Blind ex-husband Loves me Again

Chapter 4: Three years late

Vera’s POV

"Huh? Answer me!!!" Where was this intense emotions, when Howard trampled all over me for past three years, every chance he got. I was just a doormat, servant to him but that ends now or actually it ended a week ago.

Howard didn’t even take time to consider where am I, why was I calling him at such pace all he cared about was his mistress and her health. When I didn’t get any answer from him, I chuckled,

“That’s what I thought, you have no answer but-” I took a deep breath. My mind and my mouth were in sync but my innocent heart was still having a hard time getting used to with new Vera. My heart was still trying to make excuses for her beloved Howard. I slammed a hammer on my heart and continued,

“But now you will have the chance of finding all your answers and your biggest hurdle will be off your path.”

I could see the exact moment when the reality was slowly unfolded in front of him, it hit his minefield. Howard’s hands suddenly tightened, making my eyes tear up. Although he couldn't see with his eyes, his dark pupils were filled with rage.

I can’t believe there was a time when I thought my selflessness could make our marriage work. I will just add that to the string of never ending wrong assumptions and decisions of my life.

In the tense and suffocating atmosphere, Sherry's voice came from outside the door.

"Sir, Madam asked me to bring tea."

Howard suppressed his anger and released me abruptly.

"Come in!"

Sherry brought the tea to them and handed one cup to Howard. "Madam said this is separation tea. It is Kennedy rule, since you and Madam are considering divorcing, you both should drink the tea, parting on good terms."

The other cup was handed to me. Kennedy family had still held on to their traditions. Beginning and end of something of great importance was celebrated through a cup of tea.

I slid my fingertips along the cup and a faint bitter smile flickered across my lips. Similar, kind of tea started their relationship and now it marked the end of the relationship. I drank the tea in one gulp without giving it much thought.

He furrowed his brows and hesitated, delaying bringing the tea to his lips. I noticed all of it and I knew exactly what was going through his head.

‘What was wrong with this woman today? Did she really want to divorce him and not just acting?’ I shook my head and handed over the tea cup to Sherry.

Sherry noticed his hesitation, "Sir?" He finished the tea in one gulp and jerked the cup in Sherry’s direction with force making her flinch.

There was nothing more to talk about, there was nothing between them that needed a closure. I wanted to be way from him as soon as possible and get on with my life. The path ahead of me is not easy but it will atleast protect my heart.

I passed by Howard and tried to open the door. I twisted the knob a couple of times but it was locked. I looked around for a key but there was none. Gradually, a king of restlessness settled inside me with increasing temperature. I realized that the door couldn't be opened and sensed that something was wrong.

I called Sherry and Grandma for a while, but no one responded. What the hell was there in that tea?

Meanwhile, Howard remained motionless. I tried to focus with this creeping anxiety and saw, an unnatural flush appeared on his cold face, and his eyes hid a raging anger. He took off his coat and loosened his tie, feeling restless and uncomfortable all over. I could see the pain in his eyes, seeming to be suppressing something.

I was dressed in a simple white linen shirt and beige pants, the temperature today was moderate but suddenly it felt like I was teleported to Sahara in a second. I looked at the temperature of the room and decreased it to the minimum but it had no effect.

A few more minutes passed, and it felt like a fire was burning inside me. Howard let out a low growl and took off his jacket, leaving only his thin shirt. He and I were going through the same side effects. I need to think fast, this can’t end well if I stayed here any longer. He was already starting to lose control, his eyes clouded and burning with desire.

"Howard? What's wrong with you?" My voice was foreign to me. It was breathless and raw. I was having difficulty forming sentences.

No response. I could see that Howard was having a hard time supporting his weight. Just as I was to take a step towards him, I thought of her grandfather's regretful expression on his deathbed and remembered everything. I abruptly stopped moving, what Howard was in on this charade?

However, Howard Makayla stumbled towards me, and in his dark eyes... desire was smoldering. I was startled and before I could escape, he tightly pressed me in his arms. No, No this can’t be happening with me.

In an instant, the faint scent of citrus enveloped me as his fingers pressed against her waist, immobilizing her. I had no way to escape.

"Howard! What are you doing?" My voice sounded urgent, and my body trembled with fear. I can’t fight him off and the look in his eyes, the temperature of his body only meant trouble.

For three years, we had shared the same bed without crossing any boundaries. Countless nights, I could only watch his cold figure and fall asleep without so much as a light graze of two bodies in the same bed.

But now, his scorching body was pressed against my skin, and then something completely unexpected happened.

His thin lips forcefully kissed mine. I was in shock. My nails dug into his shoulders, tears gushed out, and my throat felt tight. How many times have I dreamed of his lips on mine? We didn’t have a normal wedding, we signed papers so he didn’t have to kiss even when we were announced husband and wife in the court.

But now all that fantasy was out of the window, I don’t want him anymore. His touch only made me disgusted. I took only a few seconds to compose myself and tried to push him off but suddenly Howard was engulfed by a stranger's strength. I could only half-plead for him to let go.

"Howard... please, don't make me hate you..." Just like that, her first kiss was stolen from her.

Unfortunately, Howard showed no mercy. He narrowed his eyes, cold and filled with turbidity, and said in a cold tone, "Isn't this what you've always wanted for the past three years?" Howards started to move down my neck with his tongue and teeth. There was no love, no passion, only hate and raw lust.

I felt like I was falling into an ice cellar. I suddenly bit down hard on his shoulder, "Howard, you have no heart."

I was filled with the figment of fantastical Howard in my heart and mind. But despite that figment of love for him I always wanted to save my dignity. Now, I wanted to part ways with dignity but the Kennedy family was about to snatch that last rope away from her.

And this night, he shattered my pride, took away my treasured dignity, and increased my hatred towards him by a thousand folds. Howard didn't love her, yet he forcefully took away my first time.

It wasn't until the next morning that the door could be opened. I was a walking corpse, I still couldn’t comprehend last night. Sherry was waiting at the door, and she looked at me with complex eyes but didn't say anything. Everybody is selfish in this world.

"Madam, I'm sorry..."

Suppressing my emotions, I didn't respond. The more intense the anger, the calmer I became. I climbed down the stairs with painful strides and saw Mrs. Kennedy sitting on the couch like a regal queen. She and her family really thought they could play with anyone’s life and suffer no repercussions but this time they didn’t choose the opponent wisely.

"From today on, Kennedy and I have no relationship anymore." I didn't pursue the matter of the tea anymore. I wanted no ties with this family and I don’t have the capability of going against the Kennedy family anyway.

When I was about to leave in a hurry, the old lady stopped her.

"Listen, the year isn't over yet. Can you wait until after the anniversary celebration to leave?" Mrs. Kennedy’s voice trembled, "I don't have many years left, and these years, I have really treated you like my own good granddaughter, you know that, right?"

"No, I don’t know that.” I took a deep breath and turned to look at the old lady. Did she ever look at me more than a compliant caretaker for her grandson? “You think that you did treat me like your own granddaughter but you would never let any daughter from the Kennedy family suffer the way I have in this household for the past three years and you definitely wouldn’t have pulled the stunt from last night,”

“Mrs. Kennedy,” She wasn’t her grandmother anymore. “For your and my grandfather’s friendship sake, I won't pursue Howard and Kennedy's family for r**e. That's already my biggest concession…."