Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 44

After I fixed myself, I roamed around the room first before going out. I saw Atlas in our living room, sitting on the couch while eyeing me. I don't know what to feel. I don't know if I should bid goodbye to him. In the end, I sighed and walked towards the door.

I guess I don't have to bid goodbye. I already said my sentiments. He heard it from me. I know that Atlas is smart and he could understand me. We don't need to repeat everything.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally held the doorknob. I abruptly turned it around but the big hand of Atlas covered mine. I gasped, I didn't even notice that he walked towards me. I faced him with a confused expression.

"I'm going home, Atlas. If you have something to say, say it now," I said.

I raised my gaze at Atlas that I immediately regretted. His eyes are pleading while looking at me. It is bloodshot. He keeps on shaking his head while holding my arms tight. Atlas made it hard for my heart. He hurt me more. But I was astounded when he slowly went down.

Atlas was kneeling in front of me. He is looking at me with his soulful eyes. His eyes that always drowned me into its deepness. Eyes that I have loved. The reason why I continue to get hurt.

"Please, Olive. . . Give me one chance. I'm ready to change everything. I will be good this time. Just don't leave me again."

My heart hurt and my chest tightened. My heart was pounding so hard that it brought me pain. I put my right hand on my chest and tapped it lightly. I gasped to get some air, but everything led to tears.

Why now? Why now that I wanted to start again without him? Am I that hard to love that it took ten years for him to realize that he loves me? Why is it that we always have the wrong timing?

"If you really love me, Atlas, you wouldn't give up on me. You won't beg for me to come back just like that," I said.

They said that action speaks louder than words. Atlas' words were not enough. And if he loves me, he would wait for me. Wait for me to heal my heart and be ready to love him again, like before.

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They said the best healing starts from yourself. Start from accepting your flaws. From reflecting the things that you've done in the past. And from loving and caring for yourself, alone. A new start for myself.

"But, Dad! You said that you will go with me to the hospital," I said, problematic.

"I'm sorry, Hija. We have an emergency at the Senate, so I didn't have the time to inform you. But, I promise next time."

"Miss Olive, delivery."

My thoughts got interrupted by Jenny. I turned to her from the couch where I was seated. She instantly smiled when she reached my place. Her eyes are beaming and teasing. I already knew where the flowers and fruits she's carrying came from.

"Where is he?" I asked. I took off my glasses and put them on the table.

"Outside, Miss. Probably waiting for you," she innocently answered.

"Okay. Please, tell him to wait. I'll just change my clothes," I said. I leaned my back on the couch and sighed heavily.

"Okay."

I looked at Jenny as she walked away from me. The truth is, I'm already done changing clothes. I'm just too lazy to move because my tummy is already quite big. It's exactly seven months in my tummy and I can always feel the kicking inside. Sometimes, I would just smile although the kicks are painful. But, I am happy. I can feel that I want to go out and see the world. I'm like that, too. I can't wait to hold my baby and give my love. I know that it's getting near.