passed by, chatting with whoever they had with them, and none glancing at me.

And as I took more steps down the street, I found myself coming to a conclusion to give up on Henry and all the emotions I once had for him.

He could never make me feel like the woman I deserved to be.

Whatever the reason was that he married me, I still didn't know, and probably no longer cared.

But from now, I was going to stop all these old emotions that were threatening to come back.

He wasn't deserving of my love. He was too heartless, cold and loved his work too much.

And so, if by mistake, I began thinking there was a possible future for us, I would only be readying myself for further tears and feeling low on myself.

No.

That shouldn't happen.

No matter what, I shouldn't fall for him again.

After this one year, we must get a divorce.

Then I can—

Wait Marie.

My feet stopped in their steps the moment I realized I was the only one walking down this street that had suddenly become dead silent.

Where had everyone gone? How lost in thought was I to not realize I might have passed the safe zone.

Maybe I should go back. This wasn't safe.

The moment I turned, my heart stopped at the sight of two huge men taking slow steps towards me.

What raised the alarm in me was the fact they had a grin that didn't speak good, planted on their lips.

Oh gosh.

They murmured something to each other, but I didn't catch it.

Please Please, let it just be I was a meany by judging people by their looks, but truthfully, they were just two normal dudes about to pass.

But geez, they didn't look like normal dudes.

Especially with how disheveled both of their blonde hair was.

I didn't need anyone to tell me (from the way they walked and smelled) that these two men were drunk.

One was very huge (probably 5 feet 11) with blue eyes.

While the other shirtless one, looked about 5 feet 10, and a little slimmer.

The shirtless one said something in Germany to the other.

Whatever he'd said made the other smile lustfully, and reply with a lustful smirk.

That was when I smelled danger.

I decided to maybe test my luck and just walk past them in (tiny) hope that they were just two normal dudes passing by.

But just when I was about to, the huge man blocked my path, saying something in Germany.

Something that didn't seem good.

I found myself internally trembling, but decided to not shrink under them. “Please excuse me.”

The slimmer one laughed, telling the other something.

It was in German, but he said ‘English’ in english.

“Oh dear, what is such a beauty like you doing here all alone.” His tone had a thick accent to it.

But I was at least glad to understand.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea to have come out alone.

This was a foreign country after all, I probably should've taken at least one guard with me.

The huger one (who didn't seem to know how to speak English) said something to the other.

“Why don't we go have a drink.” The other spoke, eating the gap between us.

And goodness, he reeked like heck.

My eyes widened, followed by an increase in my heart rate. “Uh, no. I've got to go.”

As fast as I could, I tried moving from them towards the direction to the hotel.

But before I could even head a step, the huge one had grabbed my elbow, erupting a yelp from my throat.

“Let me go!” I tried yanking my hand off his grip, but he was far too strong.

“Oh beauty,” the other smoothly caressed my cheek, “it's not safe here alone. Let me take you somewhere better.”

The way he said the last word made my heart race twice as fast.

“No! Leave me! P-Please!” Tears from fear filled my eyes.

This wasn't good.

These people were drunk, and it was obvious they'd do something terrible to me.

I couldn't let that happen.

Once again, I tried pulling myself from this huge man's grip, but he was way too strong.

“Help! Somebody! Help me!”

My scream didn't seem to reach anywhere.

We were in a too silent place.

So, I decided to do the only thing that seemed like a possible way of escape.

“f**k off!” With as much strength as one could muster, I gave what lay in between his legs a hard kick, watching the color immediately drain from this huge man.

He spoke some angry words in German, pushing me with so much force, I landed on the floor.

The huge and drunk man fell on his knees, clutching his crotch very hard like that would surpass the pain.

“Have you gone verrückt!” The slimmer one looked furious, heading to me.

From the anger emitting in him, I could sense he was going to punch me.

Oh no, my beautiful face!!!

With a scream, I curled into a ball, shielding my face with both arms and in between my knees.

But confusingly, his fist didn't meet me.

Huh?

That made me stare up at him, and to further surprise me, the least person I'd expected to see.

“Henry?”

I had to blink twice to be sure my eyes weren't deceiving.

And oh my gosh, it wasn't.

Henry was actually here, holding this man's hands midair.

The slim man cussed in German, turning to glare at him.

“Who the hell do you think you are to raise a finger on my girl!” He asked, his tone leaking venom, but the ever composed expression staying unwavering.

“Huh? Ich—” before the man could finish his words, he was greeted by a punch on the face.

Henry let go of his hand to throw another punch.

This time, the man staggered backwards, landing on the floor with eyes closed and a bleeding nose.

My eyes widened in shock.

Was he dead?

Oh shoot, had Henry killed a man?

Thankfully, I was proven wrong when the man groaned, doubling over.

Henry didn't even look like he cared as he moved to the other, who was still holding his d**k like it hurt than ever.

But when the man noticed him, he said something (that didn't seem good) in German, trying to rise to his feet.

But before he could, Henry had appeared in front of him.

“If there's anyone you ever want to hurt, then not her. Not my wife and the one person I love.”

My breath hitched at that word, followed by an increase in my heart rate.

What was he saying? What did he mean? Why did he sound so genuine?

Marie stop. Don't forget all your speech on never letting this man hurt you again. Enough is enough. He has a heart of stone and cannot love.

That snapped me back to reality, as I watched him give the man a kick on the belly, which led to him collapsing beside his other friend, both unconscious.

Soon though, they started snoring.

Henry walked towards me, taking both my shoulders in his hand to pull me to my feet.

“Are you alright? I hope they didn't hurt you?” Worry echoed in his tone.

“No.”

“Good,” he glared at the men. “These jerks will be sent to prison.”

But my thoughts were still focused on what he'd said. “Henry.”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you call me your love?” It just didn't make sense.

Why would he say something like that? Why had he acted so… weird.

It seemed like he cared far too much than he should.

Slowly, his expression turned to an unreadable one as he held my gaze. “Because I meant it.”

My brows pulled in confusion.

Surely it couldn't mean what I thought he meant, right.

Surprisingly though, his hands trailed up to cup my cheeks. “Marie, I love you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but I make this promise to you today that I'll make you fall for me again.”

Everything stilled.

My heart froze.

It had to be my ears were deceiving me, or he was just joking, right?

But from the way he stared at me, I could sense he wasn't joking.

Oh s**t, he was telling the truth.

He really was telling the truth.

This wasn't some kind of dream or imagination, but Henry Smith was actually standing in front of him, his hands on my cheeks and admitting to loving me.

Breath seized from my lungs.

And before I had the chance to reply, he leaned closer, pressing his lips against mine.

His eyes were closed, but mine couldn't.

They stayed widened in shock.

He was kissing me.

This was reality.

And Henry was kissing me.

That wasn't the only thing, but he had also admitted to loving me.

Oh no…