โchัฮฑtรญng; โบ ๐น๐๐'๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐น ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Walking out towards my Ashton Martin. The wind blowing straight to my face. It feels so cold, goosebumps all over my cold skin. Looking up at the night sky, it's so back and blue. Would it rain? I took long deep breaths and make my way to home.
Home is where my husband is. Today is our 6th Wedding Anniversary. We married years ago. Till this day I still remember the day when he proposed to me. We were staying 5 days in Greece, 5 days in London , 5 days in Spain, 5 days in Switzerland and lastly 5 days at Paris, France. People said that Paris is the most romantic place in the world. You can only find your true love in there, and stay happily ever. Everyday he would buy me lots of gifts , bring me to many museums, restaurants, confess how much he love me. Right, how clichรฉ.
In our last day I woke up scared since he was not there beside me. There was a note saying to prepare myself and when I finish I should follow the other notes he left. After all the waiting and passing time it lead me to the Torre Eiffel.
The time I got out I saw him there, well also something that surprised me. He went on his knees and guess what, "๐๐ค๐จ๐....., ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช.. ๐ ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฉ. ๐๐ค๐ช ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐. ๐๐๐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ ๐ช๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช. ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐จ๐๐, ๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐ฎ, ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐. ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ค๐ข ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ช๐๐. ๐๐ค ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช, ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐. ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ง ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ. ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช. ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐. ๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐ค๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง, ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช. ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ. ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ค....๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ฎ ๐ข๐?" he said.
Finishing his confession of love for me, I froze. I couldn't believe it. My mind was repeating the words will you marry me again and again. I hugged him with all my might and cried out "YES". People who were seeing this were cheering and congratulating us. But all I was thinking was him, soon to be my husband , my love, my fiancรฉ.
Whenever I see or think of my husband it always brings me to the very day he proposed to me, it feels like yesterday. Everything is too unreal, like a dream, a dream in which I hope it doesn't get destroyed.
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All my thoughts went away with the close view of my house. I can't wait to tell him the news and just hug him, thank him for everything. Driving my car inside the big white and grey garage. Stepping outside the floor and walking towards the door leading inside the house.
Once I got inside, I feel like home and the feeling of nervousness can't seem to stop. Well to tell the truth, the day of today gave me a feeling that something bad would happen or it was just the weather giving bad atmosphere. Walking towards the long stairs, each step I get, the more nervous I get. And I think that there are weird noises coming upstairs. Noises in which I don't know if it is illusion or real. The long and narrow hallway that I pass by is attached of all the pictures of us. Pictures of times when we go to a trip, in a ball, in galas, family dinner and many others.
" Mhmm...hahhh"
"Ugh.. ahhhhhhhhh....."
I stopped walking, staying outside in front of my bedroom frozen to the core. I really don't know if there's something wrong with my ears or what. But right know I feel like pushing the door in front of me. The only thing that blocks me of what is happening inside.
I can't move nor feel my foots. They are like glued to the floor forbidding me of walking. I'm so desperate of opening the door. The voices that sounds like moans. Yeah moans, maybe someone is hurt or is it really what I think it is. The other part of me does not want to think of it but I just can't stop it. He loves me, he won't do that, He just.... won't.
Finally having the courage, after debating of going inside or not, I slowly and quietly open the door. My faces pales, all my blood is drain from my face. I think I'm starting to have anxiety. My heart is thumping so loudly that it would explode at any moment.
The first thing I see is not my lovely and darling husband, instead I see a stocking covered with big holes, a sexy black lace thong, a black Victoria's Secret's lace bra with small butterflies design, a strapless mini bodycon burgundy dress and a black open toe ankle strap high heels along with a man's black trouser, a white shirt with buttons , a 3 piece suit and a black shiny derby shoes scattered on the smoke white marble with golden texture floor.
Horrified, is one way of describing of how I was. But also hurt. I mean, I really didn't think that he would do that. Never in my life after all the love he gave me or......was it....... fake. Even after the intense making love of yesterday. We stopped at 4:57 A.M. We even woke up today morning, having a bath together.
But now I just have so many negative thoughts in my head. Thoughts that I want to deny them. And the solution to accept them and finding if it is true is to walk forward and look up.