Chapter 8 A Wife's Bold Confession
( SARA'S POV )
Iam lying on the bed, but sleep is nowhere near my eyes. I try to close them, yet my eyelids feel heavy and wet. Silent tears slip from the corners of my eyes and soak into the pillow. Inside my heart, there is a strange restlessness that refuses to calm down, no matter how hard I try.
I keep turning from side to side. Sometimes on my back, sometimes on my side, sometimes facing the other way, as if it isn’t my body that is restless, but my heart. I don’t know why, but seeing Mr. Wilson and Diana didn’t feel good at all. I keep questioning myself why? Why should it matter to me? She is his fiancée… and yet, my heart refuses to accept it.
What unsettles me the most is the thought that Diana is in his room right now. Are they together? Are they laughing, talking, or sitting close to each other? These thoughts keep circling in my mind again and again, as if they have stubbornly taken control of my thoughts.
My chest feels heavy. Even breathing starts to feel difficult.
Suddenly, I sit up on the bed. I hold my face in both hands and start taking deep breaths, trying to steady myself. But the more I try to control my emotions, the more they seem to slip out of my grasp.
Finally, I get off the bed.
As my feet touch the floor, I feel a chill, but the heat and restlessness inside me don’t fade. Without thinking any further, I open the door of my room and step outside. The corridor is completely silent. Only the soft sound of my footsteps echoes around me.
I walk straight and stop in front of Mr. Wilson’s room.
Standing there, my heart begins to pound violently. For a few moments, I just stand frozen. My hand lifts into the air, then stops midway. My mind tells me to go back, but my heart refuses to listen.
Gathering all my courage, I knock on the door.
The sound of the knock feels unusually loud to my own ears.
Within moments, the door opens.
And Diana is standing right in front of me.
Anger is clearly visible on her face.
She suddenly shouts angrily, “Why have you come here? Don’t you have any shame? Standing outside someone’s room so late at night!”
Her voice is so loud that I start trembling badly. My mind goes completely blank. I don’t understand what to say or how to explain myself. My lips move, but no sound comes out. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest.
Just then, Mr. Wilson arrives there.
He pulls Diana aside sharply and says angrily, “What kind of manners is this? Is this the way you talk?”
Diana is about to say something, but Mr. Wilson interrupts her even more harshly, “Shut up! Leave from here right now.”
There is so much authority in his voice that Diana falls silent for a moment. Then she glares at me angrily, as if everything is my fault. Hatred and jealousy are clearly visible in her eyes. Without saying anything, she storms off from there. The sharp sound of her heels echoes through the corridor until she disappears from sight.
I keep looking at Mr. Wilson with frightened eyes. My body is still trembling slightly. He looks at me and asks in a softer voice, “What happened?”
I just keep staring at him. I don’t even know what I’m feeling. My heart feels heavy, and my breathing is uneven, as if it’s getting stuck.
With trembling lips, I say softly, “I… I’m feeling anxious. Maybe I’m not feeling well.”
He immediately steps closer and places his hand on my forehead. His touch feels cool and protective.
“Should I call the doctor?” he asks.
I quickly shake my head in refusal, “No… call later.”
After saying that, I don’t stay there even for another second. I suddenly turn around and almost run away from there. I don’t understand what I’m saying or what I’m doing. My feet just keep moving on their own.
I run straight into the garden.
A cool breeze is blowing there. I stand still for a few moments, trying to steady my breathing. Then my eyes fall on the pool in front of me. The moonlight is shimmering on the surface of the water. As the water moves slightly, the reflection of the moon trembles too, just like my heart.
I take a deep breath, as if trying to calm the storm inside me.
Then suddenly, I feel something. I turn around and I freeze in shock.
Diana is standing right there.
Her face is turning red with rage, fire burning in her eyes. She strides toward me with fast, angry steps and points a finger at me, shouting, “You… you girl! Tell me right now, who are you?”
Her voice pierces my ears.
“Tell me!” she yells again.
“Or I’ll kill you!”
My heart jolts violently. For a moment, my breath gets stuck in my chest. She comes right up to my face and snarls, “Why? Why does Michael give you so much importance? Ever since I arrived, I’ve seen care for you in his eyes. Tell me… who are you?”
There’s a crazed look in her eyes, as if she’s capable of crossing any limit.
“Tell me the truth, or I’ll kill you right now,” she threatens again.
I panic; my legs tremble slightly. My heart tells me to step back, to stay quiet.
But I don’t know why suddenly, a different fire ignites inside me.
Her threats, her arrogance, I straighten up. I look straight into her eyes.
Then, without fear, I step slowly closer to her, so close that even she freezes for a moment. My voice no longer shakes. It turns deep, calm, and firm.
I emphasize every single word as I say, “I… am… his… wife.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, time seems to stop.
Diana’s eyes widen in shock. Her lips remain slightly parted. The color drains from her face within seconds. She stares at me.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!