Chapter 66 The Only Sun
ALYSSA’S POV:-
I understand now. There was nothing, and no one else left for me except for Vince. He was all I had left as my life source.
The world outside the gates of our estate had ceased to exist.
I don’t want this world, I don’t want anything else in this world but my Vince.
After that night at my father's house, after Ken’s negligence, his mother’s cruelty, the door had been slammed on my soul for the last time– something inside me had finally stilled.
The desperate need to be understood, to be forgiven, to be someone’s something had died.
I did not have to be anything else but Vince’s wife. I was simply… Vince’s.
“What?” Vince raised his brows though his eyes were on his phone as he had started a new series while I was staring at him with pure mesmerization.
“You are a hero, you know? My hero.” I smiled, my chin resting on my palm, refusing to part my eyes from him.
“Hmm? Really? I doubt that.” He smirked, munching on some biscuits, completely engrossed in the scene.
“I was redeeming a long lost mistake before. And now? I am merely fulfilling my duties as a husband. What’s so heroic about it?”
“Everything.” I replied honestly, my smile widening.
He spared a glance at me, chuckling melodically and shook his head, opening his one arm to me and I snuggled instantly.
“What are you watching?”
“It is a romantic comedy.”
“You like that genre?”
“Mhm. It’s my favorite.” He smiled and started explaining the storyline and characters to me but I was too busy admiring his handsome face from up close.
Though it was my genre but in his arms, I found it intriguing too as we watched the episode together.
Later that night, I was in the kitchen, humming to myself while carefully plating the dinner I had spent three hours preparing.
I didn't let the staff help. I wanted my fingerprints on everything he touched, wanted him to taste my gratitude in every bite.
I wore a midnight colored dress he bought for me saying ‘You will look absolutely divine in this, Alyssa, trust me.’
And the diamond bracelet on my wrist caught the light, reminding me of the price he paid to keep me. He had done so much for me, anything I do or say, nothing would be enough.
When I heard the front door open, my heart did a strange, fluttering jump from felicity. It was beyond admiration, more like a relief of a survivor seeing her rescuer return.
"Vince? Welcome home!" I beamed, stopping right in front of him with a bright grin.
He was looking weary but blinked to hide that stress instantly and his face glowed. But, honestly, the shadows under his eyes had grown darker lately.
My Vince was exhausted.
A permanent stain of the work he did to shield me. Every time I saw that, a wave of guilt and adoration washed over me. He was carrying my weight. He was breaking so I could be whole.
"You're home," I whispered, wrapping my hand around his waist, hugging him. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
“What a lovely greeting.” He smirked, holding my chin, “Exactly what I needed.”
Finding all my comfort in his space, I kept him locked in my arms before pulling back and taking his office bag.
My hands sliding up his chest to loosen his tie. He was still but amused, his breath hitching as I focused on the task with a quiet, intense devotion.
"I told you not to wait up, Alyssa," he murmured, but his hands found my waist, gripping me as if he were afraid I might vanish.
"How could I not?" I looked up at him, my eyes shining with a frighteningly clear resolve. "You are everything I have, Vince.”
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his chest to listen to his steady drumming of his heart for my content.
“My family, my friends… they’re all gone. There is no world out there for me. There is only one here, you."
He hummed, placing his hand on my shoulder to encase me in a side hug, right next to where I belong and took a sniff in the air.
“Smells delicious. Did you cook it?”
“Yes. I made it for you.”
"Thank you, My Dear. But, you don't have to do this, you know. We have cooks." he chuckled nervously, planting another kiss on my head, his voice sounding strangled with hesitation and praise.
He tried to pull me up, but I stayed where I was, my forehead resting against his knee for a fleeting second.
"I want to," I replied, looking up at him innocently, "I want to be the wife you deserve. I want to be the peace you come home to.”
“If the world is going to be cruel to you because you're protecting me, then let me be the one who heals you, I offer all my devotion to you, my savior."
His sapphire gaze went wide, a blended fusion of pride and… agony? For what? I had no idea but before I could contemplate the expression, he professionally concealed it.
"You're… you’re too good for me, you know." he let out a weak whisper.
"No," I corrected him, pressing my palm to his cheek.
I leaned in, my lips brushing his, tasting the faint scent of scotch and the salt of my own haunting devotion existing only for him.
"You’re too good for me. You are far more than I prayed for. You entered my life when I gave up on myself.”
I pressed my lips on his, drowning in the beautiful sensation where his presence had granted me all the glee and peace I could ever require.
“And now? I am never leaving you again, I am yours until I stop breathing, Vince. Do you understand? You can’t ever lose me, because I won’t let you." I ordered with fake dominance.
“Yes, Madam, as you wish. This man had also sworn to protect you.” He laughed, brushing his nose against mine, creating a heartwarming moment between us.
“Great. Now, go and freshen up. I will serve dinner.”
He came after freshening up, I led him to the table, serving him with a quiet grace.
I watched him eat, my chin resting on my hand, my gaze never wavering from his face. I didn't need a career, my father's approval. I didn't even need the truth.
I only needed the man who had stood between me and the abyss.
As the candlelight flickered between us, I made a silent vow.
Whatever darkness was chasing him, whatever business gave him nightmares, I would eradicate it for him.
He was my only Sun after all…