Chapter 2 FORGIVENESS NEW LOVE

I finally got discharged from the hospital a week later. All those seven days at the hospital, Chris tried contacting us, but my mom didn't respond to any of his calls, neither did I. He even sent a text message begging mom to at least give him the location I was being taken to. The nerves! Why does he even want the location, or does he want to finish off what he started? I mean, this man almost sent me to my early grave. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you in, or at least talk sense into him?" My mom said when she got to our gate. "Mom... don't worry.

I'll be fine, okay?" I assured her as I stepped down from the car. "Okay, be good. Don't forget to contact me in case anything happens again" my mom said and I nodded. She looked worried. "Mom... " "I'm sorry, I'm just worried, sweetheart. I love you." My mom chuckled dryly and I smiled. "Bye, I love you too mom" with that I went into the compound. I waited until she drove off before I continued walking. I took a long breath before opening the door. Chris was home. He doesn't work on weekends. He was somewhat startled when he saw me inside. I didn't say a word to him, I just gave him one glare and walked upstairs. For the first time, I wasn't scared of Chris. I wasn't scared of my life. I mean, what's the worst than can happen? An hour later, Chris walked up with a tray of freshly prepared fruits. All my favorite fruits. "Here. You should have these. It's going to help" He said as he pushed the small tray to me then he sat next to me. For a minute, I thought I was dreaming. This has never happened. I blinked my eyes to be sure this was happening. "And why should I accept anything from you, huh?" I finally spoke, my eyes burning with anger. "Because I want you to get better, Aria" he responded softly, and I eyed him from head to toe. "So, is your way of apologizing?" I folded my arms. "Ohhh, please. To hell with it!" I yelled. I struggled to get up from the bed and tried to walk away, but when he tried to touch me, I slapped his hand off my body. "Aria..." he grabbed my arm again. "I know I've been a terrible person, but I am deeply sorry..." he continued. I wasn't even struggling for him to free me from his grip, I just stood there frozen. "I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but at least eat these fruits...it'll help with your healing" he suggested. " Just leave me alone, Chris" I finally freed myself from his grip, then I went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of water. It was getting late already. I was surfing through In*sta*gram when I heard the bedroom door cracked open. I swiftly hid my phone under the pillow and played asleep. Slowly, he crawled to his side of the bed and calmly laid still. He didn't try to touch me or even ask me to please him in whatsoever way. I was stunned. He reached for the blanket and covered my bare body, then he turned around and laid quietly. Did this seven days away from him shape his character, or he's just pretending to be nice to me, or is he trying to play with me and my emotions? I've known Chris for about two years and a few months, but this new character development is what I haven't seen before. My alarm woke me up as usual. It was a Sunday morning. Chris was not in bed, I wondered where he must have gone to. I went downstairs, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the toilet, neither was he in the bathroom nor dinning table. I was panicking. "Why are you even panicking, but I thought you didn't care about this man?" My subconsciousness questioned me. I crazily laughed it off then it dawned to me that he might be in the kitchen, but again, Chris never goes to the kitchen, especially in the morning. I went to the kitchen anyway and surprisingly, there he was, bending over and whisking eggs. "Good morning" Chris greeted with a half smile. "What are you doing?" I asked with a confused frown. "Making breakfast for us" He shrugged. I watched as he flexed his muscles, reached out for the frying pan and set it on fire. "See, I don't know where this is all coming from or what's going on exactly, but I still haven't forgiven you, so stop trying to get on my good side ..." I said as he shrugged. "Okay. I'm making us breakfast, so can you go to the dinning table while you sit and wait for me?" He pleaded kindly, but I rolled my eyes. "No. I'm going back upstairs!" I retorted. "To the dinning table, Aria. This minute! Don't make me lose it! You're sick, and it's my responsibility to take care of you" He ordered. Fear gripped me. I tucked out my middle finger at him before leaving for the dinning table. His pancakes were good, but I make better pancakes, though. He added honey to my tea and asked me if it was enough, like I cared. I just gave him that "whatever" look. After breakfast, he insisted he bathed me. This was another level of torture. I looked away as he washed my body, but those touch from him sent chills down my spine. "Hope our divorce paper is still going" I finally broke the silence. He looked at me, I looked away again. "Yes... I think it should be ready in a few weeks or less than a month, " he finally responded as he washed the soap off me. " I'm glad" I got some water and poured it over my face. "Okay" he muttered. The rest of the bath continued in silence. The next day, he made breakfast for the both of us before leaving for work. These few days have been weird for me. This was so unlike Chris. Whatever character development he claims he's going through right now, I'm not just buying it at all. The rest of the day, I kept applying for jobs online, hoping I would find one. I would rather not return to my dad's company, I couldn't stand seeing the old man. As for dinner, Chris bought food on his way back from work. "I've been applying for jobs online, I just need something to keep myself busy with" I finally broke it to him at dinner. "Is your dad in agreement with this?" He asked. I shook my head negatively. "Why don't you want to reconcile with your dad instead? I mean, why apply for jobs instead of working with your dad?" He asked again. I was quiet. It's been a year plus since my dad and I last spoke. He is the reason I even got married to Chris in the first place, and that broke our relationship. "Aria..." Chris called me, bringing me back to reality. "Mmmh" I mumbled. "I don't think you require a job. If you require something to keep you busy, read books, work out or something," he paused. "Listen to music, watch movies or do art. Just anything" he completed. I glared at him. "Don't tell me what to do, okay?" I warned seriously. " I'm not telling you what to do, Aria" he responded calmly. "I think it's best if you just rest for a while before thinking of working" Chris added. I watched him play with his fork, then I stared at him and back to his food. "Never mind" I mumbled again, then I stretched for a glass of water, gulping everything down.