Violet stood up and slowly wandered around the living room. Without much thought, she found herself walking into the dining room. When she saw the familiar table, Violet stopped. Memories started coming back to that fateful day.
That painful night, she felt the pain in her back. She called out to her parents and her brother, but no one came to her aid. In the end, it was her brother who took her, covered in blood, to the hospital.
It had been more than a decade. Violet no longer felt sad about that fateful night. She figured a lot of things happened for a reason and she couldn't blame anyone. Her parents were not home at that time and her brother came home late attending to that girl. As soon as he found out that she had been injured, he wasted no time and took her to the hospital. She should thank her brother, knowing that he loved her a lot.
But she had always kept that person in her heart. She could clearly remember the expression in Greg's eyes, and even his own gift. At that time, she did not understand his love for her, until later when Greg confessed to her. She did not feel too awkward, so she allowed Greg to hold her hand on their way to school. Fast forward to today. She had become his wife and he had become the man that she could depend on, for life. He had become her rock, her mountain and her strong foundation. She knew that she could face everything without fear because she always had Greg by her side.
But how long would this last? He was not by her side now.
Violet blinked as she heard sounds coming from upstairs. How long had she been in the dining room? She couldn't tell.
Violet turned around and walked back to the living room. Seeing Lily coming downstairs,
When her sister ran away from the wedding, Autumn was forced to marry Charles.
His name had been linked to innumerable ladies.
He had different girlfriends for every day of a year.
Autumn had never thought that she would fall in love with him.
o relief.
"No, not really, Auntie," Greg admitted.
"Then I'll make you something to eat. Stay here with you wife," said Lily, then she excused herself and went to the kitchen.
"Okay, Auntie," said Greg, and then looked at Violet.
After Lily and Bill left, only Greg and Violet were left alone in the living room.
Violet turned away and didn't look at Greg.
Greg walked to Violet and sat down and put his arm around her, trying to pull her closer to him.
"What are you doing? Get off me!" Violet resisted strongly. She was still angry at the thought of what happened earlier in the morning.
"Well, I was wrong. I am sorry, okay? My dear wife, I admit that I was wrong. Could you forgive me?" He leaned closer and said it in Violet's ear. Greg's tone was extremely gentle.
"No, you were not wrong. You don't have to apologize to me," said Violet.
"Then, are you still angry? I do know that I was wrong. I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have said something like that. My dear wife, forgive me, please." Greg was as meek as a lamb, begging like a puppy. He had prepared himself at whatever Violet would say to him.