Chapter 75: Chapter 75
Allesandro
The subsequent part of wedding went in a blur with me trying to initiate a conversation with Edith and she avoiding me like some kind of forbidden fruit. "He is my adopted younger brother Adrian. My father rescued him in a road accident and I treated him back to life." I introduced Adrian to Edith with pride at the same time try to institute a talk to clear the fog of fight between us." Edith ignores me fully and extends her hand towards my younger brother. "Glad to meet you Adrian."
Edith's hostility was killing me. I could endure her anger, cherish her love, suffer her pain but I cannot stand her repugnance for me. I was in a dilemma regarding my opinion to stay tuned to her dad's decision. He did not wish me to share the truth with Edith and now I understood how big a blunder it was that I have committed. I should have told Edith that I was the man who is to marry her.
Allen was frightened Edith would once again run away from home. Over the time she had gone masters in achieving the deed but I seldom doubt she would sneak off again if she knew I was the groom. Edith loves me so much and since the fruition of our relationship she desired me as her husband. The rejection was always from my side but never from hers. Yet today when I saw her expression for me at the aisle I felt a part of me lost my existence.
During my one and half decades of association with Edith, I found love, sometimes pain and at times intense passion for me. But I never saw aversion. Today was the first day that I saw revulsion for me in her eyes and it was my biggest failure. I did not succeed with the love of my life. I shouldn't have listened to Allen. I should have told that I do not support him in hiding the truth from Edith. She deserves to know who she was to marry.
My emotions are often unbounded around Edith. I feel intense love and at times high anger for her stupid actions. To the world which doesn't include her, my feelings are controlled or mostly undisclosed. I'm a stone cold, impassioned business man and a doctor of heart with no heart. But she has the power to bring in me a saint as well as a monster - the wildest sensations in my entity. The slap on her cheek proved me too costly earlier and now also. Hell! Why can't I check on myself when it is something relating to her?
I know Edith's psychology like the back of my hand and I knew once she will see my position beside the priest in the church purgatory is going to break up. My hands go clammy as she walks slowly towards me not with the premarital jitters but for the cold war she would run upon me after reaching home. Honeymoon was the lost option I do not think she would even appreciate my presence beside her. Congratulations Allesandro Jacob Martin on your first defeat in your life. At least now you learn from your failures. Take your own decisions and do not follow others.
The house was decorated with scented candles and roses everywhere. Little did my mom know we were having a fight of the decade? Then she wouldn't have invested so much of her energy in this. I pray God Edith wouldn't go destroying things in the home like she did when she went crazy about Benjamin. No sooner the guests leave Edith ran inside the bedroom.
My head already aches with the exercise I underwent in the name of marriage. My little wife rarely fails to mesmerize me with her stupid stunts and today's was in no way inferior. I had no energy to coodle and feed her running behind with a plate of food. So I made her a glass of milk. If her cribs are less severe I would force an apple too inside her little belly once she finishes her milk but one step at a time. I need to be cautious today in handling her.
Step one starts
"Edith come down and drink your milk." I tell her making myself a drink after preparing for her a cup of hot chocolate milk. There was no response like usual. Fuck! She is in her master's in pulling me to the edge of my patience. I wait for another ten minutes and take the glass of milk to the bedroom.
What I saw got me bolt out of the blue. Half a bottle of Bourbon was emptied and the remaining was laid beside her in the bed. She looks at me and giggles. "I am celebrating my doom's day." She declares in fun raising the bottle in her hands and then suddenly narrows her lips. "My bourbon doesn't have a friend." She tilts the bottle in her hands. "So I'm giving him the company." I walk briskly to her. "Bourbon doesn't need your company." I try to snatch away the bottle from her hands but she was faster than me. She pulls away the bottle from my reach and runs. "Edith" I give her my angry eyes in an attempt to intimidate her. "Give the bottle to me." But it doesn't seem to have an effect on her.
She quickly runs and locks her inside the washroom with the bottle. "Fuck!" I run downstairs to the kitchen where I save all the spare keys of the doors. Hardly that I open the bathroom lock I find her sleeping on the floor with the empty bottle laying beside her. Damn! "Edith, wake up!" I softly tap on her cheek but it was of no use. Her wedding gown was soiled, wet and sticking to her body on the wet floor. A shower was running upon her.
I adjust the temperature of water so that she doesn't feel cold and gently remove the clothing covering her ivory skin. After giving her a bath I dress her in the night wear. Changing myself, I cover us in a blanket pulling her to my chest and close my eyes. In the middle of the night I find her holding her head and groaning in pain. And then she gets up from the bed and pukes her guts out in the toilet bowl while I hold her hair back. The cycle repeats every two hours with no sleep for her and me.
In the morning I come to our bedroom with a glass of lemon water and Tylenol. I find her sitting on the bed holding her head. "Had nice fun with Bourbon?" She scowls and grabs the tray from my hands which had water and pain reliever. I touch her forehead with the back of my palm to check her temperature. Last night her skin was a little warm. But thank heavens, she is now normal. "Get ready, we are leaving to our new house." I tell her. "The pain will subside after an hour."
"I am not going anywhere with you. Your new house is not mine." She swiftly gets up from the bed and places a few papers in front of me. "These are divorce papers. Sign them and both of us can be out of each other's hair." I take the papers into my hand as if reading and tear them to pieces. "I am not going to divorce you not only in this birth but in several future births to come. Now if you finished with your drama have breakfast and come down." I place a plate of pancakes, milk and fruit pieces on the bedside table. "The car is waiting for us."
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I was speaking to the head nurse on the phone who was briefing me about the condition of a patient who I operated yesterday when I hear disturbance from the master bedroom. Edith was trying to carry a huge suitcase. "I will call you within ten minutes Raina." I tell the nurse and disconnect the call abrupt.
"What are you doing?" I try to reach the suitcase from her hands to help her in her effort. "That's none of your business." She replies rough trying to move the trunk. "Watch your tone Edith." I tell her in a caution and take the heavy luggage from her hands. "Isn't this the trunk you bought from your home that contains your dresses?" She stiffens her lips. "I am not staying with you in the same room. Now if you would move out of my way, I would like to place my luggage in the guest bedroom."
"Mother fucking hell...." I mutter looking ahead towards the wall and peer back into her mesmeric forest greens. "Edith I give you two days of time. Get your mind out of the shithole as early as possible which will be the best for you." I pick the suitcase and place it back in the master bedroom. "I will sleep in the guest bedroom. You need not shift your place."
As I was about to walk away from the room but she holds my arm. Closing my eyes I take a heavy breathe to control myself not to kiss her and turn back. Because if I do, she would flip and runaway from me forever. And I cannot stand that. "Do you know how many times I cried and cursed myself for not able to have you as my husband? When you knew the truth, why didn’t you tell me about it? You know that I loved you. Or you wanted to have some fun seeing me cry?"
"That's not the truth Edith. You have misunderstood me." I try to reach her but she took a step back to evade my touch. "I hate you. I loathe your touch and disgust your presence, Allesandro Martin." I exhale a breathe closing my eyes with pain and my hand supposed to reach her falls to my side. "I wanted to tell you the truth but your dad stopped me." I tell her softly suffering the insufferable. My hands go in fists to arrest the affliction.
"Did you love me after asking the permission of my father? Did you touch me with the intimation to my dad? The time is up! And I reject you as my husband, Allesandro." She was hitting me in places no one could even touch me and unfortunately they were truths for which I did not have answers. "Edith, I'm telling you for the last time, do not talk to me like that. You do not know half of the truths."
She ignores my statement. "Be prepared to receive the divorce papers very soon and yes this time if you tear them my action against you will be beyond your imagination."
The past
My tongue flicked out and wet my lips, libido awakened by the sensuality he oozed. Hot. All of a sudden I was inexplicably hot even though the air conditioner was on full in the bedroom. Allesandro's lids lowered, eyes darkening, emotion dancing in his optics now. We stared at each other, and I could see in his tempestuous eyes if he took me at this very minute, it would be fast and hard and...fucking hot.
Taking pre-emptive action, I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands clasped my hips and pulled me onto his lap. His tongue dipped into my mouth, exploring, as we ravaged each other hard, hungrily, thrust for thrust. Lips bitten, tongues tangled, moans absorbed. Yanking up my dress, he freed my legs so I could straddle him, our lips never parting. Hands squeezing my ass, he flexed his hips forward, allowing me to feel his hard erection. Oh god, I wanted him so, so bad. His thoughts must have mirrored mine, because he spared no time in freeing himself from the constraints of his pants and made quick work of shifting my panties and entering me. "Ah," I moaned at the brief pain from his size, closing my eyes and tipping my head back. He attacked my neck, sucking and nipping as he thrust up into my strides. "Harder," he breathed.
"Faster." Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I did as he commanded, reveling in the feel of him swelling inside me. No latex between, just us, hard against soft. The feeling was exquisite, and I felt the wave building at my impending orgasm. Allesandro's breathing grew harsher, more ragged as I rode him, taking all of him, our juices mixing. My legs trembled and my strides accelerated, harder, faster, possessed. This wave was going to be a big one. Vibrations rocked me as the wave rose up in the sea. I surfed on the edge before the wave swallowed me whole and crashed me onto the shore. I shattered around my lover, contracting at my release. Air hissing through his teeth. Allesandro’s gripped my waist and slammed me down onto him, punctuating his last hard thrust with a feral "Damn you, Edith!" He pulsated inside me, flooding me with his latent as he buried his face into my cleavage, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Then we sagged, spent, and stayed that way for… who knows how long.