… You are made only for me, nothing in this world could alter this fact…
Lawrence POV:-
I am so happy. Happiness is not enough to explain how I am feeling. There's nothing else I want in this world. Evelyn is my hope, my everything.
I feel like I am blessed with the most beautiful wife. I love every little gesture of hers. Her appealing gray eyes. Her raven locks that fall on her face make me fall for her more. The feelings of fondness increases by each passing second.
I sometimes thought that this is a dream because having everything you desire happens in dreams. I smiled widely and looked at the enchanting features of my wife.
Today, I woke up before her. I run my fingers against her soft cheeks and twirl my fingers around her locks. A never-ending feeling of satisfaction filled me up.
Unlike her, I don't ruin moments like these. I continued to stare at her aesthetic features with a smile.
Her eyes slowly opened as I smiled,
"Morning, Love," I said and was about to kiss her but she tilted her head away and stretched.
"Good morning." She sat up yawning. I shook my head and pulled her close to me. I nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck.
She let out a small giggle and tried to leave but I held her strongly so that she wouldn't escape.
"Lawrence, let go." She said, "No.," I whispered back.
After a few seconds, I let her go. I let out a disappointed sigh. She went to the bathroom as I laid back again.
She came out and told me that she had hung my suit outside the closet like always and my watch was on the dressing table not on the side table and left.
I smiled widely. I have gotten so used to her. I don't think I can do anything without her now. She set all my things and then left to make breakfast for me.
She is the best wife ever. I got up and got ready. I got out and wore my attire and then my watch. I looked at my reflection for the last time and was about to leave but my phone rang.
I opened it and saw a text from an unknown number.
My eyes widened in horror when I saw it.
Adrian, Please, Think about it. I have liked you ever since my childhood, it's been a long time. Think about my feelings for once. I truly love you.
My throat dried as I lost my senses.
It was Evelyn's text to Adrian.
This has to be a lie, a terrible joke. Nothing is ever really perfect.
Filled with extensive rage and heartbreak that this happened and I am not even aware of it took over me and I found myself losing in it when the grief mixed with fury ate me that my wife loved- or perhaps, love… My brother.
Evelyn POV:-
I was on the rooftop. I hung clothes out to dry yesterday and forgot about them. I exhaled in relief that they didn't fly away somewhere else, humming to myself.
As I was putting clothes in the basket, I was pulled harshly. I utter a sharp cry of pain. I looked up and saw Lawrence giving me an outraged look.
“Lawrence?” My whole body shivered in dread when I saw that look.
“I thought we had something special, Evelyn.” His eyes show a glint of hurt and wrath that is beyond my capabilities to bear.
“Why did you do this?” He grabbed my arm tightly. I whimpered in pain but then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it towards him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked worriedly, tensed what he was talking about.
"How can you do this to me? If you loved him then why didn’t you say it back then? Why did you agree to marry me?" He growled.
My body lost itself in the pools of fright aroused by this seething look. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I continued to whimper in pain.
"I love you enough to die for you. I thought I am your only one.. And not someone but my own fucking brother…" He let out an empty laugh, clearly disheartened to know all this.
“Lawrence, please…” I whispered, hoping he would listen but he had lost his ability to perceive at this point.
“What more do you want me to listen to? Why didn’t you tell me.. And he was holding your hand.. How long has this been going on?” He snarled, tightening his grip on me, taking things on a whole wrong level.
His breath evoked a feeling of apprehension that the trepidation I was trying to avoid came to me with much force and hatred.
I began to cry, losing my strength. His anger was horrifying me, I was frightened, my legs were weak, my throat dried with the inability to speak further..
"Law-" I tried to say anything but he cut me off.
"Shh… I don’t want to listen to anything." He said. His voice was also croaked. My body was trembling violently in dread that I would have to face this rage. This gave me a very bad omen that what I was trying so hard to prevent occurred in the worst way.
"And you... You broke me." He said as a tear simultaneously released from both of our eyes. I couldn't take this intolerable fury anymore.
"Lawrence please-" I whispered and the anger building up inside of him is growing fierce by each second. His eyes flicker with those dark malevolent eyes that are being wrapped in incense.
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled, slamming his hand on the wall as I continued to sob.
"How dare you destroy my life. Why did you drag me in your love, Evelyn? Why didn’t you tell me once that… you.. you… " He snarled, he couldn’t even speak.
I unremittingly shed tears. His eyes show a strong feeling of hostility towards me as he gives me that substantial look of heartbreak and rage; making me immerse in dread and remorse.
"When you loved him then why marry me?!" He shouted as I convulsed uncontrollably. He looked at me with a scowl.
"It's n-not what y-you-think." My horror-stricken form managed to stutter.
"My own damn brother." He continued and he pushed me away, pressing me against the wall.
I cried as the terror he elicits in me tell me to never anger him again. He pulled his hairs in frustration and wiped his tears and gave me a look which I never saw in his eyes before- hate.
I felt like everything in me shattered as I felt being stabbed.
"I love you... And you only.." I said between the sobs.
He looked at me for a second and narrowed his eyes at me. For a second, I thought he'd hit me but he slammed his hands on the wall.
“It’s not about love… it’s about you living under the same roof of the person you loved all your childhood.” He growled, losing his patience with my constant sobs.
But what can I say, I would be disheartened too if I come to know my husband used to love my sister. It is an extremely hard thing to accept.
He stared at my crying mess form for a second, flicking intense grief, rage and disappointment but the disappointment was not directed to me but at himself for being oblivious, for being unable to see what existed.
He was disappointed that he couldn’t see this before and pulled away slowly after a prolonged yet deadly silence which lasted seconds but it felt like hours.
"I swear, I love you and you only. I-" I tried to speak but he clenched my jaws and glared at me with intense wrath.
"Wipe your tears." He said in such an authoritative tone that made my very core shiver in dread.
I sniffed and tried to wipe my tears but they continued to flow with any halt.
He grabbed my elbow again and I winced due to the throbbing pain. He roughly wiped my tears and dragged me away with him.
“Lawrence, please. Everything changed after our marriage. It’s not what you think anymore…” And I realized instantly. I shouldn’t have said ‘anymore’
He threw me inside our room and locked it. My throat dried in fear. Never-ending shivers emerge from the soul and travel to my very core, giving me an eerie feeling that brings nothing but despair.
"Pack your stuff and Leave. I don't even want to see your face." My eyes widened in horror as I came close to him.
"Please, Lawrence. I only love you. Okay, I am not denying that I used to like Adrian but now, I only love you. Why can’t you understand that?" I said as the spark of hope glistened in my eyes that he might understand me but to no avail as he said.
He was blinded before fury.
"But the fact remains that you begged him to date you,"
I lowered my gaze in shame. "I did but now I am in love with you and no one else."
"Leave, Evelyn, or else I'll show you my side which you never want to see." He said sternly. A spark of fear gleamed in his eyes. Fear of what?
"I won't leave you!" I said loudly, determined to make him listen.
"Shut up." He hissed as he put his index finger on his lips. My body lost itself in the apprehension of his intense glare.
He moved and took out my suitcase and roughly threw some of my clothes in it.
I held his arms and continued to plead with him to stop this but he was lost in rage and my words were not reaching his ears.
He didn't take any pity or compassion upon me as he took me to the bathroom and washed my face. Meanwhile, my face which is soaking in agonizing tears remains the same.
"You are going back to your parent's home for the time being." He ordered as I hugged him.
"No, I won't. I won’t leave you. You have to listen!" I persisted, refusing to go before clearing my point..
“Evelyn…” He breathed out, swallowing hard as his lips began to quiver with tears shining in his eyes, “Please go.” He begged, trying his best to not cry and I didn’t know how to react.
Why is he forcing me to leave instead of listening?
BeforeI could explore his quivering emotions further, they vanished and were replaced by pure rage.
He wiped my face with a towel and took me out of the room. Unfortunately, we didn't see anyone as he ordered the servant to bring the suitcase.
We both sat in the car as I continued to cry and he took me away...
...... Why?.......