Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

‘But you guys are nothing more than a husband-wife on paper, or maybe a fuck-buddy.’ My subconscious counter question

‘Do you have any feelings for him?’ Again, one side of my subconscious asked me

‘Maybe yes. I do like him, or let us say a little more than liking.’ I replied subconsciously.

‘You were always alone in your childhood; you were alone in your teenage years; you were all alone when you entered your youth. So just because getting small affection from anyone makes you feel like you are in love?’ My subconscious mocked me.

I came out of a rift. I was battling with both sides of my heart, hearing his melodic voice.

“Hey, he says, looking at me.

I try to speak, but my throat is too dry for my liking, and I need to grease it up with something.

I open my mouth, pressing hard to say something, but no word comes out.

I guess he understood my problem, and with no delay, he took the glass from the side table, and next I saw the glass rim on my lips.

After taking a few small sips and nodding at him, I was done, so he took the glass back and kept it in his place.

‘I am fine.’ My voice comes out groggy and low, but audible enough to understand.

A smile broke on his glorious lips, and again, it made my heart melt like ice.

“You scare me, Sarah.’ He spoke, shaking his head and looking down as if avoiding my eyes.

‘Is he crying?’ I thought, looking deeply into his face.

He looked up, and, to my relief, he was not.

“Well, Mr Hudson, that was not a plan, but I guess destiny had his ways of spoiling your plan.” I giggle and try to lighten up the environment.

“Nothing can come between my plans, not even destiny.” He replied cockily. But determination and honesty were visible in his eyes.

“What happened?” Ignoring his cocky smirk, I asked to change the subject.

He tightened his hold on my hand and closed his eyes. It shows how difficult it is for him to talk about this incident.

“Once we finished the dancing, we handed down the podium, but before we got down, the chandelier fell on people.” I gasped at hearing this.

I remember my cry. People cry.

“To the grace of God, we are both almost out of the area where the chandelier fell, but still, the corner of the chandelier fell on your shoulder.” Hearing this, I suddenly felt pain in my shoulder.

See how the mentality works? I was all fine a few minutes ago, but the moment I got to know, my shoulder was injured. I am feeling unbearable pain. I wanted to laugh at this.

I looked at my side, and the left side of my shoulder had some bandage-I think plaster-on it.

“So, I got a fracture?” I asked the matter of fact.

He nodded in agreement, and I nodded back.

“Is there someone else also injured in this accident?” I know people were crying, and many people were there on the stage apart from us.

“It was a massive accident, Sarah; seven people are dead and nineteen are injured, of which four are still serious.” He was looking guilty.

“Mrs Pereira was one of them.” He says this, still looking down.

And then I remembered I had heard Mrs Pereira’s voice, or, let us say, cried. Cry in pain and fear of losing Mrs Pereira.

Who thought they were celebrating their last moments together while dancing?

A tear dropped from my eyes. I cleaned it before Sean saw it.

“Hey, it is not your fault,” I said, getting up a little and going close to him.

“It is my fault. It was my event. I would have been more careful.” He shakes his head disappointedly.

“No, it is not. Moreover, it was an accident. It is not your fault. It can happen anywhere with anyone.” I try to convince him. I know it will not help, but I still want to try.

“So many people have lost their loved ones. And me? I was about to lose you.” He justified himself.

I look at him with sore emotion.

I am feeling bad.

I want to help him through, but I know I cannot.

“Did you find out how this happened?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Cops are talking to the event organizers.” Moreover, my people have already started digging into this matter, so hopefully we shall find something soon.” He murmured.

I nod my head. Well, I am feeling bad for him. How long must he fight the battle of guilt all alone?

“Oh, my darling, how are you?” I look up to hearing this.

And I saw Elina or let us say, Mrs . Elina Matt Williams.

I almost rolled my eyes when she entered my room, following my dear father.

“Oh, my darling, look at you.” He gives me pity, looking at my shoulder.

“I am fine, Mrs . Williams.” I replied, short and sweet.

I do not know why, but I have hated her to the core. Maybe because she has taken my mother’s place. However, I do not get the right vibe from her.

“Oh, shut up. Stop this formality and call me Mom.” I raise my eyebrow at her audacity. First, she is saying shut up to me, and second, she wants me to call her mom.

Like really?

What does she think of herself?

Enough is enough. Now she is getting off my nerves, or I can say I have lasted already.

“Did not my father tell you I lost my mother long ago? Or, to be precise, I was the reason for her death because I am a cursed child. Oh, do you also have a death wish, hence you asking me to call you mother?” I asked her, patting my lashes.

I looked at Sean and my father from my peripheral view. Sean was controlling his smile by popping his cheeks inside his mouth, and my dad was looking embarrassed, which clinched his jaw.

‘Well, dear father, I hope you are enjoying the medicine you have been giving me for ages.’ I thought, smirking.

“This is how you talk to your mother?’ Finally, my dear father opens his mouth.

“Before she becomes my mother, I need to have a father, I said. I looked here and there dramatically, looked back at him, and said, “I do not see one.” I completed my sentence with a hateful smile on my face.

“Sarah,” I heard his full voice say.

“Oh, I am glad to know you still remember my name.” I nodded in an appreciative way.

“Did I say there is no need to go see this ungrateful girl?” He looked at Elliana and spoke hatefully.

“Oh, my-my, well, sadly, I have your blood in my vein if I am not wrong, and I guess I have ungratefulness in my jeans,” I said, smiling sadly.

“Do you still want to get more humiliated because I do not want it?” My father says, looking at Elliana.

“Honey, relax,” she said, patting my father’s chest. ‘She is just a child.” She again spoke with a sugar coat in her voice.

Gosh, why is this lady so pristine about staying here? Can she not follow my dad’s words? Go away, lady. I thought, gritting my teeth in frustration, and I guess Sean felt it.

“I can see you guys have forgotten the reason you have come to the hospital. However, if you have done enough damage, then you may leave, as she needs rest.” Sean spoke without looking at them, taking my blanket, keeping it back on my chest, and dismissing them as royalty.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Gosh, did I ever say I wanted to join his fan club and cheer him on while standing in the front row?

I just want to jump on him right now. I giggled at my thought, and the three of them looked at me.

Ops, did I make so much noise for them to hear?

“I guess I should sleep for some time, and I would request that you also go home and sleep for a bit.” I said, looking at Sean, who was looking at me with no emotion.

“Oh of course, dear. You should rest as much as possible. We will see you soon,” Elliana said, and I nodded with a small smile.