89-I Still Belong To You
Justin Deluca’s pov
“I have packed your stuff, Ashley.” When I gave her the news, traces of worry were evident on her face but then she shrugged it off.
I asked her to change and come downstairs. Doctors had given her the required go–ahead and now she needed to be out of there.
Out of the mansion. Out of my system. Out of my life.
Most of our journey was done quietly. I sensed several times that she wanted to talk to me. And I pleaded with her mentally not to say anything. Not to make it more difficult by asking for any kind of explanation.
She seemed to hear it. Because after that she started that meaningless chattering that was part of her. I kept listening to her quietly, not knowing when I would be able to hear her voice again.
Or maybe I would never hear it again. So, it was better if I safe those precious moments in my heart and in my memory. There was a point when she silently fell asleep. I stopped the car to a side and looked at the innocent face. While shifting her hair off her forehead, I started crying again but then I controlled it. I could not afford to blow it away.
Once she woke up, I told her about the importance of studying and moving on. I knew she was hurt that I took the decision on her behalf and got her admitted to the university. Trying to be a douchebag, I had to bring up the topic of Marriage contract too.
That was what I feared the most. She seemed shocked, hurt, and in pain. But keeping a brave façade she not only smiled but like a true little warrior she went inside with Mr. Matt.
Leaning to the car, I was trying to make myself believe that whatever I did was for her betterment. But this pain in my chest … It was not understanding my point and wanted to take over my heart.
Then something clicked my mind. My wife was not an ordinary woman. She was intelligent enough to guess that I might be doing it under pressure.
I quickly took out my phone and glued it to my ear.
Damn! I was right! The moment I saw her reflection on my car’s surface and spoke on phone, “Yes, kitten.
I will be there in a few hours. Then we can plan the day ahead.”
That proved to be the last nail in the coffin.
“Yes? Ashley?” I tried to act surprised when I felt her hand on my shoulder.
She did the most unexpected thing. She took off her necklace and returned it to me. My heart contracted in my chest when she asked me to return the watch.
Oh, no, please, Ashley. Please don’t do this, love. I kept chanting it in my head.
“It was a gift from you.” I tried to reason with her. I wanted something near me that could remind me of her.
“I want it back, Justin Deluca!” She got furious. I handed over the watch and asked her,
“That’s all?”
Yeah. I told you t
so proud of her. I
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was my fuc*kin lioness. The moment her hand got imprinted on my cheek, I felt wanted to scoop her up and twist her.
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“Now! That’s all!” She said with a smile and left.
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