"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　I lift my head from, my back slightly aching for sleeping sitting down. I squinted my eyes as they adjust to the light. I looked at the man laying on a bed, wrapped with bandages on his chest. I sighed in relief, smiling at him. He has been unconscious for three days now, I am glad he has finally woken up.


　　“Keith! Can you please call the doctor? He’s awake!” I stood and yelled out at the door. I turned to him, holding his hand. “How are you feeling?”


　　“In pain,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Are you okay?”


　　“You’re the one who just woke up from a coma and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrow at him. “Do you need anything?”


　　He shook his head ‘no’. “Just sit beside me, I am fine. I’ve handled worse things than this,” he stated. I sat back on the seat I was sitting on earlier. He bit his lip, “Jean, with Alison I—,”


Chapter 46