Chapter 13

I was awaken by a series of shouts and when I realized who was shouting I hurried out. I saw Mommy crying and hugged by Clarenz and he's also crying.

They're too busy on their own business that they are not able to notice me.

I didn't hear anything from him just whispering and I thought Mommy's doing the same. Relief washed over me when he took Mommy to her room and he mindlessly headed to his room.

I sigh. I've never been a nosy person for they taught us not to interfere in things that we are not affected by.

I'll just wait for him or Mom to tell me.

I head back to my room when I'm already sure that they're not about to fight and shout at each other anymore.

Clarenz never answered Mom once but there's always a first time with everything, like how he shouted at me that he only did once and he never did that again.

I stared at the door of my closet but my eyes narrowed when I saw a shadow that seems like hiding so that no one could even see or notice him.

I silently opened the drawer on my vanity table and picked up the first thing I've touched inside. Who on earth will dare to enter my room at the middle of the night?

I walked slowly to the closet and made sure that my steps are not creating a noise that will let that person know that I have seen him or her.

Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my hand was getting cold when I reached the door of my walk-in closet, from there I carefully searched for the light switch and without further ado I flicked it open.

Only the sound of nocturnal animals could be heard inside the room, my forehead furrowed. How can I hear them when the window is closed? Unless, someone sneaked in through the window.

With that thought, I hurried to the entertainment room and I saw the gentle movement of the curtain swayed by the wind, my chest throbbed as I looked around. From here I can see my bed where I was lying earlier and I can be sure that from there I can see where I stand.

Whoever dares to enter seems to have deliberately let me know that he is here.

I quickly closed the window and locked it. I wearily sat at the sofa. I leaned on its side and breathe deeply before sighing.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my chest and gently massaged it to loosen the fear and nervousness that enveloped my system.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped when I saw a rectangular silver box with a ribbon and on top of the box lies a smaller box that possibly contains accesories and beside the small box is a white venetian butterfly-winged mask.

I hurriedly sat on the floor and put aside the small box and mask and then I opened the silver box, exposing a beautiful white gown.

I lifted it up and looked on it. A gorgeous deep V-neck white sleeveless ball gown with swarovski crystals at the tulle bottom.

It perfectly suited my taste, I opened next the smaller box and I was right, it contains the jewelries.

I now wonder if the one who gave them to me was a woman, if ever she's a she, she was very good at choosing.

A specific yellow paper bag with a brand name Jimmy Choo, caught my attention, when I look at it I saw a shoe box and inside the box is a Fayme strappy heels in ivory satin with white lace.

I put them together on the sofa and stared, whoever the person who gave this to me I am sure he spends a fortune.

After staring at it I put it back in the boxes and only then did I see an envelope. I looked at who the letter was for.

I opened it when I was already sure that it was for me, I could not help but smile as I read the contents of the letter.

Who is this from, he's too sweet.

I waved the letter softly and bit my lip to suppress the smile coming out of it when I imagined that the letter was told to me though it is really for me.

When I was already done fixing the gown, I left the boxes laying on the sofa and I walked to the door, before I went out I looked at the box again then I turned off the light.

I slowly rubbed my eyes after I felt the pain, I closed it afterwards and before I knew I drifted off to sleep and that's the time I felt something soft pressed on my cheeks.

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"You know, you're too martyr" he languidly told me, he was too drunk.

I just laughed at what he said, "Don't compare me to you, those women who you have slept with are almost unknown" he glared at me.

"F * ck you" he spat and lowered down his gaze. "I do not know if I will believe her that I am the child's father" he frustratedly combed his hair and leaned on the couch.

"Why did you spurted inside, first?" others are just listening and alertly watching the gestures and our exchange of words.

We're both like a ticking bomb ready to blow off once triggered.

"I do not remember what happened that day" we all avoided looking at him as his tears flowed, he did not want anyone to see him cry.

Erielle tapped our shoulders, "You two need to be brave because if you continue to be scared and withdraw from the fight, you will gain a lot of regrets"

We exchanged glances and sneered at Erielle.

"Don't be stupid either"

"You stupid"

Our loud and boisterous laugh end the dominating silence at this house.

The house we supposed to live in when we got married, the house she personally designed and the house who screams her name.

I leaned back on the couch and looked up, I played with my lip.

How would she react when she saw this house? Will she be happy and jump out of glee? Will she shower me with her kisses that's full of love?

I was stopped from thinking possibilities when I felt something thrown at me. I bent down to look at it, a handkerchief. Her handkerchief.

"He even took it from his closet and then you just use it to wipe your tears?" Ezriel jokingly mutterd while pointing at Clarenz whose now looking at me with pity.

I laughed bitterly and shook my head, I love and hate this time of the year, as if I am losing myself every time this day comes.

I sniffed her handkerchief then laugh and at the same time sobbed when I smelled her scent and perfume.

Happy 4th anniversary, love, ma princesse. (my princess)