MSL English Version - Stories

Today Christopher Hudson decided to do all his work from home, and not let me go anywhere, even from his room. Before this man was already very protective, and now he is getting more and more uncontrollable.

He looked at me from the corner where he was working on his pile of work, complete with scattered files and also a lit laptop and a cell phone that had been bordering several times since the morning.

"Why look at me like that?" I asked with a frustrated look at him. He made me look more like a prisoner than the helpless girl he was trying to protect. Even so he chose not to answer my question. I sighed deeply then got up from where I was sitting and walked up to him, then sat down on the couch right before him. "Your ex-wife won't shoot me, she's a smart woman and she's also a public figure, just a stupid woman who commits such carelessness." I said.

Christopher Hudson's jaw solidified at a glance, "You're so naïve." He muttered.

I dodged as he stalked me like that, "I think logically, instead of naïve." I replied firmly.

Christopher Hudson's eyebrows raised at a glance, "You forgot that she has great power as a public figure, she also has enough money to pay the assassin. Eliminating you without leaving a trace is not a difficult matter for her." Christopher Hudson said as he looked at me. I saw a flash of horror flashing in his eyes

I shuddered in horror, but then I muttered, "Sh couldn't possibly do it." I muttered softly as I painted myself which suddenly looked at me.

Christopher Hudson closed his laptop, he looked at me deeply, as if to make sure I understood what he was going to say, "She's already done it." He said shortly. A flash of horror, like that brownish light flashed in his eyes, although the expression on his face was quite flat when revealing that astonishing fact.

My eyes were fully rounded, as I swallowed hard. It felt like my throat was suddenly dry, "And she's still roaming free?" I asked naïf.

Christ smiled bitterly, "The culprit was caught but her name remains clean." Christopher replied.

My eyebrows were intertwined. "How are you sure that woman is behind that kind of heinous murder?" I asked tentatively.

Christopher sighed deeply, "I once lived with her." Christ said shortly.

My lips were presumptuous, "Why can you marry such a woman?" I asked.

The man's jaw solidified again at a glance, "All seemed fine when we were in a relationship, until finally the wedding happened. After we stayed together longer, I knew a lot of things I hadn't noticed before from him. Every day I kind of just got to know that woman from the other side, and that's the reason why I divorced her." He replied softly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your past." My regret.

Christopher looked at me deeply, "Come here." He said as he opened her arms, I swallowed hard before finally walking up to him and whining in his arms. My day went dark in just an instant, I shouldn't have found out about Lindsey Mc. Kurtney if I knew the results would be this bad.

"Who is the person she once killed?" I looked at Christ's face as we were so close, not even far away.

Christ returned my gaze, but his eyes turned somber. "Esme." He replied shortly as he was downcast.

I recited the foreign name back, "Esme?" New name again, who is Esme? "Who is she?" I asked curiously.

"My first wife." Christ replied and I gasped, he has two ex-wives? Who would have thought that such a handsome and perfect man failed so many times in marriage? And how could I easily fall into his arms while I was also left astonished by the various new facts I knew about him?

"You also surprised me with various facts about you, as if I didn't know you at all Mr. Hudson." I tried to pull myself out and Christ forced me into my position.

Christ sighed deeply. "What do you want to know?" He asked me.

"It's all about you that I don't know, which may be when it's all revealed someday, my heart will stop beating in shock." I said at length.

Christopher sighed deeply. "I was once married to Esme Craig, before marrying Lindsey. Esme is from Oklahoma. She is a surgeon." He said.

Oh Shit!! All the women close to him were great women, except me. Who am I to deserve to be in his arms like this.

"Four years ago we divorced because Esme left me secretly. " Christopher said. "It's not her fault, it's just that our relationship is indeed not going well." Christ added.

I'm really sorry for this man, "She loves another man?" I asked softly.

Christopher shook his head. "His busy life as a surgeon who had to be on call at home, a job that made her depressed and her kindness was too great that she tied herself to every patient she dealt with. Her heart seemed to be filled with her work and patients, to the point that I felt like there was no room in her heart for our relationship. I was also very busy with my work, considering that our attachment might be limited to sexual intercourse, and that was fine. But it turns out that sex is not everything. Attention, touch, it matters and Esme doesn't get it from me. Maybe at her workplace there was a co-worker who gave her that kind of attention, which she really needed until she chose to end our relationship." Christopher explained at length about the first failure of his marriage. He doesn't blame his partner at all, he himself took part in the blame when explaining his first divorce case and I salute him about it. At least he didn't seem too selfish by blaming only one of the parties while the saying goes, "it's takes two to tanggo."

"And then?" I asked.

"She married David Zoe, my business partner. We both built the hospital where Esme worked from scratch. David and I jointly built that business in the health field, the difference is that I am a businessman while David has a background as a surgeon. He worked as the head of the hospital at the time, while Esme worked under his leadership." Christopher explained.

I swallowed, "They have an affair behind your back?" I asked.

"Maybe they didn't mean to betray me, or I was the one who was less sensitive to my wife's biological needs at the time. I was also insensitive to the situation so the closeness between the two was the usual closeness. The three of us are even close friends." Christ said, oh this man is really pitiful. I tightened my embrace, I hope he wasn't hurt enough after the many things he passed through.

"Can you keep the story going?" I looked at him and he returned my gaze. I saw a lot of dark scars in his gaze. He pecked my lips at a glance.

Christ shook his head, he pinched the tip of my nose, "So pulling my suffering in your eyes?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I just want to know how deep your wound is, and how capable I am to bandage your wound." I whispered.

Christopher smiled, "Smart girl. You're so smart to give an answer." He muttered. " Well, long story short I'm trying to forget my past by busying myself with my work. I ended my business in Oklahoma with David and returned to New York. This is where I met with Lindsey, a year later." He explained.

"And fall in love with her?" I asked quickly. I really couldn't help asking that, about how much love Christ had for his former first wife.

"Interested in." He replied diplomatically.

"Is it not love?" I asked again.

Christopher shook his head, "If I had a fingernail-ended love, maybe I'd fight for Esme and not just give up when she said she could no longer have a relationship with me." It is said.

The conversation between us became heavier and heavier, "You still love Esme?" I asked.

Christ sighed deeply. "I told you what you wanted to know." He didn't answer my question at all.

"You love Esme?" I asked once more.

"I care about her." Christopher replied once more.

"After she left you with another man? Are you still feeling the same?" I asked again ascertaining. As a woman, there is certainly a great curiosity about how a man shows his feelings.

"She lost her husband just a few years after they got married. From then on I sympathized with her, but not love." Christ replied.

I raised my eyebrows, "She abandoned you Mr. Hudson, and you can still empathize with her?"

"Yes." Christ looked speechless afterwards.

"Continue your story." I demanded.

"I married Lindsey six months after we worked together." He continued his story. "And Lindsey found out that I still communicated with Esme quite often, as a friend. After all she was the wife of my late friend, as well as my ex-wife." Christ gave me a white glance.

"Lindsey is jealous of Esme?" I guessed.

"I guessed." Christ replied softly.

Christ's jaw solidified at a glance, he then looked out the window, seeming to want to drive away the uncomfortable feelings as he attempted to explain what happened next. "Esme was found dead in her home from an overdose." He said with a dark look.

"Then why are you sure once Lindsey did it?" I asked tentatively.

"Esme is a woman who values life so much. Day and night he fought to heal the sick, risking her personal time and happiness to save the lives of others. She couldn't be so stupid to end her life just like that. After all, some time before that, some people heard Esme's violent quarrel with a strange woman in her house. That's what the surrounding residents said where she lived. But no one knew who the woman was. Even the CCTV footage at Esme's house was also destroyed, there was no trace until the police closed the case and makes a security guard at the apartment a suspect in Esme's murder and arrests him because he is deemed guilty. The poor man was the last seen talking to Esme and had entered Esme's apartment a few hours before Esme was found dead." Christ explained.

I became more and more curious about the story of the three of them, it felt like I had just watched a scary thriller but so intriguing me, "You came to Esme's house?" I asked. Oh I'm getting dizzy to hear this complicated story.

"At the time of her funeral. That poor woman, I'm really concerned about her." Christ said. Sadness was clearly drawn on his face. I freed myself from his arms and he inched awake then walked in the direction of the drawer. Picked up a paper and thrust it on me. "Lindsey has a self-identity disorder." Christ said, pushing over the results of Lindsey McCourtney's examination.

"Under certain circumstances Lindsey can act like she isn't." Christ said. I read the results of that examination and fell silent.

"I once woke up in the middle of the night in a state of suffocation because Lindsey suddenly smothered me with a pillow." Christ said.

My eyes widened reading the psychiatric expert's recommendation letter. "When did you find out all this?"

"Actually, my suspicions have started since the beginning of the marriage, but it only became clearer when her behavior began to get out of hand." Christ said.

"But you didn't divorce her right away?" I asked.

"I took her to a psychiatrist, I took her to a psychiatric doctor, she underwent therapy, medication and everything. I did everything I could to make her mentally stable."

I put the paper on top of the drawer and it went back to Christ. This man, he actually went through a lot of hardships in his life, who would have thought. Everyone looked at him as a rich, successful man, academic as well as a business practitioner with near-perfect good looks. He was authoritative, patient and generous. There is nothing less than him, but who would have thought that his life has never been easy.

"Esme was found overdosing in her house, and I found the same medicine bottle as the medicine swallowed by Esme in Lindsey's bag. At that time I decided to divorce her." Christ ended his story.

"You gave up?" I asked.

"Lindsey committed a criminal act, obliterating the lives of others." Christ said.

"And you didn't report it?" I urged.

"If I report her, She will probably be imprisoned or put into rehab, and in a cornered situation, she will find a way to end her own life." Christ said. "That way Esme won't live anymore anyway, and Lindsey will lose her chance to heal."

" Is she is still undergoing treatment today?" I asked.

"I heard so." Christ replied indifferently.

"What she did to uncle Bento's tavern . . ." I can't finish my sentence.

"It was Lindsey, but as for uncle Bento's heart attack, it was purely a heart attack."

"Oh. . . . I squeezed my face. It's all because of me."

"I have already asked people to meet your workmates and give them jobs at the company-owned outlet in the city center." Christ said. I gawked at him.

"You did it for me?" I asked softly.

"I'll do anything, everything on my power to save you and people around you." He said promised me, and it made me tear up. There was nothing I could say but such a big expression of gratitude to her, "Thanks." I said with a quivering voice.