Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

                         Three months: I haven't seen him, I don't know. Where is he? I'm staying in Barnsbury away from his elegant palace. This place is far away from his modern life. I bought this small place with an attached garden from a teenage boy who wanted to leave Barnsbury desperately after the death of his parents. I didn't try to call anyone. Though I miss them all. 

     Uncle and Andria would have been married. I smiled at the thought but it faded with my tears streaming down. 

     I endeavoured to forget him. I couldn't. I saw him in my dreams every night. My brain was trying to comprehend and my heart wasn't ready to accept that he could do this to me when he loved me. Life without him didn't set in. More I tried to ignore him, his memories hit me like a ten-ton truck.

     Sometimes, I saw him ambling into my room, him scooping me up. It felt real. 

     I laughed at the thought. People would call me mad. I missed him, his bossy attitude, his touch, his cologne, our arguments. 

     I chuckled recalling one of our conversations. It was soon replaced with tears. I could never get rid of the ache in my chest. I could feel my heart breaking, crying for him every second of my life. I was shattered beyond repair. 

      He should not say he loves me when he was sleeping with her behind my back. It was indescribable pain and I felt I had to suffer alone. He must be happy with her, his wife now perhaps. They must have declared me dead if they could. 

      I couldn't eat and drink properly. I had lost some weight. I stayed indoors, staring out of the window. Sometimes, I spent the entire day in bed, just staring out, waiting for this ache to go in my chest. It was getting worse with every passing day. 

      I didn't talk to local villagers. They must be curious about me but I wasn't feeling like the person I used to be. First love is last love. I don't believe this. And it's not particularly true but In my life it was true. My husband is my first love. And last too. 

      All I want to do is hide away and wallow in my misery. This brought some peace for a little time. But I found myself in a night of deep sleep after crying my eyes out. 

      I missed my uncle, Aerial, my mother and I missed him like hell. Every time I stared at my sorrowful eyes. there was nothing but pain. 

      I destroyed my phone, sold my car. So he couldn't find me. Aerial couldn't find me. 

      I sighed slowly as I grabbed the basket of fresh vegetables and headed in. The refrigerator was full of them. Every day I forced myself to take care of the garden of the old couple. I hardly cooked and ate. I hated to go out of my cage as people never forgot to stare at me, try to make conversation, try to get to know me. All I wanted to do is stay alone. 

       Everything seemed like a nightmare. I didn't have any friends. I was all alone. I couldn't stay like this, crying over him. I needed to get out of this village soon. 

      When I would be certain that I could face him. I'd return to my home, my business. He wouldn't be part of me or my life. I was scared of melting for him. 

       ' Just a few days! I'd be ready. ' I told this to myself every day. 

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EDWARD 'S POV

              I strode forward. My pace was slow. I was careful not to make any noise. I didn't want to startle her. I came here daily and watched my wife. She thought. I couldn't find her. I am the king. 

      I didn't know. Why did she leave me when I confessed my love for her. I had spent days like a shit. Those were the days when I didn't know where she was. Marcus called me that day when her phone was switched off. She was crying. I checked the CCTV footage. She came home. She heard us. Did she think Elisa was carrying my child? 

       I muttered curses under my breath. She didn't try to know the truth. She believed what she saw. She didn't trust me. Had she decided to end us? 

       I was furious at her. I saw her in tears, her puffy eyes. It faded. She didn't trust me. I was okay with that. She would one day. I still remember her taste, her soft lips. I could feel every touch of her tender skin. I fisted my hand. My patience had worn off. I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't want to come here every day and stared at her until she decided to pace in the house. I want her with me. 

      I raked my eyes down from her face to her slender body. She had lost weight. Only Marcus knew and his wife knew where she was. It was hard to persuade her pregnant friend. But she heard. My wife wanted time. I was willingly ready to give what she wanted. But not anymore. She would come with me. 

     I shoved my hands in my pockets. It felt hard but she needed to face this. She needed to know she didn't see the truth that day. She couldn't assume things. I inhaled a long sigh and strode forward. I was going to take her back.