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POV Igor Durand
"How is she?" my best friend asks worriedly”
“badly, he doesn’t want to eat and since they took our daughter’s body, he doesn’t say a word to anyone” I comment in a rush, feeling my heart sinking”
“It’s not easy for her, friend, for either of them, but little by little she’s coming to terms with it, even if she won’t forget it” he advises, somewhat sadly”
“She asked me to choose our daughter and I didn’t do it, I feel like a monster” I confess softly in a painful voice and the guilt eats away at me with each passing day”
“We can't blame you for this, Igor, choosing between the woman you love and your daughter, it's not easy, any way you would feel that way,” my friend said as he looked at me “Nothing they say will ease this pain that I caused it, I know that if it were the other way around, being with my daughter and having lost my wife, I would be feeling the same way... Even though I made that choice, I don't want her to think that I didn't care about our daughter or that I didn't love her, damn, that child was everything I wanted, the fruit of our love... I wanted to have a child and when I discovered the pregnancy I was very happy, it was a dream come true, I loved her every second while she was in my wife's womb...
“Becca is just too shaken, Igor, but she loves you and won’t blame you for this” I hear Eloísa say as she approaches the corridor where we were”
“Did they talk to her?” I ask, hoping that maybe the two would make my wife a little distracted.”
“yes, she talked to us a little” Lara murmurs a little sadly”
I nodded with a smile without showing my teeth and sighed deeply, I left and went towards the room where Becca was... I opened the door and found her lying down looking at nothing with her sadness very evident, I slowly approached her bed. ..I adjust myself carefully on the edge of the bed and caress her face, her body shivers with my touch and she doesn't back down...
“I love you, my queen” I whisper so that only she hears and I kiss her cheek” She doesn't say anything and I can hear a soft sniffle coming from her, even though her silence is killing me, I don't question her, I just watch her sleep and presence... I hear a knock on the door and I move away a little, when I look ahead I find mine with a tray in hand...
“I brought her some soup, it’s hot and I made it the way she likes it,” Emília said quietly, walking towards where we were with a weak smile”
“Princess, you can’t go without eating anything, you need to eat, you’re very weak” Peter approaches his sister with a sad look “Please, sister...” his eyes fill with tears”
Becca shifted her gaze between me and her family, taking a long sigh, I could tell that the way her brother spoke to her affected her...
“I'll take care of her,” I say seriously, going over to Emília and taking the tray from her hands” I walked back to the edge of the bed and carefully placed the tray in her lap, Becca looked at me briefly before looking away from mine. ..I feel like I've been stabbed in the chest, she's ignoring me like that, her looks aren't the same, they're lifeless and without any kind of emotion...I pick up the spoon and serve some of the soup, I bring the cutlery nearby from her mouth and I beg with my eyes that she doesn't refuse the food, she's so weak and weakened, she can't go without eating... Her lips open briefly, accepting the soup's invitation, making me give a slight smile of relief, and so I take the spoon to her mouth.......After almost 1 week in the hospital, Becca will be discharged today, she is still recovering but she is well enough to go home...It was even a request for her to leave the hospital, according to my wife, she doesn't want to stay there anymore...Her parents and the girls were always by her side, trying to clear her mind and help her try to cheer herself up during those difficult days...I was with her every day, even though I felt that she was not so comfortable with my presence, I have spoken little to each other during these days... It hurts to see her like that and I feel desperate with her contempt, even though I am not so explicit, I feel like she blames me for my choice...Oliver has been an incredible friend, as always, he was by my side and always comforted me saying it was a phase and that it would pass, and most importantly, he insisted on saying that she continued to love me...I left early before she was discharged and went to the mall to buy some things, Lara and Oliver came with me, they were going to buy some personalized balloons. I bought a bouquet, her favorite roses, along with a bear large writing "I love you" and some chocolates, everything came in a decorated basket...When I entered the room I found my in-laws and brother-in-law talking to my wife, who was already dressed up, beautiful as always...Her face is still pale and with some injuries on her forehead, she lost a little weight during those days in the hospital.
“good morning, my queen,” I say affectionately, approaching her and kissing her lips in a long peck “I brought it for you...
"good morning! Thank you, they are beautiful” she said with a sideways smile and looked at the flowers”
"Everything is fine love? Do you feel anything?” I question worriedly, resting my hand on her waist, hugging her sideways.”
“yes, I’m fine, just a little pain in my body but that’s because the wounds are healing” he grimaced and took a long sigh”
"good morning!" the girls said in unison entering the room with some decorated balloons.”
“hi girls” she gives a weak smile going to hug her friends and hold the balloons “Thank you for everything...
“We will always be with you, Becca” Eloísa says kissing her friend's cheek” ...I park the car in front of the mansion and go around to open the passenger door, I carefully pick Becca up on my lap and carry her as I go inside our house...I go up the stairs with her in my arms and I feel her head touch my chest, her sweet and wonderful smell permeates my mind...I open the bedroom door carefully and approach the bed, depositing my wife's body on the mattress, making her as comfortable as possible... I adjust the duvet over her body and move away to turn on the air conditioning, then I go to the windows, closing the curtains so she can rest...
“Are you hungry, love? I can prepare something for you” I ask worriedly, sitting on the edge of the bed”
“no, I’m not hungry,” she said softly and I noticed her intense gaze on me “Lay here with me...I immediately opened my eyes, surprised that she asked for that, I thought she was angry with me...I lay down next to her. her side and covered my body with the duvet, I rested my elbow on the mattress and watched her face... I feel my eyes burning and I can't control a tear running down my cheeks, it hurts to look at her and know that I was the reason for her pain, just as it hurts to know that I gave up on my daughter's life... Her eyes shine with some accumulated tears, but she doesn't allow herself to cry, then I feel her soft and small hand touch my face, wiping away my tears...
“Don’t cry, love,” she said with a broken voice and leaned in, bringing our faces close together “I’m sorry for not paying attention to you these days, I confess that I was upset that they didn’t keep their promise, but I can’t blame you for something that wasn’t It was your fault...” I feel your fingers playing with my freshly shaved beard.”
“regardless of the choice I made, between you and our daughter, I would always take the blame for having made the decision I made, dear,” I say sadly”
“it was the fault of those unfortunates of my false parents, they were the ones who did this, took our daughter’s life,” he said with resentment, his voice wavering “The only thing I ask of you is revenge, make them suffer in the same proportion as we are suffering, even if you torture them, it will never be enough to alleviate the pain we are feeling, but what they did cannot be left unpunished, it was too cruel” he adds with eyes full of tears”
“I guarantee you that they will suffer, I will torture them day and night, I will make them both wish for death and not be able to die” I prophesy with a frightening and cold tone of voice” She nodded giving a weak smile and her hand held the back of my head. pulling her closer, her lips seeking mine... I sigh softly when I feel her mouth on mine, the taste of her lips makes me intoxicated, I missed her so much... I lean my body over her carefully, kissing her again. She feels voluptuous, her hands slide over my body, entering my t-shirt and scratching my back... I move my lips away from her only to go down to her neck, she closes her eyes while I give light hickeys to that sensitive area...
“I love you” she moans in my ear, her hand sliding down my chest.”
“I love you too, my queen” I declare, and I take my hands to her hair, I bring her back to me, brushing my lips against hers” I open my mouth only to suck her plump lips from below, feeling” her shudder with anticipation. Without waiting any longer, I put my tongue in her mouth asking for passage and she gave in... I deepened the wet and exciting kiss, making her moan softly beneath me, damn, I can't get enough of kissing those plump lips that I love so much...
“Baby...” she murmurs in a low growl against my mouth” and “I... I need to breathe, darling... I pull away, a little upset at having stopped the kiss, I look at Becca below me, seeing her with her lips. swollen and red in search of air.
I smile, kissing her forehead and I lie down next to her, pulling her close to me, I wrap my arms around her waist, caressing her body...