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"Mr. Salvatore," I address him tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I will go to 'MY' home," I assert, a subtle defiance lingering in my words as I meet Salvatore's gaze with determination.
A pause ensues, tension hanging in the air, before Salvatore's voice breaks it. "My home?" he questions, his tone laced with confusion and a hint of hurt.
On a day like today, when I utter those words, I feel a pang of guilt clawing at my insides. I cast my gaze downward, a sad smile tugging at my lips as I grapple with the conflicting emotions swirling within me.
In the serene tranquility of our honeymoon in Bali, Salvatore serves breakfast with a tender touch, his gestures imbued with the warmth of his love. Wrapped in each other's embrace, we find solace in sleep, waking up entwined in each other's arms.
Despite Salvatore's reputation for romance in our married life, the reality of sharing a space with him after just a day of marriage is daunting. "I don't mean that I hate living in the same house with you," I begin, my words tinged with regret as I nervously rub the back of my neck. "But I'm not mentally prepared to live with someone," I confess, my apology hanging heavy in the air.
As I gaze out onto the balcony, a wave of unexpected emotion washes over me. I didn't expect to see that face again, yet here I am, grappling with the repercussions of my decisions.
Yet, despite it all, Salvatore listens to me, his understanding and patience shining through. In the end, I find solace in his willingness to heed my concerns.
"I'm not going to break my promise to live a perfect married life together. It's just... it would be better to give me some time to adjust," I explain softly, closing the distance between us as I approach Salvatore.
His expression shifts, a mix of seriousness and underlying sadness evident in his eyes as he listens to my words.
"I see," he responds, his tone equally serious as he processes my request.
I'm taken aback by his reaction, but then he surprises me with a small smile, though a hint of sadness lingers in his eyes, coloring his cheeks with a soft pink hue. "I already said it, Bella. I won't force things that you wouldn't want. If my wife wants that, go ahead. But stay with me for the weekend in 'our home'," he suggests gently, his gaze locked on mine as he speaks.
As he looks down at me, his unwavering gaze meets mine, and in that moment, I realize that despite his initial seriousness, Salvatore has once again yielded to my wishes.
And so, we embark on the weekend as husband and wife, Salvatore quietly accepting what feels like defeat, yet also demonstrating his unwavering love and understanding.
Despite the lingering storm in his gaze, Salvatore stands with an imposing presence, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he leans against his car, his scar shimmering under the soft illumination of the night.
"Hurry back," I murmur, my hand gesturing for him to depart.
In a sudden twist, he brings a hand to his lips, his intense gaze fixed on mine, sending shivers down my spine. Confusion clouds my mind as I try to decipher his intentions, but the intensity of his stare leaves me breathless. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, he blows a playful kiss, accompanied by a wink that ignites a fire within me.
His audacious move catches me off guard, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. As he stands there, radiating a magnetic allure, I can't help but feel an electric connection pulsating between us, drawing me closer despite the storm brewing within.
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Marriage Instead of Death
RomanceIt's comedy, And I was an actor in a comedy play. "I can't come down until the play is over," I say in my wedding gown. she whispers, "I chose Marriage instead of death." It only requires 3 years of endurance, she reminded herself, clutching her wed...
