The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

Chapter 195

I’m on the couch, waiting for Silas to bring me the food his mut prepared for me.

but he kicked me out, saying I needed to rest. I’m not even tired yet I don’t know tried to stay with him in the kitchen,

that.

to convince my stubborn husband of

When I woke up and found Everest in front of me, I thought I was going to die. He was masked, but when I screamed, he panicked and tried to shut me up by placing his hand on my mouth. Since he got close to me, I was able to claw the mask off his face. That was the moment I saw him and knew that he had be one behind the scary messages and threats I had been receiving.

I need to tell Silas everything tonight. I’m certain he is going to be mad at me for not telling him earlier, but better late than never. I didn’t want to worry him at first, but he has to know. He has to know a lot of things, not just about Everest.

When I saw a masked man in my room, I thought I was going to die and the only thought I had in my mind was the people f love with everything in me. I thought about my parents and my siblings. I thought about my best friends. I thought about Aniyah, Naomi, and Don. But most of all, I thought about Silas. If I ever am to die soon, I don’t want to leave this world without him knowing what he truly means to me.

I want him to know that I still love him with everything in my heart. He has to know that I can never stop loving him. He needs to know that I’m proud of everything he has achieved so far and I truly regret leaving him the divorce papers. I love him and I want to be with him. I want to grow old with him just like we planned. I want to make a big family with him.

“Here is your food, cupcake.” My doting husband sets the tray in front of me on the coffee table and takes a seat beside me. Boiled chicken and some soup. This is going to be my food for at least a week, according to the doctor’s instructions.

Silas doesn’t waste time at all. While we were on our way back, he called Naomi to tell her what happened. He asked her to send the family doctor to our home to check on me and make sure I didn’t need constant medical care for the next few days. I tried to convince him that I was fine, but he didn’t listen to me.

The doctor left about thirty minutes ago, and he said the same thing I was told at the hospital. I’m going to spend next week at home because I need to rest. I’m glad about that since Silas is going back to the field in ten days and I want to spend as much time as possible with him.

“Thank you.” I smile at him. I don’t want to smile at him. I want to throw myself in his arms and let him hold me while I hold onto him until our arms go numb. I want to kiss him and apologize for walking away. I want to go back to how we used to be during the first six or seven months of our marriage. I look again at the food and frown when I notice that he’s going to eat the same food. “You don’t have to eat the same food, Silas. Order something tasty.”

He shakes his head and says, “I also need to detox. A little bit of healthy food is actually good for my body.”

But I know that this isn’t just about detoxing. I know that he doesn’t want me to watch him as he eats something delicious while I’m stuck with tasteless food.

Knowing that it’s hard to convince him to do something else, I just nod my head and start eating. There are a lot of things- on my mind, but my main priority now is telling him about the messages.

“Silas, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” I say after finishing the soup. I already feel full. I was really hungry, so to be full after a small bowl of soup is weird for me. Maybe it’s because my stomach isn’t in its best state. I don’t know why, but he tenses for a split second before he quickly recovers when I tell him that. Why did he react like that?

“What is it?” he wonders, trying to act all composed. What the hell is going on?

“Why are you nervous?” I can’t help but ask.

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He stays silent for a moment before saying, “I’m scared that you might tell me you want to go on with the divorce.”

My mouth parts in surprise when he says that, Does he really think I’m going to talk to him about divorce while he’s here doing everything in his power to take good care of me?

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“I’m not.” My voice is weak Um keeping my head down because I’m trying so hard not to cry. It seems like I broke a lot of things between us, and I don’t know how to fix them.

“Rosie, look at me,” Silas softy says, reaching for my hand, but I shake my head. It’s so hard to prevent my tears from falling and right now, I feel too vulnerable and don’t want him to see like that. “Let me look at you, Rosie.” His tone is pleading. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

It takes me a couple of seconds to do so. “I’m sorry.” I took a shaky breath, looking into his brown eyes. “I’m sorry that I made you feel nervous in this marriage.”

Silas frowns, as if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. “God, Rosie,” he mutters, pulling me into his embrace. I wrap my arms around him and let my tears fall. Truthfully, I don’t know what I’m exactly crying about. I’m scared and stressed, and I need him. “Rosie, I need you to talk to me. I want to know what’s going on in that mind of yours because I don’t want to jump to any conclusions.” He rubs my back, and I tighten my hold onto him.

“I don’t know what to say first,” I mumble, looking down as we pull apart.

“Say whatever you want, cupcake. I’m here to listen,” he says, taking my hand in his.

I inhale and close my eyes for a moment. “For the past few days, I have been receiving messages. Some of them were on the phone, while others got left on my windshield. I thought somebody was messing with me and I didn’t want to worry you, but… now that I think about it, I know it was wrong of me to keep this to myself,” I tell him.

“You didn’t want to worry me, so you decided to put yourself in danger? What were you thinking, Rosie?” He looks like he’s disappointed in me. “We tell each other these things, Rosie, don’t we?”

“You have been making good progress and I just… I didn’t want to be the reason for you to get stressed and drink again,” I say, not looking at him. “And I didn’t think that Everest was behind those messages.”

“Do you still have them?” he calmly asks, and I nod.

“I will go get them for you,” I say. As I’m about to get up from my place, he stops me.

“We can check them later, cupcake.” At least he’s still calling me cupcake. He is not that mad at me.

I reach for my phone and unlock it, then hand it to him. “These are the texts he has been sending me. they’re not a lot and as you can see. Some of them are sent to my social media accounts and another one is sent to my WhatsApp.” I watch as he checks my phone, and I know my husband when he’s trying to control his anger. That’s what he’s doing now.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” He sets my phone aside and kisses my temple. I consider this gesture as my chance to lean against him and he doesn’t hesitate to assure me that he’ll always hold me whenever I need him to by wrapping his arms around me. “What else is bothering you, cupcake?” he wonders, pushing my hair away from my face.

“I…” I don’t know how to tell him that I don’t want to proceed with the divorce anymore. I don’t know how to tell him that I’m too in love with him to leave.

“Rosie, it’s me. You can tell me anything,” he says, tightening his embrace around me without hurting me.

“Can you sleep with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to tell him what I really want

can tell him what’s in my heart. to say. Maybe it’s because I’m embarrassed and I’m oblivious as to how I

“Of course, Rosie. I don’t even want to sleep away from you, but I’m giving you the space you asked for,” he replies.

“Thank you,” I whisper, smiling at him and he kisses the tip of my nose.

“And Rosie.” I hum, keeping my eyes on him, waiting to know what he wants to say. “You didn’t make me nervous in our marriage. I ruined a lot of things, so don’t feel guilty for having a valid reaction just because I’m fixing what I ruined in the first place.”

Something about the words he says puts my heart at ease.