Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

“You don’t want to move on. You have enjoyed the pain you get from your old memories.” His words hit me hard this time.

My sudden anger rose to hear him, and I gritted my teeth.

His honest remark somehow touched my heart. I know for a fact that I don’t want to let those memories fade away. Not because I am loving this pain, but because those are the only best memories I had in my life before Bella entered. I am emotionally attached to them, and it’s true that I don’t want to forget that, not today or tomorrow.

I might not cherish them, as they aren’t as sweet as sugar. However, those were the best ones.

My First Man

My First Kiss

My First House

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My First Touch

Every feeling that I felt for the first time, I cannot forget. I hate Sean, but I can’t hate the memories that are connected to him because those were the best ones I had until now.

But how can I tell people what my exact reason is? Because they won’t think things through from my perspective, I prefer not to explain and let them think what they want.

“We are home.” I look around while hearing him.

I can see it’s already a little dark, but it always feels so good to be back home. Home is where I feel peace, and that’s what I feel whenever I am here.

But today is a little different. Today I felt a different happiness reaching back home, and now I just want to run inside as soon as possible.

“Thank you, Ivan,” I said while turning towards him.

“Pleasure is all mine, my lady.” I giggled at hearing from him. This man always has a way of making me smile.

“Are you coming inside?” I asked him while already knowing the answer.

“No, I shall be back by next week, but right now, I have to leave.” He said it with a small smile.

I nodded to him. “OK then, see you soon.” I said with a small smile that I noticed he wanted to say something but was stopping himself. And honestly, I don’t want to hear anything about leaving my past and looking for the future and all that crap, so waving my hand, I walk out of the car and walk towards the house.

I look back when I hear the car speed up towards the main road.

I ran inside the house, walked towards my office, and opened the door, but it wasn’t there.

‘Where did I keep it? Last time it was here only, I thought while biting my lower lip.

I don’t know why, but I have been getting some different feelings since yesterday, and this uneasiness is not going away. Only one thing can give me peace of mind now. And when I am not getting a hold on it, that makes me more miserable.

I started searching like a madwoman while making a mess everywhere, but I cared less about the mess.

I know for a fact that my breathing is getting uneven, but I care less again.

I entered the room and opened the drawer, but it wasn’t there. I ran towards the closet and threw everything out, but I wasn’t getting any glimpse of it.

Tears welled in my eyes, and I dropped my head on the shelf, and a few teardroplets dropped to the floor.

Biting my lips between my teeth, I control my son, but as if nothing is in my control. And a soft sob left my mouth, completely oblivious to my presence in the room.

“Looking for something important, baby doll?” I froze, hearing a voice I despised the most.

“Looking for something important, baby doll?” I froze, hearing a voice I despised the most.

Before I said something or reacted, I heard the voice.

“Mommy”

I shudder, not believing my ears.

What did I just hear? I clutched the shelf tightly, and my body was refusing to react to the voices I was hearing.

Am I assuming or hallucinating?

“Mommy.” I heard the panicked voice of Bella again, and I came out of my panic mode. I looked down, but I couldn’t see her properly. But her small body was clutching my legs as if asking for my protection, and when I looked around, I found there was no light.

‘Did the power cut off?’ I process my thoughts a little.

‘I guess yes. It’s very common here, and Bella must have gotten scared of the darkness. I intently got down, picked her up in my secure arms, and hugged her to give her the protection she was looking for.

“Hey,” I coo while caressing her back lovingly.

“I got scared.” She hummed in my ears, and I tightened my hold on her even more.

“I will let nothing happen to you, my love,” I said, closing my eyes.

I just want to forget everything right now. The only thing I want to remember is her and me and how happy we both are together.

Opening my eyes, looking around the room and shaking my head. Sometimes humans assume anything, I guess.

“Come, let’s get the candles,” I said while walking out of the room again, completely unaware of my presence in the room.

Third Person’s POV

A tall figure was sitting in front of Ms . Martha at the orphanage.

Ms . Martha is a very sweet and merciful lady. She has not harmed even an ant in her life and has lived it with full grace and pride. She has done nothing in her life where she has had to repent or look down.

She is a woman of pride.

This orphanage belonged to a kind couple who built it after their son’s death. They wanted to provide shelter for the kids, which no one wants.

But yesterday Ms . Martha got a call from the owners saying this orphanage has been transferred to someone else as both couples are getting older and they aren’t keeping great health-wise. They wanted this place to be someone’s safe place before anything happened to them, and now the new owner was coming to see how we work.

“How can I help you, sir?” She asked politely about the person whose aura was dripping with dominance and authority.

She was even getting exact vibes for the same thing, but at the end of the day, she has nothing to worry about.

Though her subordinate has already informed him everything, how things work here Nonetheless, he wanted to meet her, especially to talk about something important.

Though Ms. Martha does not like to get involved in any admin work or other things happening in the orphanage . She only takes care of the kids, their wellbeing, and the entire data she has on her tongue.

Perhaps she has no choice today.