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Truth

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"What's in here?" sara muttered watching the half-moon shaped pendant in her hand.

He forgot Max's existence which was already like a fire that was ready to swallow his head completely behind his back. The man's hands clenched. Max is angry to see Sara holding Stephen's hand.

Of course he knew it was a jealous flame. He doesn't like his woman to be in contact with other men. And what makes Max even more angry with the existence of the wife who does not realize anything.

Sara was still silent in her place, not turning her head or talking just to tease the quiet that suddenly approached.

"Dear." Max took the initiative and called his wife. He felt very angry that Sara was not paying attention to him.

Not hearing the call due to being so focused, Sara was shocked as Max's hand pressed firmly against her shoulder.

"You surprised me, Max," he said.

When she turned her head, Sara was again taken aback by Max's extremely frightening expression. He grimaced fearfully.

"Why are you? What's going on?"

Max did not answer. But he pulled Sara roughly into his embrace.

"You touched another man in front of me, Sara!"

That furious growl really made Sara's guts shrink. He was trembling in fear. His ears could catch the roar of Max's hunting breath.

It's possible that the man will kill her now, Sara thought. He grew frightened when Max pulled the rough of his hand with the sharp eyes that had been used to hold Stephen.

However, his fear did not happen. Max kissed her hand and put it in her jacket pocket. Sharply, he glanced at that hand he held. His gaze was intimidating as if he wanted to swallow the wife's hand.

"Get your hand secure if you don't want me to cut it off!"

Sara raised her head to look at those blue eyes that were still sharpening towards her boldly.

"You angry? I won't do it again then."

"I'm jealous."

Sara is scared. The atmosphere there gripped his back, like there were many hands ready to catch and kill. "Jealous?"

"Is your brain starting to get stupid? Of course I'm jealous if you're close to another man. I almost killed him."

Sara has trouble speaking, Max's anger is ignited again and she must not argue with the man. He fled his gaze in the other direction, timidly and clinging fingers, he replied.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Max looked away when the chocolate bead looked at him guiltily, a sweet face filled with a terrified hue because of him.

He breathed a sigh of resignation, Max couldn't possibly hurt his wife anymore just because of his excessive jealousy. He knew that doing so would make him hated. And Max didn't want that to happen.

With a softened look, he cupped the slightly thin cheek and gave a brief kiss on his wife's lips.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be mad at you. I don't like you touching Stephen even pulling his hand. You have to take care of your body and your eyes when you're with or near a man, honey, because I'm a dangerous man."

Sara looked at the blue eyes that were trying to cover up her anger, excited inwardly as Max did not vent his anger on her like the man had done.

Smiling faintly, the woman hugged Max tightly. "You love me so you do that, I understand. I also felt the same way when I saw you with Alana that afternoon. The feeling of wanting to kill or just pulling her hair, I felt that. But I hold back, you don't love me, I think so."

He leaned his head against Max's chest, letting the man dyed his hair lovingly.

"Sorry, dear."

"I've forgiven you because I love you."

Max further tightened his embrace, not allowing Sara just to fix the wind-blown hair. He wanted to hug his wife, not wanting to let go of the item for a second. If you can, Max wants to wrap and put it in his pocket so that no one sees the beautiful face of the wife.

Max is that possessive. Especially when Sara smiled spoiledly and kissed her lips gently. Max feels above the clouds, befriending nirvana above the seventh heaven.

"Don't look at me like that, I can eat you to the point that there's nothing left here."

Again, the beautiful face smiled, and Max again fell in the charm of the wife.

"Sara, don't tease me like that!"

The woman pursed her head, she hit Max's chest. "I didn't do it, you were dreaming."

"You smile, it makes my heart beat."

"I felt it" said Sara, leaning her head against her husband's chest for a while and pulling Max away. "I'm glad you said honesty without hurting me like you did the day I met Kenneth."

Max recalled that day, he was blinded by jealousy and hurt his wife. "Sorry."

"Aren't you going to take me for a walk here?"

"You're gonna be exhausted, honey."

Sara pursed, for a moment she forgot the pendant she wanted to open.

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The reality that slapped her left Sara helpless. He bent his knees and sat helpless.

A very unexpected harsh reality. He was not one to pretend to be strong in order to avoid the look of pity from others.

Now he's not like that anymore. There was a man who gave him a shoulder to lean on, gave him an ear to hear his sigh and who wiped his tears with a smile and strengthened him.

"It's okay to have me here."

Sara shook her head, her tears were non-stop flowing, flooding her white skin and also wetting the bed that housed both of them.

"That's why Peter was never nice to me." Her tears flowed back, soaking up the shirt Max was wearing.

"I'm not his son, Max."

Sara gripped Max's shirt firmly, spilling again a heartbreaking hard stuffing.

The truth that Alara hid left Sara devastated. Peter is not his biological father, but rather a man from his mother's past.

"That's very painful, Max. I thought she was hard on me just for not supporting all the choices in my life, it turns out ..., I'm not her son."

Max hugs his hysterical returning wife. Neither did he expect, Peter and Alara looked like a couple who loved each other and had a child that complemented the happiness. It's not what it looks like.

And the reason Thompson killed Alara was because of a past love story that was not conveyed. And also Alara who did not let him meet her biological child.

Yeah, that's the fact that killed Sara's feelings. Thompson was his real father, as well as the man who had killed his mother. Sara did not accept the reality, she did not accept the fate that seemed to separate them very quickly.

Alara left him because of Thompson, and Peter hated him because of Thompson too. That guy who has snatched away his happiness, but he can't hate that guy, Thompson's reality is his father.

"What should I do, Max? How am I supposed to deal with Peter? I've always hated him, said rudely and defied him."

Kissing the top of his wife's head, Max gently wiped away the tears. He smiled to strengthen his broken heart.

"You just have to be yourself. There's no reason to hate her, she raised you despite the way she mistreated you. He is still a father to you. You feel it, don't you?"

Sara was still hiccupping, not answering or simply refuting Max's words, she was listening and was probably pondering in her heart.

"He may love you, only he shows it in a different way."

"He's always been mean to me, Max."

"But he meets your needs, doesn't he? That's inevitable proof, dear."

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