A marriage full of wounds

chapter 48

“What, did you see that refrigerator guy?” Catherine asked — of Alan's assistants, as the man flashed in Ceo's room.

With a curious face Catherine waited for the man to answer her question, because since then she was looking for the existence of her cold husband, even until now she remains faithful waiting in the room of her husband, because since then she has been looking for the existence of her cold husband, until it was not felt the day began to enter twilight.

Alan's assistant looked surprised when he heard and saw the figure of his young miss still in the company, while his young master had already returned since earlier.

With a puzzled face, Alan's assistant asked — Catherine. “nyonya, still here?” Ask back.

“What, you mean?” katherine sahut with a confused frown.

“Master, been home since morning,” replied Alan's assistant.

“Go home?! Catherine parroted with a shocked look.

The woman looked dazed, she did not expect her husband to die alone here, without informing her.

what is so insignificant about him? the cold man was willing to leave her alone.

"Yes, madam. You go home soon to see, first young mistress," explained Alan's assistant.

Back, Catherine's heart trupped in pain, when she heard the answer, her husband's assistant.

He could have left her because he was worried about the other wife, why he brought her here and willingly left her in a foreign place for him.

"Let me drive you home, ma'am," admonished Alan's assistant, leaving Catherine shocked and aware of her poignant daydream.

"N-no, need to, I can go home alone. You, must have an important job. Better to be busy with work, you," reject it by displaying a full smile — wounds.

"What, you sure?" Alan's assistant said while watching the young lady's disappointed look.

"Yes, I will go home by bus only," said — Catherine, immediately grabbed her small bag in her husband's room.

"Me, pammy!" Catherine exclaimed with a face trying to show a fine face.

Alan's assistant was still weighing the decision of the young lady, who wanted to go home alone. Suddenly a message came in on his phone that was in his grasp.

A message from the young master Abraham, who seemed unconcerned with his wife, came home alone on public transport.

Alan's assistant had no other choice but to reluctantly let his master's second wife go home.

Unbeknownst to Catherine, Alan gave a short message to his master, and told her that the young mistress was waiting for him.

The young master replied to break down the feeling of not having the heart of the flat man, not because he was — wives of his young master, but as a fellow human being, let alone the mistress was a woman, she said, and he remembered his sister.

Alan could only stare at the weak steps of the young mistress, until the wife of his — master disappeared from before him.

"Hopefully, he's fine." That handsome guy is inward.

Without them knowing, since the man who had been watching, Catherine was now hiding behind the wall, she could see the look of sadness on Catherine's — face.

Which also makes his feelings hurt.

"I will never forgive you, Jeffin William Abraham" he said.

"Go, if you can't hold on anymore. And I will greet you with both hands wide open, "he said softly. Since then he was devastated by the hurt feelings experienced by — Catherine. Her girl's roaring cry was able to tear down the steadfast soul of a man. He also shed tears by holding tightness in his chest.

Wanting to get closer, and hugging him, but his current state forces him to only be able to look at — girls of his past.

The man immediately caught up with Catherine, heading for the ground floor. He would not be willing to let the girl of his past, in danger. He would hurt himself if that happened.

………

The face was still clearly painted on her beautiful face. Those beautiful eyes, could only stare blankly ahead with decorated traces of tears.

There is no other way, other than being tough and trying to be indifferent. Trying, burying deeply her feelings of love and love for her husband.

There is nothing to expect anymore, everything will not be possible. "She, it won't be possible to be mine and I'll never get a little crack in her heart" he muttered in a poignant tone.

Along with tired out of the beautiful eyelids until it flows wet the cheeks to the chin.

Catherine immediately wiped away her tears, as the elevator doors would open. He took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.

He got out of the elevator with a friendly smile. The smile that showed itself was fine, even though in his soul it was so fragile and full of wounds.

………………

Catherine now turned her head against the windowpanes of the city bus with a view that circled the city.

As the comforter of her once again wounded heart, Catherine stared at the crowd with a sparkling gaze. He also showed a smile of amazement when he saw the show on the edge of the city. A dance performance performed by street artists in the city.

The beautiful eyelids, enlarged when looking at a gulali snack. Catherine immediately stood up and intended to stop the city bus, but the driver refused, because they had to stop at the right place, the bus stop.

Catherine, too, sat back with a face disappointed with her beautiful lips pursed cute.

The man who had been following her since, smiled beautifully and was so fond of seeing the adorable face of her little girl.

He took the initiative, contacted his men and gave orders to bring his girl, all the gulalis sold by the side of the city road.

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While at the Mansion, Jeffin is now cleaning the frail body of his wife. He does so with tenderness and affection.

He also looked at his wife's face with eyes full of mistakes. Because he had ignored his wife and preferred to spend time with his little wife.

Jeffin, too, tried to return to his attitude of stupid with his little wife.

He promised his wife that he would put his first wife first and ignore his second wife.

"Sorry! If I'm rarely with you, baby," she whispered softly, in a tone of regret.

"I, promise, will spend time with you again" he continued, now cleaning his first wife's face.

Jeffin again treated his first wife with tenderness and affection. Distinct from his behavior to his little wife.

"I, will not turn away again dear, just because of the woman. The woman I just had with me. While you've been living with me for years, sorry!" Reveal it with a guilty look.

"She, just as an outlet and some of the desire, mommy," he said again.

"I will never put my heart to that only stranger in relationships, us,"

"Sorry! Me, do it to him. Trust me, I only did it to him,"

"Only, limited to warmth and nothing more between us. Although, she is my wife now."

"Only, you're the woman I love so much and mean so much in my life, baby,"

Jeffin continued to speak in front of his wife who was lying stiff on the bed, he poured out his regrets guiltily.

Unbeknownst to him, the figure that he considered — foreign women, warmers and overextendants of the mother's wishes, stood frozen in the doorway of the first wife's room.