My husband, Doctor Adrian

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Sorry I rarely update..

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May we all be given health, strength, prosperity by the Lord YME.. Amens..

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LULA'S POV

I blinked my eyes. I felt pain all over my body. I looked around. Very beautiful room. This room is large, predominantly white.

Oh God.. It must have been the kidnapper who brought me here..

I looked at my body. I'm wearing a white oversized shirt, it looks like it's a man's outfit. I shuddered and felt disgusted with my own body. It's like an endless nightmare.

I stood up, stumbling. I don't want my kidnapper to know I'm here. I've been frustrated. I don't have the strength to deal with anyone anymore.

I propped up my hollow body with my two hands resting on a large white dresser. I accidentally stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was shocked to death. The corner of my lips is bleeding, my head is full of bruises. There's a five-centimeter red line on my neck. I was shocked to see the wound and accidentally dropped a glass.

PRAANNNGGG..

The glass broke into small fragments on the floor. I looked at the door worriedly. I didn't want my kidnapper to come here because of the commotion I created.

Whether by reflex or what, I sat on the floor and grabbed the broken glass. I don't care anymore whether the fragments hurt me or not. I don't even feel the pain anymore.

Suddenly the door of the room opened.

"Lula!" yell someone at me.

I looked up the head.

Nathan's?

"What are you doing?!" He looks angry and creepy. I'm down.

He walked towards me, the sound of broken glass being stepped on sounded like a song in my ear. Then he squatted in front of me. His two hands took both of my hands.

"Deliver!" his orders. His puzzling words made me look at both of my hands. That's when I realized. Both of my hands were grasping the broken glass. Fresh blood dripped from my hand. Now Nathan's hand has been exposed to my blood.

I took off my grip so that the shards of the glass spilled out of my hand. That's when I felt sad.

He led me up and sat in the corner of the bed.

"Servant!" Shouted Nathan.

Two uniformed servants came into this room whose door was open.

"Hurry up and clean this up! You, please get me a towel and a P3K!"

The two servants did what Nathan told them.

Wait for.. Isn't this.. The house of the man who kidnapped me? Why did the servant obey Nathan's orders?

"Sit here." Nathan's voice softened. He told me to sit on the side of the bed and I did.

"Sorry.." I said stammeringly.

He scrunched his eyebrows. "You're the one who got hurt but you're the one who's apologizing?" tanyanya slow.

The second waiter returned and handed Nathan a P3K box. After that, he resigned.

"Kok you. Can it be here?" my many.

"Certainly? Where are you going again?" He asked back. Nathan opened the P3K box and started cleaning my wounds.

"I can do it myself." I said while trying to pull my hand. He looked at me sharply, as if angry. Before he opened his mouth, I had already returned my hand to its original position so that he could continue to clean my wound.

I'm flustered. "Before that.. Is this..your house?" my many.

"Whose house is it again?" tanyakanya.

"Then.. What has been.." I glanced at the clothes of the man I was wearing.

"I have a lot of servants, okay? They're the ones who replaced your clothes. There are no women's clothes in this house. So that's all you can wear." she explained.

"Then.. How about.."

"What's? I'm curious about you.. Why were you with that guy last night?" Nathan's gaze turned sharp.

"That guy.." I repeat. It turns out that last night really happened. Has that man been...?

"Yes! Who her? Why she.. Akh.. You won't know what I went through last night."

"Why?" I asked while watching his jaw harden.

"He.. Like psychopaths. Now you have to tell me why last night you could be on that road the same guy like that!"

I also told him everything.

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Nathan can only gawk. Sometimes his face looks angry, not at me, it seems.

"So.. You guys met at the bar?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding.

"So..that guy isn't your girlfriend like he told me?!" tanyanya emotions. I'm shaking.

"Damn it! A little more I would.. He could have lied to me just to get forgiveness! I refrained from not.. Ah already! Forget that! You're obviously here now.."

"You..believe when he says he's my girlfriend? You don't know that I've.." I cannot continue my words. Already married? Almost divorced to be exact. Nathan knows that too.

"Well, I really don't know anything about you, Lula.." he muttered softly until I could barely hear.

Door knocked. A burly, well-dressed man in a suit came in after Nathan let in. The man looks familiar. Looks like he's Nathan's driver and confidant. I often see him in the office.

The man put down a lot of paper bags and came back out.

"This is all. clothes for you. Maybe you need some time to recover, so stay here." Nathan said.

"Ta.. But.. I can't, sir."

"What's? Sir?" Nathan looked upset.

"OK, Nathan. I can't stay here."

"Why?" nathan asked indifferently.

I was just about to say that I was going home to my parents' house, but I knew that I wasn't expected there. I just realized that I have no place to live.

"God.." I touched my forehead which felt dizzy.

"That's it.. You're still sick. So stay here. You can leave when you're better." Nathan said again.

"But.."

Nathan helped me to lie in bed.

"We will rarely meet. You know I'm busy. If you need anything, just call the waiter." Nathan got up and left me.

I'm speechless. I don't know what to do. On the one hand, I have no place to live. I have no clothes, either. But on the other hand, I still have quite a lot of savings. I could just get out of here and get back to renting an apartment. But I feel sorry for Nathan. Should I go? When he offered his help to me?

A waiter knocked on the door. I told him to come in. The waiter brought me some food and some medicine and vitamins. I'm just saying thank you. I am full of the good people in this house. I promise, I won't act stupid like last night.

Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to my parents, to Adrian, to the baby I had never born into this world. I wish them all the best, as I wish for myself.