Chapter 87

Thea's Point of View

The woman lifted her hand, preparing to nudge me, but she was stopped by another hand. Craig held Cray while raising one hand to restrain what the lady may do. If I was previously glancing at the woman, Craig now appears to be penetrating. All of the women turned to face him and stared up. The woman who was about to slap me should have fled and gone ahead. They both bowed first and apologized.

I started walking away from them after the women, but first I grabbed the water and gulped it right quickly. He calls, but I don't answer. I don't face because I believe my previous acting was shabby. Jealousy was driving me.

"THEA!" he yelled once again. I concealed my face because people were already watching at us. It seemed like my husband and I were arguing and he was chasing me. I accelerated my pace and hid in a washroom so he wouldn't notice me.

When I entered the restroom, I was taken aback by the sudden dying of the lights and the hefty closing of the door. That does not suprise to me. I was about to go and opened the door. However, a handkerchief cover my nose. I want to close my eyes. I felt drowsy, so they covered my eyes with a cloth before I passed out.

"Where is Craig?"

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I was suddenly jolted awake by a loud pounding on the window. I had trouble breathing when I opened my eyes. I just felt like something was in my mouth---it was tape, and when I attempted to move my body and hand, I couldn't because of the leash I was having. Because they didn't obscure my eyes, they still appear good. It was still light outside, so I could see where we were going; the trouble was, I had no idea where we were heading. I attempted to resist the tie in my hand since the two in front couldn't tell that I was awake. Because of the constraints, I am unable to succeed. The entire vehicle was silent. I just see a packed area.

When the vehicle I believed we were travelling in came to a halt, I closed my eyes firmly once again. Because I was terrified of what they would do, I didn't display that I had awoken. I'm not afraid anymore about the kidnapping what I am scared is perhaps they would assault my body, after all that I've been through. Things like these have simply become the norm for me. Sometimes life events will put you to the test to the point where you don't know you're just growing used to it. The car slipped as I closed my eyes, and I relaxed myself so they wouldn't notice anything weird about me.

I'm not sure who lifted me, but as I struck his chest, I saw the enormity of his physique. He did not yank me up forcibly. It was mild, and he appeared concerned that I might wake up. When we ground to a standstill, I felt the soft bed behind me. Is it true that they intend to kidnap me? When the hand that was holding me slipped away, I became aware of my surroundings.

Because of the water that was thrown at me, I open my eyes and sat down. Some got into my ears and nose as well. I even managed to avoid drowning. I frowned and looked at the person in front of me, and I wasn't shocked to see Felicity with her arm crossed and her eyes darting about as she looked at me. I'm at a loss for words to describe her expression. My gaze was drawn to the hefty man who I had assumed had carried me earlier. If it hadn't been taped, my jaw would have virtually fell on the floor. I can't believe such an angelic face exists. He turned away from me and looked at Felicity.

I can tell by the way he looks at Felicity that he doesn't like what he's doing and that he's just being carried away by what this woman wants. I felt bad for him. It's true what they say: you can do anything for someone you care about. Even if the replacement is for your own joy. I can't fathom the anguish he feels as he stares at the person he loves, who is going to any length to acquire the one who despises her. I recognize that emotion from the way he looks at Felicity. Is it just that you want to observe them while they're happy?

I enjoy staring at Felicity. In what she does, I get the impression that we're simply kids doing whatever we want. She was like a child who desired vengeance on her adversary just because she had not given up on anything.

My mouth is still closed, so I can't talk. I want to speak out and warn her to cease her craziness, but even the leash isn't removed. I was surprised when she emphasized again that she was hurt because I didn't think it was my fault.

I started preaching to her when she signaled for a guard to remove the tape from my lips. I wasn't in a position to do so, but I wanted to share what I had learnt with her.

"I can't make Craig's heart adore you no matter how furious you are with me. Shouldn't you just accept the fact that everything has vanished? You have finished your role. Why don't you try looking around to see who truly loves you?" When I stated that or that, I looked at the man who was hunched down. I hope he gets what I'm saying. And, last, love isn't only about the one who wants to give. Don't quit up; you need to win and see if you're worth it. We all have the right to be loved; all we need is someone to do it for us.

She was deafeningly quiet when I said it.

Despite the fact that Felicity has committed several offenses against me, I have forgiven her even though she has not begged. I don't want to go about and laugh every day, carrying the weight of the past and the burden of my heart. I've already been wounded, and I don't want to add to that. I simply want to chose to smile every day while creating fresh and lovely memories. There are some things that, as Craig stated, must be dropped. Time will not desert you; rather, it will carry you, therefore we must choose to be happy at all times.

I still have problems but I will choose to forgive. I looked at the man who I think is still unaware of what I said. As angelic as his heart is, so is his temperament. Hopefully one day he will find the person who will truly love him, the one who doesn't have to take advantage of him. Who will love him fully, able to give back the love he gives.

I was shivering from my body's intense dampness. I was already stroking my lips to halt the shudder. I stopped beating around the bush to be honest with the man. I want to put a stop to whatever conflict Felicity and I are having. Tomorrow, I want to believe that she is a dream that did not exist in my life at the time. I'd like to assume that, like every other dream, it's simply a nightmare.

"And it's enough for you, angelic face, to provide something that might damage you. It's not always terrible to desire what we want." I climbed out of the dripping wet bed. It's up to them whether or not they do what I wish. It's only me, and all I want is peace. I'd want to live in a environment full of butterflies .

I'm not sure how I got home. Felicity let me go after I told her what I needed to say. I know what they're doing isn't from the heart, and they're just being swept away by their emotions. The person comes to the point where they no longer think about what they are doing because they believe it will bring them pleasure. Despite feeling dizzy from the dried water, I was able to return home safely.

Craig, they still couldn't come home when I returned. Maybe they assumed I hadn't returned yet. Who would have guessed that someone would pick me up from the mall? However, it appears that Felicity's actions were effective, and she no longer needs to bother me. Somehow, a day will come when someone grasps what she is going through.

I stood outside and watched as the security unlocked the gate for the truck, which I assumed already held our items. I looked to check whether Craig and Cray were there, and as the truck finally came in, I noticed Craig's vehicle behind it. I was becoming chilly and wanted to get dressed, but I waited for Craig to get in front of me so we could both walk inside at the same time. When Craig's car came to a halt in front of me, I crossed my arms and met my brows.

The vehicle door slammed shut just as Craig and Cray were stepping out; he was holding our son and looked as though he hadn't eaten anything all day. I wanted to laugh in his face, but I was still thinking about how he could have felt while I was gone. Then he'll catch up looking like this, so I'm quite sure his face can't be painted. How could it be any other way now if he knows who truly did it to me? Even if I wanted to tell him, I can't since he will be mad. I'm soaked and my body starting to get hot and heavy. I'm going to get a fever in a few hours, I guess.

Cray called me "Mom," but I merely smiled and turned my head to Craig. Despite my want to take him, I clutched my hand and thought that my body was still wet. Although the water has dried up, it is still wise to remain careful. I'm not sure how I got home given the fact that I didn't know the way.

We stared at the men unloading our stuff, but I couldn't look at Craig directly. No one talks to us, but I know he's just waiting for me to explain why I look like this since I haven't bothered to fix my hair yet. When I regained my breath, I returned his looks, but he wasn't kidding. It seemed as though they were sending me to the clouds.

"Do you know how worried I am?" He told me coldly. I put my hands behind my back then played with them. I sway my body so I can calm his anger. He sighed as if she couldn't believe what I was doing now. Cray was just watching us, so I bit my lip even more. I didn't know how to tell him that I had been kidnapped and that I had returned immediately. If someone could hear it, they will just laugh at me.

"I—" I couldn't think of a word. I approached him to embrace him, and as I did, he became even more irritated and yanked me away from him. He scrutinized me from head to toe, as if repulsed. I also stared at my body directly in the eyes; I didn't smell anything, but the sticky bed where they had put me earlier had gotten into my skin. To be sure, I still sniffed my body, but I didn't smell anything, so I pounded his body because if he reacted, others would think I was dirty. I rolled my eyes at him, but his face didn't change, so I re-smelled myself.

We wouldn't have been able to finish exchanging irritations with each other if someone hadn't just approached us. They seem to be asking for permission to enter the items inside.

I scratched my head because I didn't have the key. I left my bag where Felicity had taken me earlier. I didn't go back for that because there didn't seem to be anything important there. Even my phone is out of use. He looked at my arm when he realizes that I no longer have my purse.