Chapter 11
Elodre has been having issues with her sights since the evening Cayden slapped her. Her eyes were sore and extremely swollen. Sitting in front of the mirror, she watched in tears how bleak and sick she looked. She was now looking unhealthy and thin. Her eyes were slightly closed due to how puffy they were.
And Raiden never stopped inquiring about what happened to her eyes. Adding salt to her injury, he kept crying, asking after Weston. He kept calling him dada and that hurt so bad. She'd tried to reach Weston but he wasn't taking her calls.
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It was Saturday night already yet her husband had not returned home. Where did he go? Elodre wondered, still shocked at all he'd said to her. His hurtful remarks replayed in her head and she burst out crying.
Until that Thursday evening, her husband had never laid his hands on her. He'd been sweet and pampered her a lot. She never believed he could change drastically. He'd never gotten so mad at her.
Oh, God, what has she turned him to?
"Momma," Raiden's tender voice vibrated her eardrums and she quickly tried to wipe off her tears but the kid held her hand and that surprised her.
She feigned a smile but he didn't smile back. He looked worried too.
"Momma, why are you crying?" His bulky blue eyes were gleaming with innocence and panic.
Gazing at him, she was overwhelmed by his looks. Initially, she thought Cayden was gazing at her before Weston. He was an adorable innocent replica of them both. He'd grow up to be a charming guy. She just hopes she stays alive to see him.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she blinked and she carefully wiped them off with her hand, avoiding her eye region.
"Mamma ain't crying." She kissed his soft tiny lips. "I just poured water into my eyes…"
"Then why have you got booboo in your eyes…"
Elodre laughed. That's his way of saying her eyes were puffed.
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No! She wasn't gonna cry for him! Jigyasa mumbled as she got out of a cab and walked down her street. Facing downwards she tried to stifle the cry as tears slid down her cheek and she brushed it off with her sleeve. She never looked up till she got to her apartment.
Why does his absence hurt so much? Weston is her dream guy. She doesn't think she can do anything without him. Ever since he became part of her life things changed positively. Unlike her friends, she wasn't after his wealth. She loved him genuinely. Before now she was the last person she ever imagined him with. He was a popular billionaire that every lady dreamed of.
She just hoped she'd not ruin things 'cause God knows the superfluous classy ladies that were fighting to get his attention.
"Oh, Weston…" She sobbed his name. Inserting the key, her hand trembled and it fell off to the tiled floor.
But as she bent to pick it up she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder–the one that sent chills down her spine and she flinched.
Who was it??
Holding her breath, she turned and to her greatest astonishment, he was here standing and looking down at her with a cute smile that crushed her bones.
"Wes…Weston?" She was way too shocked, her heart was slamming against her chest.
He quickly picked up the key and instead of giving it to her, he slipped it into his cardigan pocket and then took her trembling hands.
She looked away from him, her lips tight as she fought hard to hold back the burning tears that had welled up in her eyes, blinding her. Thank God she had her scarf around her head. He won't see the lump.
Looking down at her, he could imagine how she was feeling right now. He tried to pull her close but she struggled with him.
"My love?" He tried to raise her chin with his palm but she refused. "Look at me, baby."
God! His voice!! She just couldn't stand his soft side. He was wholesome and…
"Look at me, diamond," He gently lifted her chin so that she looked up at him and he was stroked by how tears coated her lashes. "Oh, my God! Baby? Jeez!! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry my love. Ha…have you been crying?"
At once the tears rolled freely down her cheeks and he gasped, pulling her closer until she finally rested her face against his chest. Full of regrets and remorse he cuddled her so hard, resting his chin on her head as he stroked her back.
"I'm so sorry, my diamond," He pressed a kiss on her head. "Sorry, I yelled at you like that…and said all those hurtful things to you."
He wanted to raise her face so that she looked at him but she jerked. Alarmed, he said, "Hey, baby, what's wrong? Di…did I hurt you?"
Yes, he did! She leaned closer to him, tightening her arms around him as she absorbed the pain, burying her head in his cardigan. He'd pressed the lump with his strong fingers and it hurt so badly.
He couldn't look at her because she was facing downward and trembling in his arms. "Baby?" He raised a brow. "Are you okay?"
She was shaking so hard, so he lifted her in his arms and she covered her face. "What's that, baby? What's wrong? What are you hiding from me? He asked but she ignored him.
He took her to his car and gently put her in. When he got in the car he gazed at her for a while, wondering what was wrong.
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Once they got to the garage the scenario that took place on Thursday evening began to recast in her head. She glanced at him and noticed he was gazing down intensely at her as though he was reading her mind.
He noticed the fright that flashed in her eyes when she looked at him. Once she looked away he quickly caught her jaw in his palm and she recoiled. He seemed to be studying her face so she made an attempt to cover her face but he caught both of her wrists in one hand.