Chapter 33

I hugged my mom and cried on her shoulders.

"My god! What happened to you?!" My mom asked hysterically.

She releases me from the hug and holds both my shoulders.

She looks angry.

"Who made you cry? Does your husband hurt you?!" She accused.

I shake my head as the answer of no. I couldn't talk because I already broke down before her and cried hard.

I can't stop myself from crying.

It's cumbersome.

It really hurt.

Why is living so hurtful?

Why do we need to experience pain before happiness?

"Let's come inside,"

I sense danger in her voice.

She let me sit on the couch and noticed the burn on my hand.

"What is this?! Does he give you a hellish life? Tell me!" She shakes my shoulder for me to speak.

I am just shaking my head.

I'm trying really hard.

I am crying because of a lot of reasons. One is because I want him to be here, and I miss him already. I want to see my husband. I feel safe in his arms.

“Tell me! Did he scourge to you, huh?! Tell me the truth, Shielyn!” My mom threatened me. I shake my head really hard.

I am just shaking my head in response.

“And these?! Why do you have sear in your hands?” She checked the sear in my hands, and I fling because it hurts.

The way the cause of the coffee; when I split it, the half was divided on my hand, and it was smoking hot.

She gets her phone and starts dialing; I hear the dialing tone.

“He is not answering!'' My mom is damn furious.

“Let me go to his company!” She shirked. I just shake my head at her trying to tell her that it's not my husband. I held my mom's hands and begged.

She will indeed create scandalous if I don't stop her.

“I will teach him a lesson for hurting you. Where is my gun.”

My heart throbs in nervousness when she mentions it.

“N-not hi-him!” I stammered, and my voice was shaking.

“What the hell is happening here!? Why are you shouting, honey?” My father came down the stairs.

“Get my gun, hon. I'll just shoot someone in the head for hurting our daughter!”

I am still holding my mom's hand.

I shake my head at my father, trying to send the message.

Why are they always accusing my husband? He is out of here.

My father sat beside me.

“Honey, calm down,” My father said to my mom.

“My daughter,” my mom hugged me and cried on my shoulder.

This scene may be dramatic.

“Who made you cry, huh? Tell me,” my mom caresses my back, and her voice becomes gentle. She is still hugging me, and we are both crying.

My father caresses my back too.

“I’ll just get you a water princess. You hiccups because of crying too much,” my father told me.

I am started to feel a shortness of breath. My chest is tightening, I can't speak or open my mouth, and I feel weak. I couldn’t breathe. It's suffocating me. I push my mom a little bit for me to live and inhale air.

I drink the water that my father gave me.

“My daughter, this is my first time seeing you are crying like this; tell us what happened, huh,” my mom releases the hug, wiping her tears. Her eyes are swollen.

“I-I just mi-mi-miss you,” I said.

Part of it was genuine. I haven't seen them for a week.

I had been away from them for months.

“Honey, send someone in the company, get Kier in that company, bring him here!”

I sense that my mom is still mad.

I held her hand tightly.

“Ken is n-not here,” I said between my sobs.

I drink water again, trying to calm myself.

“Where is he?! And he is not answering my calls!”

That makes me hurt more. Kier is swamped.

I cry harder. Kier is not messaging me. What’s with him?

“Let me leave a message to him!” My mom furiously gets her phone again and taps on it really hard.

“From now on, you will stay here! Don't go to his house any more! He doesn't take care of you!” My mom was accused.

“Hey, Mr. Salztman! This is me! Your mother-in-law, my daughter, is in my house, crying. Care to tell me where you are? And if you don't show your face here in two days, I won't give her to you, and I will get my company!” She ended the call furiously.

My parents are too old and can’t handle the company anymore, and they convinced me to marry my husband if I didn't want to take the company for them; they said my husband is the trusted partner and investor in the company. I said yes because that's what they want, I am just following their advice, and my parents know the best.

Three days had passed.

My husband didn't show up and is not texting me either. I tried to call him, but he was not answering my calls. My parents didn't let me go to work and leave the house. They are still mad. I told them that I just got scolded in the company and didn't do my best, but still, they blamed my husband.

I feel sorry for him; he is being blamed.

I explained that he had left for business, and they got me when they asked when he was going home. I don’t know when he is going home. I lost contact with him.

Every day hurts. I got hurt; it's getting hurtful and heavy.

Why am I being hurtful when he doesn't love me? I am not his priority, but I am his wife! I still have the right to know about him and get updated.

I guess I have deep feelings for him.

I don't want to show my face in the company where I work.

“Honey, someone waited for you in the living room!” My father peeked through the door, and he smiled at me weirdly.

“Come down, don't make him wait,” my father’s smile is different.

“Don't forget to fix yourself before you face him, okay?” he winked at me.

I love you,” my father added before he left me.

Who is that? Why of sudden, do I have a visitor?.

My father's smile creeps me out.

I just brushed my hair using my fingers and got down; I didn't expect someone today. I am still mourning my broken heart.

I got down, and no one was around except the man in the living room. He was standing facing the window and looking at our plants outside the window.

He is tall, his back is familiar, and his hair is in clean shape. I smelled the air; his perfume was so strong that it stocked in my nostrils, his outfit, coat, and trousers.

Is he here? When did he come home?

He is finally here.

“Ehem!” I got his attention, and my world stopped when he faced me.

“Hi.”

He smiled at me. My heart stops beating.

“Long time no see. I miss you.”

I couldn't move or utter a word; my strength vanished, and my heart suddenly healed when I saw him.

He is here!

“Hey!” He laughed when I hugged him.

How did he know my parents' house?

None of my friends knows my parent's address; they only know my husband's house. He said long time no see, but we just saw each other yesterday. What was his trip like?

“If your husband saw us like this, he might kill me,” he said jokingly.

I felt that he had hugged me too.

I release from the hug.

“Brother Nate, how did you know about my parent's house?” I ask gently.

“Aren't you going to invite me to sit?”

When I realized what he said.

“Come, come, sit, don’t be shy.”

I called one of our maids and asked for a drink.

“What do you want to drink?” I ask him.

“Pineapple juice, so it will be sour,” he answered.

My eyebrow furrowed.

“We don't have pineapple juice. We will just put vinegar in the water. Is that okay?” I asked gently.

He doesn’t know if he will laugh or what.

“So it will be sour,” I copied what he said.

He chuckled, “you are so genius, Selene,” he laughed awkwardly.

“Just get me a coffee,” he told the maid.

I look at him. How did you know my parent's address, and how did you know I am here?” Weirdly, he knows my parent's address.

“Ah! I came to your house for a visit and had a coffee, but no one’s there and I came to the company where you are working, they said you didn’t come to work. The reason I found your parents' house is because.” He didn’t continue what he would say when someone came in.

“Oh! Son Nate, why are you here? You didn’t text me that you are cooking.”

My mom suddenly came to the scene.

Do they know each other?

When?

Why didn't I know about this?

“Hey, mom,” brother Nate kissed my mom's cheeks. Why is he calling my mom, mom?

My eyes got more expansive, and I pointed at brother Jase.

“Don’t te-tell me... “ I can’t believe this, so this is the reason why I am calling him a brother.

“You are my long-lost brother?”

Brother Nate, pinch my nose.

“I am not your brother; if I am your brother, Ethan will be your brother too. I am one of the company's board directors,” he explains.

I scratch my nape. If Nate is my brother, then I have four siblings. Brother Nate is so lucky to have a lot of siblings.