Different angle

Aron POV

What's wrong with me? Every time I met her gaze, I felt compelled to kiss her forehead. When I'm around her, I always feel like someone else instead of Aaron Finge. I'd never talked so easily with someone before, but I felt at ease and became a chatterbox around her.

Husband?

How could I possibly ask her to introduce me as her spouse to her mother?

I don't believe that marriage and all its associated complexities are real. I'm not even sure what love is. Every relationship is exclusively based on benefits, in my opinion. Men marry because they desire a lady they can own, and women marry because they need their husbands to provide for their families and finances. They broke up with one another when they could no longer meet each other's needs.

I don't understand. What's the point of getting married then?

But hold on, why did I marry Sara? My subconscious questioned me.

I married her only to satisfy my lust. I'm not interested in starting a family with her. I made my point clear.

What made you want to be friends with her, though? Why do you want to engage with her family when you've never shown much interest in a woman before?

I want to meet her mom so that I can ask her about Uncle Joe.

Her thoughts have occupied my mind since I arrived at the office. I was reading the paper in front of me, but her thoughts took up all of my attention. On seeing her in front of me, I became so soft that I completely forgot that she hurt my ego two months ago.

She still didn't consider me her friend. She only thinks I used her as a sex toy. But it's not the reality. It's true that I became dependent on her tight vagina and couldn't find fulfillment elsewhere, but at this point, I don't want to coerce her into having sex with me. I won't approach her unless she permits me to touch her.

Today, it seemed like time was tickling by extremely slowly. I made an effort to focus on my work, but Sara was always on my mind. I can't wait to meet her mother and learn more about Uncle Joe. I turned on my home's security camera and watched Sara's movements.

What's she doing on her mobile?

She smiled on her face as she texted someone. I eagerly peered at the CCTV to see the number, only to find her smartphone screen obscured from my view.

Anyhow, I spent my whole day in the office and left early so that I could meet her mom as soon as possible. When I got home, she was waiting for me to go to the hospital. She also didn't spend as much time getting ready for an evening out as other women did. I find it attractive to her. She wore jeans and a simple T-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She seemed to be incredibly happy to meet her mother. She looked happier than I had ever seen her. She is so lucky that she at least has a mom, but poor me. I'm not interested in meeting my mom right now. I hate her for lying to me. I hate her for her selfishness. I despise her for ruining my life. I thought of my mother and tightly grasped the steering wheel.

"Are you okay, Aron?" Her eyes glowed with anxiety as she glanced at me.

How did she know every emotion I had without even expressing it to her?

"I am all right." I tried to deceive her by keeping a fake smile on my face.

"You seem angry; that's why I asked." She gestured at my whitish knuckles.

"Oh, don't take it too seriously. I was just thinking about one of my clients." Without delay, I loosened my grip on the steering wheel.

"Aron, if you want, you can share it with me." She cast a hopeful glance at me.

Why does she want to share my thoughts?

I can ask her what she thinks of the situation, but I can't tell her about my mom.

"How would you react if a close friend or relative lied to you, Sara?" I stared at her face, trying to decipher her expression.

"That depends on the circumstances, though; occasionally, they deceive us out of need. Perhaps they had no intention of purposefully keeping something from us."

She was correct; in fact, I had never considered things from this angle before.

"How then should I handle them?"

"It is up to us whether we choose to dwell on that pain or whether we must move on with our lives. It is not healthy for us to harbor resentment toward someone because it also wears us down. To relieve the weight of our hearts, we occasionally need to forgive others." I stared into her eyes, wondering how she could make such complex concepts seem straightforward to understand.

However, I find it difficult to forgive my mother. I will never forget the betrayal she committed.

"What should we do, Sara, if we are unable to forgive someone?"

"Then, move on from the painful experience. What should happen, though, if we are unable to forgive or forget?"

"Then just leave things on time." Suddenly, I braked hard in front of the hospital.

She's not wrong. I don't need to focus too much on the past because it wasn't a joyful time in my life. But after speaking with her, I feel lighter.

"How are you, Sara?" I followed her to the hospital reception.

An old woman smiled upon seeing Sara in front of her. Her face is a perfect replica of Sara's.

"Mama, I have missed you so much." She hugged her back.

"Sara, why didn't you inform me of your arrival earlier?" She expressed her dissatisfaction with her.

She told me that her mother wished to meet her, but did she not tell her about her arrival? Was she lying to me? I scrutinized her face to understand why she was lying.

"Are you not pleased to see me here, Mama?"

"Of course, I am happy.

Sara, who is this handsome man? Is this with you?" She gave me a perplexed expression.

"No. I mean, yes." She twiddled her fingers apprehensively, afraid to introduce me to her mother.

After noticing her anxiety, I walked into the room and introduced myself.

"Hello, Aunty. I am Aron Figne, Sara's...." I gazed at her face, curious to see how she responded to my question, as I was unsure of my place in her life. She declined both our friendship and my role as her spouse.