The Woman You Never Love

Chapter 1

ANDREW

"I love you, Andrew..."

I opened my eyes because of the woman in my dream. I sighed and sat on my bed. It's been 3 years since I started dreaming about a woman who kept saying she loved me. But I don't even know who she is.

"Andrew, hon. Are you okay?" I look at the woman beside me. My wife, Charybell.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed.

"You dream about that woman again?" She asked. She grabbed my hands and gently kissed them. I nodded.

"She keeps showing in my dreams, Wife. I don't know why this is happening to me, But every time I hear her saying how much she loves me. My heart is aching as if....I'm losing her. " I confess.

She clenched her right hand in madness, as always.

"Don't mind that woman in your dreams, Hon. As I said, she is the woman who keeps chasing, clinging and seducing you even though she knows that you are already married to me," she paused and held my cheeks.

"Always remember, hon. That woman who said she loves you, Are the woman who killed our unborn child." I felt the madness crowing to my heart again.

Right, the woman who keeps showing up in my dreams. Who keep saying how much she loves me, are the woman who killed our unborn child.

She might sound so sweet in my dreams, but in reality she's an evil woman.

"Your right, let's just go back to sleep, wife." I suggest and lay back in the bed when she suddenly pulls her arms closer to her.

"No, hon. It's already dawn. Let's not go to sleep again." she seductively whispered in my ears and licked it.

"Let's just do something interesting." She kissed my lips and locked me in her arms. I hug her back and close my eyes feeling the warmth she gave as she slowly took my clothes off.

I close my eyes and feel the warmth inside of my wife.

I know that the moment I close my eyes, I will meet the woman in my dreams again. Which is kinda weird, I should imagine my wife, not the woman who killed our unborn child!

"Look at me, hon." My wife commands while slowly thr*sting her self on top of me.

My eyesight is getting blurred. Here I go again, I imagine that woman again instead of my wife. Damn that woman.

I hold my wife's waist and do the move.

"Andrew..." she mumbled my name.

When suddenly my mind showed me the woman in my dreams.

"Rhyme.." I suddenly muttered.

"H-hon?" My wife looked at me worriedly.

I shake my head and lay her in the bed.

"Hon? Are you okay...?" She asked while wearing her clothes.

"Let's just do it someday, Wife." I answered and stood up.

"But why?" Based on her voice, she sounds irritated. I didn't answer her and just went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I look at my self in the mirror.

"Rhyme." I whispered.

Who really are you rhyme? Why do you keep showing up in my dreams? Who really are you in my life? I should be mad at you for killing my unborn child.

"D*mn you woman, You're already dead but why do you keep showing in my head." I punched the wall in irritation. There's a lot of questions in my mind that no one can answer.

knock knock

"Hon, Are you done? I made a breakfast, let's go let's eat. We still have a flight later on." I heard my wife say before leaving again.

I sighed one more time before wearing the clothes my wife prepared and went to the kitchen to eat.

I sat down in front of her and started to eat.

"How long will we stay in the Philippines, hon?"

She asked in the middle of our breakfast.

"Maybe a month or two." I replied and sip some coffee.

Still bitter as always. "You still didn't make the coffee I usually drink, wife." I said and put the cup on the table.

She slowly chewed her food before answering. "W-well..." she didn't finish her words when suddenly my phone rang.

It's an unknown number. I hesitated to answer the call at first but my curiosity got the better of me so I stood up and went to the balcony to answer the unknown caller.

Hello?" I started and put the phone in my ears.

"dada? is that you dada?" My heart pounded when I heard the voice of a little boy.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked.

"Dada! It's me adam! dada I miss you- ate give the phone back!" The little boy shouted.

I'm thinking of hanging up the call when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Adam Rhythm, How many times did I remind you not to call some ramdom numbers and called them your father!?"

"But sister, I'm sure that's my dada!" The little boy fired back.

"One more time, Rhythm. If you do this again I will definitely ground you to not use your phone!"

And then the call suddenly ended. I touch my chess when I feel my heart beating so fast. It's so fast to the point that I feel like I was being chased!

Her voice.... She reminds me of the woman I saw in my dreams.

"Hon?" I look at my wife who is now holding a suitcase.

"Let's go hon, It's already 7. We will be late in the flight." She said and pulled my arms.

We're now inside the plane. My wife as usual puts a headphones in her ears while doing her skin care routine. While me. I was still thinking about the woman who I guess is the sister of the young boy who called me his father earlier.

I wonder why that young boy called me his father.

I smiled when I remembered what the young boy called me.

'Dad'

I feel butterflies in my stomach. My heart is pounding so fast. My mind kept thinking about the word 'Dada'.

Is this how a father feels when there child calls them 'Dada'? It's so good, I wish I could still hear that young boy's voice longer.

Speaking of the young boy... His sister? His sister's voice sounds familiar. Who is she? I can't get her voice out in my mind. Her voice kept echoing in my ears.

I want to see her. To hug her. And to kiss her.

I look at my wife who is still doing her skin care routine.

I shook my head and sighed. I shouldn't be thinking something like this. I already have a wife.

Charybell is my wife! So why do I keep fantasizing the woman in my dreams? D-mn that woman

I looked at my left hand when my wife, charybell touched it.

"Just sleep for a while, hon. You look a bit tired, the flight will last for 7 more hours." My wife gently said and tapped my hands.

I look at her and smile sweetly. How lucky I am to have such a wonderful and caring wife. How I wish she could be pregnant.

She kissed my lips and patted my head. "Go on, sleep." I nodded and laid my head in her shoulder to sleep.

I woke up when I felt someone caress my cheek.

"Andyy, my love." I was lying on his thigh. He smiled at me sweetly. You can feel in his voice how much he loves me.

I can't see his face very well. The strong rays of the sun will almost cover half of his face so that it will be difficult for me to look at his whole face, I can only look at him from my lips to the tip of my nose.

I raised my hands to feel his face. The softness...

He kissed my palm and slowly gave it to his stomach. I looked at him in wonder.

"Do you feel it, Andy? Our son..."

I looked at his stomach, which is not too bulging yet.

"Because of you..." I looked back at him, he was crying. "Because of you the child died in my womb!" He shouted at the same time his face changed. If earlier her appearance was like an angel, even though I could only see her nose up to her nose, now I can see her full appearance.

That blood will surround us. He was crying blood while smiling at me but his eyes were angry and filled with pain when he looked at me.

I want to move, I want to hug him. But the only thing I can do is to drop my tears while I can't move lying on his thigh while watching him cry blood and again and again he blames me for being a dead person while holding my hands in his stomach.

Lady! My chest tightened. I'm short of breath. That I will hurt every drop of blood in his eyes.

"I can't forgive you, Andrew! You killed-

"HON, WAKE UP!!"

When I opened my eyes, my forehead was full of sweat and my body was shaking while my husband was hugging me.

"Hon, you have a nightmare again."

My husband said a lot that I just ignored because I was more focused on my appearance and that woman told me in my dream.

I looked at my watch. July 15. Every fifteenth of July, that girl always gives me nightmares.

What do I owe him so that he disturbs my life even when I sleep, he still doesn't pay attention to me.

"Are you fine, hon? Where now in the Philippines. Should we go out or should we stay here for a month?" My wife asked while wiping the sweat in my forehead.

"No, I'm f-fine... Let's go out, Wife." I said while calming myself down.

She handed me a bottle of water, I accepted it and drank to relax my self to the terrible nightmare I always have.

After I calmed myself down. I stood up and grabbed the suitcase above us while holding my wife's hand in her right hand.

As soon as we got out in the plane. The heat and polluted air immediately greeted us.

"D*rn it! This country still doesn't change, It's still hot and polluted in here!" My wife shouted and walked downstairs and opened the umbrella that the flight attendant gave her.

"Let's go, hon. Maybe we'll get darker in the heat of this country." He wrapped his left arm around my right arm.

My body is already calmed down but my heart keeps pounding so fast. I suddenly felt deja vu. I felt a sudden scared and pain inside me- My mind, heart, and soul.

I look in the sky and feel the hotness it gave in my face. Looks like my life will not be smooth as always in staying on this country.

It's been a few days since we arrived in the Philippines. We are here now inside my company and will meet with the business partner if Emma.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Luveinkin." He extended his hand which I accepted.

"So how's life?" She asked and sat down on the empty chair in front of me.

I sat down and said goodbye, I looked at my wife to see if Charybell looked deeply at Emma. Emma smiled at him but my husband just scolded him. I just shook my head at my husband's cursedness.

"It's fine, especially when my wife is always by my side to help and care for me." I said and looked at my wife who was smiling at me.

I didn't even look at Emma again, the breath she released was heavy.

"Are you really sure...?"

He was thinking of another question that made him frown, I looked at him. Why? Is there something wrong with me?

"What do you mean by that, Emma?" I asked confusingly. Why is it that every time we meet, he asks me like that? Except that the woman in my dream always gives me nightmares, I don't have any other problems.

In fact, my life is good with my husband.

"I guess," she paused and looked at my wife. He looked at my wife for a few seconds. While your husband will not move to stare.

He shook his head and suddenly stood up and patted my shoulder.

"Where are you going, Emma?" I also stood up but Charybell suddenly grabbed my hand and looked at me intently.

"3 years..." I looked at Emma when she suddenly spoke in the middle of her walk towards the door of my office. "You've gotten worse... Andrew." I stopped at what he said. He left my wife and I confused by what he said.

What does he really want to convey lady! Why aren't they straight to the point when talking to me?

We suppose to talk about the company so why the hell she's saying some random questions?

To Be Continued....

Chapter 2

Hon." I turned to Charybell when she suddenly spoke. I took a deep breath and sat next to her again.

"Yes, wife?" I reached the end of her hair and kissed and smelled it.

I wonder why her hair smells different? Surely he changed his shampoo? Her hair smells good but I'm not used to her hair smelling like perfume while her hair smelled like flowers before.

"What if... everything you thought was true turned out not to be?" I stopped what I was doing with her hair because of her strange question.

I look at her eyes. She looks serious. I don't have any ideas on what he is going to say. He's been asking me weird questions for a long time that I can't understand or answer.

"Wife, I don't have any ide-

"Just answer it, Andrew.'

I had not finished what I was going to say when my husband suddenly interrupted. I chuckled and kissed her neck. He really didn't want to answer his questions.

I take several deep breaths and think carefully about her question.

"Even if everything that's true to me was fake...The feeling of love was and still real...The feeling of happiness and joy is real...The feeling of fear of losing someone is real...These feelings are not imagination...They are real...Is it true or not...It doesn't change the fact that I love you"

I answered with pure honesty and love. She looked at me with mixed emotions. Happiness, Sad, Despair and Disappointment.

I started to wonder why every time she gave me those looks in her eyes.

"I like your answer, hon. But that's not the type of question I want to hear, hon." Her voice started to crack. My heart is aching. Why is she always making me feel like this?

After a few minutes of thinking, I finally came up with an answer to her question.

"If everything I know was fake, that would be terrifying and upsetting. It would mean that my memories and experiences aren't real, and that would be a hard truth to face. As much as I don't want to think about it , this question forces me to consider the possibility that my life could be a delusion. But even If all of this, all of the things, memories and feelings that I thought was real. Nothing can change the fact that I don't really care as long as I'm with you. My wife, My life, My home, My everything, My love, Charybell."

He just looked at me in a daze while tears rolled down his eyes. I picked him up and put him on my lap and hugged him tightly. I can feel the wetness of my shoulder. I only felt the moments when I was hugging him. I feel like I will lose him when I let him go.

"You still love her..."

I don't know if what I heard is correct or I just imagined that word. But I guess it's just my imagination because my husband denied that he said anything to me.

After all the dramas. We decided to just go to the mall to wander around and enjoy our vacation first because soon we will both be busy with work.

She works as an actress and a model at the same time. I'm so proud of my wife. Being beautiful, kind, caring, being an actress and a model went hand in hand.

If I were to re-rate my husband, he really is infinity over infinity! He is perfect in everything for me. No one can match him. He stood up just for me. I love him and he is only mine.

"Hon, do you think this dress suits me well? It doesn't seem to fit my body. It's annoying! I'm gaining weight! I'm really f-fasting for the whole week. Why am I gaining weight so fast? I'm getting ugly!"

He complains and looks at his body badly in the body mirror.

I approached his place. I peeked at my face.

I sighed and slowly looked at him in the mirror.

"Wife, sorry to disappoint you. You married an ugly man and you have no taste in fashion."

I said and brought my face closer to his neck. I hugged her back while tears welled up in my eyes.

He raised an eyebrow at me and removed his arm from hugging her. He faced me with surprise.

"Hon, What are you talking about? You are so handsome! And how come you have no taste in fashion? That almost everything you wear every day makes you look like a model!"

He shouted at me and fixed my hair.

I kissed her forehead which tickled her.

"Ahhh is that so. I thought you were starting to say impossible things about yourself so I just imitated you."

I wink at her and kiss her cheeks. That's why I was laughing and teasing him.

I don't want my wife to feel insecure. She's enough. She's perfect just the way she is! And I want her to remember that without me actually saying it. I want her to feel that she's special and enough just the way she is.

"What are you doing!" He hit my shoulder. Shit can't really see my husband at any time. Every time I joke with him, he slaps my shoulder. I heard that hitting on men is the love language of women, so it's even more so if my husband is loved.

A lot of people are looking at us, that's why we decided to buy the clothes he wants right away even though he hasn't been measured yet.

"Excuse me miss, do you accept credit card as a payment?" Charybell asked the cashier. A staff took the clothes that my husband was taking.

"Yes ma'am, What type of credit card do you want to use as a payment?" The cashier asked.

"Credit card." He answered and took out his golden card.

"Andrew!" I just laughed at my husband who looked down on me because I made him pay for his purchases using my own black card.

I am a responsible husband. Of course I will not let my husband use his hard earned money for his luxury if I can afford it.

My wife works really hard not just a wife of mine but also an actress and a model.

"Andrew, how many times did I tell you not to do that!? Let me pay with my own money." My husband is stressing me again.

I shook my head and pulled her waist closer to me.

"Wife, you know I won't do that. I can pay for the things you bought. And if my money is your money too. And your money... Just put it away."

He sighed and tormented me.

"That's why I'm not becoming an independent woman, you're always spoiling me!"

I messed up her hair a little.

"I will spoil you as long as I want. You are my queen, didn't I promise you at the altar that-

I was holding my head when it suddenly hurt.

'I promise you, you will live like a queen. I will never make you a servant because you are my wife, my queen and the mother of my child. Rhyme promise, as long as I can I will give you everything you want.'

"Never mind." That's what I said to my husband when I felt a pan cold in my body. He just hid and when he was done, we quietly left inside the clothing store.

"Hon, Can you wait for me here for a while? I will just go to the restroom." I nodded and leaned my back against the wall.

"Mama, Papa thank you! You are my lab lab!" I turned to a girl who was carrying her father and her husband next to him. They happily walk while eating ice cream. Envious.

What I saw softened my heart. Would my husband and I be the same if our son hadn't died? Ahhh I want to be a father. But I can't force my husband or God if you and your children are not really destined to be together.

But if the time comes when we will be blessed with a child, I will definitely love my wife and our child more than ever and I will never let them suffer.

"Nadelein Rhyme....." suddenly blurted out a name that I don't even know whose and where it belonged to.

"Excuse me." I turned to a boy who approached me.

I smiled and knelt down to match his height. I pat his head gently.

"Yes, baby?" My voice softened when I spoke to him.

I'm not very fond of children but the child in front of me seems different... it's like I just want to talk to him calmly and show him how to be a good person.

"Do you know my sister?" He asked as he looked at me innocently. I frowned because he was the one who approached me suddenly.

"Baby, what do you mean by that?" I exclaimed and tapped his squishy cheeks. I don't have any idea who her sister is.

"He's a famous painter!" He shouted and jumped jaw dropping.

"Baby, I don't even know who you are or your sister's name."

"But po-

"Adamus!" At the same time, we turned to a woman with a white cloth covering her eyes while a maid was supporting her, followed by two other maids and a body guard.

The boy ran towards the woman with a white cloth covering her eyes.

The woman quickly hugged him. "Goodness, Adamus! Are you going to kill me? Didn't I tell you not to let go of my hand?"

"I'm sorry sister rhyme." My chest tightened when I saw the child crying while the woman hugged him.

Damn. Why do I feel like this?

"Hon," I turned behind me when I heard my husband's voice. He quickly came to me and wrapped his arm around me.

"Let's go, hon. I passed by this food restaurant earlier, it's delicious, let's try it!" My husband pulled me somewhere. When I thought of the boy, I turned back to where he was sitting earlier. He is gone. Wasteful.

We are here at my parents' house, visiting.

We supposedly surprised my parents but they found out that we were already here in the Philippines.

"Son, why didn't you say that you went home? When I came home, you came home a week ago. It's a shame." Mama said like a child as she took a bite of her sliced ​​steak.

My husband and I laughed at mom's act. Mama, Papa, Shion who is the youngest brother and Shane who is his twin are happily eating.

"Good son. Are you okay?" We all stopped eating.

I was about to answer my father's question when my husband interrupted.

"Not yet Mr. Luveinkin." My father looked at her seriously.

"What do you mean by that?" My father's voice rose slightly.

"Don't ask me a question if you know the answer." My wife plainfully said and chewed the meat she ate.

Mom and dad shook their heads.

I don't understand what they are saying but I know that this is not the right time to dip or ask questions.

!" I shouted and slightly pushed my older brother to the floor.

I can't stop the emotions I feel. Three years... three years have passed and this brother is still my own.

And that's when I realized that he was the opposite of what I thought. Out of all the people I hate, the one who comes first is my brother.

I used to admire him before. He's responsible, kind and mature. Not until I found out what he has done 3 years ago.

"Shion, what's the problem?" Here he goes again! Acting innocent, playing victim! Out of many people why did this man in front of me, why did this man named Andrew Lewis Luveinkin become my older brother!?

"Problem? You! You're my problem!" When I answered his question with a shout, I was about to punch him in the face.

"you, brother! Sister loved you. She loved you so much, so you're going to do this to her!? Brother, I love you, but I won't tolerate you because of what you're doing to your wife! You even brought the girl there's no point in complaining, nati-" I wasn't about to finish what I was going to say when suddenly someone hit my cheek with a fist.

My father shouted while mommy supported the older brother if he was stupid.

I looked at my arms when someone held them. It's her.

I shook my arm when he was holding me but he didn't pull away and tightened his grip on my arm.

"Follow me, please." She whispered and looked at my brother's side.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I want to hurt this girl too, but mommy raised us to be a woman who didn't hurt me very often. I will follow her and teach my future son.

I respect my mother, my sister and every woman that is important to me.

Even if I am angry with the woman holding my arm, I will not hurt her.

I just followed him when he pulled my arm away from where the parents were if Over Acting.

"So what's now?" I asked and leaned my body in the tree beside me.

He took a deep breath and knelt in front of me. What is the trick?

"Please, Shion. I know you're very angry with me-"

"My brother and you two." When I hit him and crossed my arms.

"To...your brother and I. But please talk, Shion. Don't lead your brother. He still didn't know anything." She shed tears of guilt as she bowed down and begged me.

I squat my legs to match her level. What a shortie.

I looked at him intently and spoke again. "I'm not bossing my brother around. I'm just telling the truth. Three years. He was in the states with you for three years to make him feel better, but what have you done? You did nothing. You're making the situation even worse. my brother."

I weakly said and touched her chin up to look at my eyes closely.

"You don't love my brother. But why are you acting like that? You're not bad with money and power either, so why don't you want to let him go and help him if he returns to your school?"

To Be Continued...

Chapter 3

Next if you ask him. When I couldn't get an answer from him, he even failed if he lowered his chin causing his face to tilt

"Ah I know," I paused when she looked back at me with a tear falling in her eyes yet her eyes can really tell how mad she is.

"You want to turn my brother into a plaything with your desires for laughter-" my face turned when he slapped my cheek hard. I looked back at her and stayed quiet. I can feel how stressed she is.

"You know nothing..." his breathing stopped. Slow but heavy. He's a Hindu sobbing even though his tears keep falling, you can still feel the pain, anger and sadness just by his breathing.

"You know nothing, Shion. Do you think I want to do that, right? Shion, I loved him even though I knew it was wrong. I stopped him from falling for him..." he stopped what he was going to say and just sat on the ground while He hugs his knee.

"But you fail... You fell for my brother." I whispered and sat next to him.

"You know I'm not toxic or a bad person, Shion. Even if I fall for a man, I won't do something stupid just to get the man I love. If I know it's wrong, I won't do it. But it's your brother, Shion. ... I want him to go back to you, Shion. I want him to correct what he did. But every time he mentions my name as if he loves me very much, I can't help but feel angry, sad and happy ." He looked at me while leaning his head on his knee.

I know what he means...

"Shion, it's not just Bell who's lost... I've lost mine too, Shion." His eyes and nose are red. I can feel the pain and weight of his feelings.

That I will be angry with him but I know in myself that I shouldn't blame everything on him because he is also just a victim. He also lost a person who was most important to him other than his life.

"Why are you even doing this?" He suddenly asked her while looking into her eyes. He's a pity.

"Shion, I would like to help Andrew. I am very angry with him, Shion. I know why he is mentioning my name... That he will confess what he did to us... But, Shion. We all like you. Your brother is fine, I can forget what he did to the child in my womb. Shion.... My son died because of him..."

My tears flowed from what he said.

Out of many people involved in what happened 3 years ago, he is the one who will suffer and be hurt the most. He is the most victim and innocent of all.

"I'm sorry..." I bowed as I realized what he wanted to convey... He wanted to help my brother...

But every time my brother mentions his name, he remembers the child in his womb that is gone because of what happened three years ago.

He wants to help my brother but he also wants to torture him to get revenge for the loss of their son...

He was crying quietly while I stayed by his side and felt the weight of his breaths.

I want to comfort him but I know he doesn't want that. He doesn't want to look down on him and even more he doesn't want anyone to feel sorry for his situation.

She built herself in the middle of the worst scenario of her life.

"Wife!"

We turned to my brother at the same time as we ran towards our destination.

"Wife, Are you okay? Shion! What did you do to her!?" That's what he immediately told me when he got close to the girl next to him who was crying.

"T-that's right, Andrew. Let's go home..." she whispered to my brother and leaned her head on his chess.

My older brother just nodded at him while looking at me evilly.

My brother carefully picked it up and they left quietly. He decided to turn to me with tears in his eyes.

"Not now, Shion." She murmured and smiled at me bitterly.

When they finally left, they left me alone here under the tree, deep in thought.

If only I could turn back time, I'm sure this wouldn't have happened. I can't blame him. I can't even hate him. Because he doesn't have a child. That their son and brother are not there. That brother's ala ala is also gone and that brother's real wife is also gone.

I want to punch myself. He is the foremost of all who understand.

forgive us...

Rhyme.

I have a question for you. If Rhyme doesn't have eyes anymore because Andrew thought he was Charybell.. then who? Who do you think gave Andrew the eyes?

For much better understanding. Rhyme acknowledges herself as Charybell so that Andrew's condition does not worsen. Since Andrew thinks Rhyme is Charybell.

Credit to the owner of the picture. By the way, she is the one I think of as NADELEIN RHYME RECORTE

RHYME

When Andrew and I got home, Charybell and I went straight to sleep.

I just woke up from my dream that happened 3 years ago. I knew I could cry so I went to the swimming pool to make some noise.

I sighed and looked at the night sky. And remember how it all started. How I became Charybell. How did my pretending to be Charybell begin?

3 years ago...

The biggest problem that came to my life...

"Charybell...." I said the name of the girl in front of me.

He was wet from the rain, but every tear that flowed from his eyes was still clear.

"What are you doing here, Charybell?" I asked and handed him a towel.

He didn't answer me. He bowed and knelt in front of me and looked at me begging.

"I'm begging you... please be my husband's wife."

I was deaf to what he said to me. What is the trick of his trip?

Charybell is not the type of woman who makes jokes. She's always serious. She loves her husband so much- they love each other. There relationship was always perfect. So what does she f-ckin' mean to be her husband's wife? And they are not divorced.

"I'm begging you, Nadelein. Be my husband's wife. I will give you anything,"

she paused and opened her bag filled with tons of money. This b-tch. Does he think he can buy me with money? Thank you This woman is literally insane! She doesn't look drunk so why are she acting like this!?

I have a lot of cars, bags, hotels, and real estate's. Anything, Nadelien. I have everything! So please be my husband's wife!" I backed away from her sudden shout. She was bursting into tears. Her tears were like lobsters falling from her eyes tirelessly.

"What do you mean by that, Charybell? Why the fuck would I do that?"

I want to cry too. Fuck! Whenever someone really cries in front of me, I will cry too. I'm carried away by emotions, tse!

"I know you know! You know why I'm here! Please, Nadelein! I know we didn't understand each other but please this time.... even if you give me just now.... Nadelein, Sometimes you loved my husband-"

"And that won't happen again." I will follow what he says.

Yes, I once loved Andrew... He is now Charybell's wife... the woman on her knees begging me to be her husband's wife.

"No. That's a lie." He shook his head at what I said.

She's really a stubborn woman. "I saw you-"

And again, I agreed with what he was saying. "When? Week ago? That's a totally accident. I wa-" he spoke in the middle of my explanation.

"I know. I know. But please, be my husband's wife. I don't want to see him cry when I leave. I know if he has moved on. But please. Force yourself to love my wife again.. ." she smiled bitterly at me.

It hurts me every time I see Charybell crying. I hate her. But I'm not the type of woman who hates people.

She still has a space in my heart.

I want to slap you... I know why you're here. I pity you. But I can't accept what you're asking me to talk to-"

"I'm pregnant!" She shouted to my surprise. The tears I wanted to release earlier fell without my permission.

"Please... Nadelien, love my husband again.

I want him to live without feeling the pain of being left behind. He's so good to me. He doesn't deserve to shed tears because of me. Please..."

In the end I agreed to what she wanted... To be her husband's soon to be wife.

"Are you really sure about this, Charybell?" I asked him while looking at his wife who was unconscious and naked because of her drinugs.

What an insane woman she is!

"This is the only choice..." she answered and gently kissed her husband Andrew.

"Honey.... this is me... Charybell... Be good to her okay? I'm still your wife for now,"

He hugged his wife very tightly. His lips almost hurt from trying to hold back a sob.

I can't do anything about it. I know charybell so well..

When he utters a word, that's it. He will not take it back. By the time he makes a decision, it will be straightforward even if it is wrong.

I know how heavy her feelings are right now. She loves her husband so much to the point that for the point of view of everyone, Her husband-Andrew is her drugs.

She loves her husband. She's not toxic, she's kind and mature. She's so perfect that only Andrew can only be her perfect match.

They're both perfect without any flows of imperfections. They argue but they won't sleep without fixing the problems.

But this time.. There bond will be broken.

After a few minutes of her crying, she came to me and gently hugged me and whispered to me.

"Stick to my plan please." I nodded and then she left. She let me and her husband alone in there room.

That dumb woman. She's really selfish. She only wants to own the pain and won't share it with her husband.

This is the reason why I don't want to get married.

Husband and wife should share the pain, problems, happiness, sadness and many more.

Yet that woman-Charybell only wants to share her feelings except the pain, problems and sadness.

She doesn't want her husband to be hurt that's why she does it.

She's scared to leave her husband crying and begging him to come with her. She doesn't want that.

I crawled on top of her husband-Andrew.

"C-Charybell.." he moaned when i entered his hard c-ck inside me. D-mn that woman! He drove his wife so crazy that even when I was pregnant with his wife, he still called her name.

How can he handle the length of his wife? His husband has 3M. Stands for Long, Rooted and Fat penis.

I thrust myself on top of Andrew. I'm not a virgin anymore, but I feel like my k-pay is going to tear when I go out and enter Andrew's 3M.

I love Andrew. But I'm not the type of woman who will be desperate and desperate for a man. I only did this because of that woman's request. Andrew perfect yet selfish wife.

I grind myself to feel Andrew's c-ck inside me. I enjoy it but I can't have a baby. Why? I only hum when I want or want to.

But this? Nope. I just forced myself to do it for charybell's liking.

Suddenly the door opened and charybell came in as if she was not there and gave me a water that was... wait robust stone?

"I was outside a while ago. I can't hear you ung-l. I can only hear my husband ung-l in my name. Here drink this. It has something robust that I like k-"

He didn't finish what he said when I suddenly slapped him and left on top of his wife.

"Don't order me around! I can't do what you're doing. Why don't you tell your wife the truth that m-"

My face is crooked. She slapped me. Not once, twice but three times. He knelt down and cried.

"Do you think you want to get yourself pregnant with my husband!? Damn you! I just don't want to share my husband to anybody. I want him to be mine. But I still plan this to get pregnant you! And when you get pregnant I'm sure my husband will support you! And I'll leave him there-"

"By accusing him of cheating!? Your lady! I know that you are going to be hurt too much and that you love your husband too much! But this is wrong!" I shouted and pointed at his naked wife.

"Because I have to! You will be a complete family and my husband will be happy! He won't think that I left him and he won't feel sorry for me and he won't be sad when I leave!" she fired back while her body was shaking with her teary tired eyes that's turning red.

"Nadelein, you know why I'm doing this... I'm pregnant, Andrew and I will become a family. But I'm going to die... Why is it that our mother's pain is on me!? If I don't just get rid of this disease, I won't let my wife take drugs to fuck you so that you can get pregnant and my wife will have a family and she will be happy instead of sad when I die... we of his son..." he fell to his knees at the explosion of his feelings.

"Sister.. sister rhyme please... impregnate yourself with my husband so that you can be a family and be happy when I die of this disease... sister Rhyme please... sister. ..."

When he moaned while he was clinging to my leg.

I just turned to the window of Andrew's room so I wouldn't look at him. I don't want to cry but my tears are treacherous.

My younger sister was begging in front of me. We can't go together but I love the youngest brother.

Our mother has cancer and she is also pregnant with the youngest sibling. Who also got cancer from my mother.

Just as my mother gave birth to him, he also disappeared from the world. I hate her so much. I believe that Charybell is the reason why my-our mother died. When in fact I knew that the cause of my mother's illness was cancer, but she didn't say anything.

Our father raised us as a single father until he died of a stroke. But I also blamed my brother for my father's death.

For me, he is the most hated person in the world.

But that doesn't change the fact that the woman kneeling in front of me was My beloved and Beautiful sister. Charybell Rhyne Recorte.

"If that's what you really want, I'll give it to you.

But not in this way. Go. Make love with your husband then give me his sperm afterwards. I don't want to have sex with a man who uses another woman's name other than me."

I left her alone with her husband inside there room.

When I closed the door, I sat on the floor and silently cried while listening to the cry of my sister Charybell inside the room.

I started to question a lot. If god really loves us to the point that he sacrifices his life to remove all the sins of the human beings. Then why did he make my sister's life miserable? If it's possible for me?

I'm mama's first child but why didn't I get my mother's disease? Should I thank the god because I didn't take my mom's pain anymore? No. I would never thank him. I was not infected by my mother's illness but my brother was the one who was there to suffer.

What's the point that I didn't get cancer? Ahh.. Is it because I would never feel the pain of being a sick dying person? Bullshit!

I won't be hurt but my brother, yes!

It's more than painful to see her alone if she's a brother who died, please let Andrew be her husband's replacement husband when God takes her to us!

For god's sake! It's killing me! My brother never cried like this. He never begged just to get what he wanted.

He loves Andrew very much, so if his wife gets me pregnant, he will divorce her because of cheating which he planned. And when that time comes. His wife will support me and it will be a happy family and Andrew will be able to forget his brother if Charybell and not pity or cry when he dies.

To Be Continued....