Chapter 62: 62. Test results.
I know I said the weather today was warm, and I was telling the truth. But right now I’m feeling a different kind of warmth.
And it’s coming from Duke.
"What were you talking about with Mary?"
He’s asking when he clearly already knows. He wants to hear
say it with my own mouth while facing him. Is this one of what he ant when he talked about being intentional?
"Why did you run off?" I’m sure he knows the reason. My blushing cheeks must be screaming the reason to him right now. "What are you trying to hide from ?"
Since it has co to this, I can only get more embarrassed, nothing more. It’s ti to co clean. No more hiding, no more holding back...
"I love you." I profess.
"Pagne—" He calls my na... Better still, he breathes it out.
"Why do you look so astonished? You already knew that I love you." I say with a soft smile on my lips. Damn I’m really embarrassed to say this to his face. It was a little embarrassing to admit it to Mary, but to him, the subject of my love, it’s five tis the embarrassnt and excitent.
"Duke, I don’t know what you see in
to love , I sincerely don’t. I lack everything a woman could possibly give to you." Compared to Duke, I have nothing. Nothing at all to offer him, yet he says he loves . He doesn’t just say it, he shows it.
"And I know in so sort of way I might seem like an uncertain and unstable woman, but I’ve decided to confess this to you. I am in love with you, Duke Grand... Madly." I say with a laugh.
"As you already know, I’m the kind of person who falls in love quite easily. And you’ve shown
so much love that I just can’t stop myself from falling for you. You might think that I’m confusing gratitude for love, but that’s not true. B_because I’ve been in love before. I know how it is to be in love. And with you, I feel double the way I felt in my previous love life. No, scratch that... triple it."
My hand reaches for his face and he allows
to touch him by bringing his head a little lower to my reach. I lift myself to my tippy toes and place a kiss by the side of his face.
"I love you." I confess the words while still standing on the tip of my toes. "I am in love with you." I affirm it once more.
"And I know we entered this marriage for certain reasons, and we made an oral contract when entering the marriage, but," I take in deep breaths before talking again, "will it be too selfish of
to hope that this b_becos a completely real marriage? I_" I pause and turn my face away from him because I’m feeling so shy right now. The look in his eyes is making
feel embarrassed, "I want to beco a real wife to you and I want to remain that way for a very long ti... T_that is if you’ll have ." I tilt my head to the side and put on a very bright and true smile, "Hmm?"
Before I can say any more words, his hand envelopes , his head buries into my shoulder and I’m lifted off my feet.
"Oh Champagne," He groans into my neck, "you sincerely drive
crazy." He says while hugging
tightly and I wrap my arms around his neck
"What am I supposed to do when you confess to
with such a sweet proposal?" He asks while still holding
tight.
"Say yes." I shrug.
"Of course I’ll say yes. There was never a question." He says as he finally lifts his head from my shoulder and faces .
"The plan has always been to keep you by my side, forever and ever." He confesses. So he knew this was going to happen eventually.
"You have
caught up in the web you wove, right?" I say with a soft laugh and he shakes his head.
"If anyone is caught up in a web, then it’s . I’ve been stuck on you longer than you can imagine." He always says that, but I don’t really understand and honestly, I don’t care as long as he loves
and I do too.
"I love you Duke." I say again and he instantly dives for my lips.
"Stop saying it now." He seems to be begging. "I think I’m discovering another fetish I didn’t know I have." Is he blushing? Oh my gosh.
"Another fetish?" I ask and he nods.
"You have no idea how crazy it’s driving
to hear you say you love
again and again." Oh he’s still crazy... And I love him. I really do.
I want to stay in this bliss forever. I want to remain in his arms forever.
I want things to always be this peaceful with us.
...
Sotis what we wish for is different from what we get. What we pray for is different from the answers we get. We pray for peace and we get a heart-wrenching discovery instead.
It’s been way over two weeks since I’ve started sleeping in Duke’s room. We still haven’t gone all the way, but we’ve been sleeping comfortably together, caressing and kissing at tis but nothing further.
Since I’ve been in this room, not once have I been compelled to go through his bedside drawer. But sohow my search for my glasses on a faithful Monday morning, the first in the month of February, caused
to open the drawer while Duke was in the shower.
And inside it I find a yellow file with a huge logo on it. And I quickly rembered it to be the logo of the hospital I visited with Duke.
I guessed my dical reports were out. I’d totally forgotten about them. And seeing that Duke did not ntion anything about collecting it all this while even though he had it tucked inside a drawer, I was certain it was because he found out that there was sincerely nothing wrong with
and was too shy or proud to admit he was wrong.
With a playful shake of my head and a smile on my face, I opened the file even though I knew I would not be able to read a single thing without my glasses.
But then, funny enough... for so reason, I could suddenly see so words written on the white sheet of paper. They were blurry but I guess it caught my attention because they are words I haven’t heard before.
No one ever understands these dical terms.
But then again, I squinted my eyes as I read so words, "After thorough examination, it was found that the patient had a hysterectomy procedure."
I wondered what a hysterectomy procedure ant. Was it another word for stomach cancer surgery? I wondered...
But I never would have imagined what it actually was.
...
"What?" I feel my hands shaking, my eyes are staring at Duke who just got out of the shower to find
with the file in my hand. I innocently asked him if hysterectomy was another na for stomach cancer surgery b_but what the hell is he telling
right now?
"I_ It’s the removal of—" He pauses I can see him struggling to repeat himself but I need to confirm what he said a mont ago, "S_simply put, It’s the removal of the womb."
Oh dear God, I don’t think I am breathing.
My eyes are getting dizzy, my stomach is starting to feel like my intestines are twisting and turning into knots. I’m feeling nauseated and my knees are getting weak.
"Pagne!" I hear him scream as I sway and he catches . "I_ I didn’t know how to tell you." He says, "I could tell you were not aware of it but, I know how much you love children and—"
"Duke," I say his na, "W_was it because of the cancer?" I ask. When I don’t get a response I look up at him and he’s biting down on his bottom lip, his face is contorted... Oh dear God, please don’t let what I’m thinking be true.
"Duke," I call him again, but he turns his head from
and I can tell he’s angry at sothing, or soone... BUT, "DUKE!! Answer !!!" I scream. "Please," I beg with my hands tightly gripping the sleeve of his robe
"It is true that stomach cancer could sotis lead to hysterectomy but—" he pauses again, gritting his teeth,
"But?"
"The doctors didn’t find any trace of cancer in you."
"O_of course th_they wouldn’t f_find any trace of cancer in . I_ I was cured, right? Right?!"
"Pagne, even though a cancer patient is completely cured, they are still able to detect if a person once had cancer. They found nothing at all. Their diagnosis is that you never had cancer in the first place."
Dear God!
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