CHAPTER 42
After bandaging her wounds, Martha brought something to eat for Amara. The freshly made risotto and pesto pasta seemed as delicious as it sounded.
Martha helped Amara sit on the bed and gently placed the plate on the bed. She told Amara that she had been unconscious for two days.
“What? Two days?” Amara’s eyes widened.
Martha placed a glass of milk and some medicines on the bedside table. Before placing some of the books that Amara usually used to read when she was living here, Martha also put some fresh flowers in her room.
“Yes, you were unconscious when Master De Luca brought you here,” Martha confirmed with a nod of her head.
“Oh…” Amara wondered how bad her condition must be to be unconscious for two days.
Then she recalled the way Rafael was seething at her and called her names.
Amara felt her chest tighten at the thought.
The man he trusted more than anything caused her an immense amount of pain.
She thought he’d be her soulmate, yet he seemed like a man who was self-centered and driven by simple jealousy.
Her hold tightened on the spoon. Abigail intentionally made it seem like they had something going on so that Rafael would hurt her. But that didn’t excuse what Rafael did to her.
Thinking about that just made her heart clench with hurt.
The pain ran deep into her veins and settled into her bones.
She couldn’t help but shudder at the remembrance of his hateful eyes.
Shaking her head, Amara tried not to let it get to her.
She ate in silence deciding to not let it bother her even though it did.
She wanted to voice out her pain, but who would listen? Telling Martha would only worry the poor maid and if she tells Kaelith, god knows what he might do.
When Amara finished the food, Martha took the plates away before tucking Amara into bed and brushing away her hair. “Good night, my child.”
Martha resisted the urge to kiss her forehead as Amara blinked innocently at her. She reminded her of her daughter. She smiled gently and shut the lights before closing the door.
As soon as Martha left, Amara was once again surrounded by her thoughts and unwavering screams of her past.
The haunting stillness cloaked her, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, but her mind lost in a maze of emotions. Sleep eluded her replaced with the reality of her life.
Life she had no control over. Life, she didn’t know how to live.
What could be more painful than watching the reins of her life slipping through her fingers interlacing with someone else’s palms?
The weight of pain, betrayal, and hurt bore down on her, each emotion etching its mark on the blank surface of her soul.
She traced the patterns of grey shades in the ceiling with vacant eyes. What would she do now? She was now a woman without her home, without the man who defined her existence. No job. No money. How long would she seek a home in Kaelith?
The sensations his presence elicited on her were tingling, but what about when he’d become bored of her?
She was a married woman, a used tool. It all sounded hopeful and admiring as long as it was just in words, but Kaelith didn’t mean to spend the rest of his life with her, didn’t he?
The thought brought a bitter taste to her tongue.
She was just a plaything for him. The toy he was attached to.
When he’d get bored, he’d get a new one, and toss her aside.
To rot in dark corners. And would never look back.
Wouldn’t he? She pondered for a long time.
It was just attraction, and nothing more.
Amara flinched at her thoughts suddenly feeling her heart racing wildly.
He didn’t love her. And he would never. And it wasn’t like she loved him either. He was just helping her.
Pitying her. Amara reminded herself. Yes. He was pitying her. Who wouldn’t feel bad for an abandoned pup on the streets?
She was that abandoned pup. No home. No safe place.
Her thoughts became wild, a whirlwind of paranoia and shattered emotions.
A lone tear escaped her eye, slowly following the path of her temple and landing softly at her side. Words rang continuously in her ears, and her throat clogged.
She hoped this pain would go away. The pain of abandonment. The agony of loneliness. She reminded herself again and again. This was temporary. She needed to think something before she ended up hurting herself more.
But what about the bubbling sentiments? How would she control them? Turning on her side as pressed her face into the pillow and cried. For everything. For her memories, for her past, for Rafael, for her marriage….and herself.
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Amara rolled on the other side with a groan. Her whole body was stiff and next was aching.
The curtains were still draped but Amara knew it was already morning by the way the room was brightened. The grey curtains did minimal to block the light.
With another lazy groan, she lifted the blanket off her and opened her eyes with difficulty. She didn’t realize when she fell asleep last night or when she stopped crying, but she suddenly recalled the events of last night.
It took her a while to realize she was in Kaelith’s mansion. The books Martha arranged for her were still placed untouched. Her chest was feeling light after crying and sleeping.
But the void was still there. Not letting it ruin her day, Amara decided to freshen up. Since her wounds were fresh, she refrained from bathing but decided to clean herself with wipes.
Opening the bathroom door, she was met with a large gigantic jacuzzi bathtub.
Black marbled floor and cabinet with pristine white glass decor.
The bathroom was far shinier than her life.
She knew Kaelith was rich, but this much rich enough to afford gold faucets and taps? There was no comparison to his wealth.
She felt like she was walking into a five-star hotel instead of a bathroom.
As she reached the wash basin, her eyes enlarged the moment her gaze landed on her reflection. What was she wearing?