The Devil's Rebirth

CHAPTER 10. Slumber Like Death

HOPE'S POV

Five months after the accident, with the help of a physical therapist I already recovered from my injury and am able to walk but not that much as my leg still can't handle my full weight. But still, I'm happy with the results of my hard work, thanks to my family support and speaking of family, my husband still not showing himself. I'm worried and sometimes hating myself to think of maybe there is something awful might happen to him, but it only made me end up crying. I always pray for his safety and to find his way back home, if he considers me one, I wish. But what if his home is with someone else's arm? That's too hurt even just by thinking about it.

I tried to talk to his uncle Ruben, who is the one who manages the company because of his absence. but he only told me to just wait and that Emir will be back once he decided to. Clearly, he knows where my husband is, but I can't just stay and wait, he never even called or sent a single message to me or anyone. He is like having fun and making me horrible.

I also stayed at my father's place after I was being released from the hospital, he and John supported me in all ways. But Nicolo still can't come close to me since there are guards around our house roving like civilians. They are still acting like robots even though their boss is not around.

"Unbelievable." I hissed.

I asked Nicolo to go to Emir's other woman's apartment but he said that it is already empty even the neighbors don't know where she goes.

I was already laying on my bed for the evening but I couldn't get myself to sleep. I sat up and reached for my crutches to help me up and went outside. I sat on a bench in the garden twisting my finger where my wedding ring is, thinking about my husband and how a mess our marriage is. I rub my leg where it suddenly feels stung because of the cold weather.

"Come on, I need to find my husband." I was talking to my leg to get fully healed and let me walk steadily.

"Oh God, Emir. Where are you." I asked looking up to the sky where the moon brightens widely giving light to the dark evening.

I stayed there for almost an hour until I felt tired of nothing. I got up slowly, holding my support when I stumbled and fell, but didn't hit the ground when two strong arms caught me.

I look up to see who it is, he has a beard all over his face and his hair is quite long and messy. My eyes widened in realization, it was my husband.

He helped me to sit on the bench again while I can't take my eyes off his face.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I am in the urge of crying anytime I can already feel my throat aching, but he didn't answer.

I held on to both of his arms and pulled myself up. I wrapped my arms around his body tightly and started crying on his chest.

"Where have you been?" I said between my sobs but still didn't utter a single word. I suddenly felt his hands travel on my back embracing my body tightly as well with his strong arms, I cried even more feeling his warmth.

"I hate you," I whispered.

"You left me," I said, still sobbing continuously.

"Let's go home." He suddenly whispered, I looked up at him with a scowled face and broke the hug. I held on to the rail of the bench to support my body and reach for my crutches, he was just looking at my every move.

"Home?" I asked peevishly.

"We don't have home Emir, we never had. What we have is only hell with your darkness," I said while I can't stop my tears from streaming down my face.

"I believed in you when you said you love me, but you keep on breaking my heart a hundred times." He still didn't speak or move a bit from his spot and just stared at me with his cold eyes.

"I told you not to go, I begged you not to leave me, but you still did. Where were you when I needed you? I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't move, I can't even help myself. Where were you?" My body is trembling with so much emotion I am feeling happy, and relieved to see him again and knowing he's fine, but also feel hatred for leaving me when I needed him.

"Are you with her?" I asked again, but still don't have any response and reaction from him. I sighed and turned to walk away from him back to the house. He even didn't stop me from walking away, I stopped and turned to face him again,

"I want a divorce," I said with a cold tone but with a heavy heart and continue my pace again.

How badly I feel like I want to rip off my ribcage and get my heart out just to stop it from aching. This is too much for me, this kind of distraction is too much for me, I am so broken.

I locked myself inside my room, I walked to the window and peered to see Emir. But he's not there anymore, which made me feel disappointed. I laid down my weak body on the bed and closed my eyes, but still, the tears kept on escaping. Until I succumbed to slumber like death.

The next morning I was woken up by the sizzling sound that came from the kitchen. I slowly open my eyes which are feeling sore, surely because of my excessive crying last night. I turned to my right and blinked multiple times when I saw a bunch of flowers on top of my bedside table, a purple Hyacinth placed in a beautiful white vase. I sit up and stared at the flowers,

"So beautiful," I mumbled.

I got inside the bathroom to get freshened up, during my first days with my injury a nurse used to help me in my daily routine but now I can pretty much handle myself already.

I took a bath and dressed up with a sundress which I am comfortable with and easy to wear for me. I just dry my hair and come out of the room, but my eyes widen when I see my husband helping my father in the kitchen while my brother is preparing the table. He looked neat already with a white shirt on and jeans, his face is shaved and his hair is not messy anymore as well.

"Good morning Hope, look who's here!" John cheerfully greeted me and the other men turned to look at me.

"Good morning darling, your husband told me that he came from a business trip out of the country. That's why he wasn't able to accompany you for a while, but that's fine right? At least he made sure you have everything you needed." He said I don't know if my father is only being nice in front of the devil or he really believes that.

I don't know how to react and stayed on my spot, frozen. Emir is looking at me with his cold eyes waiting for my response but I only just went inside my room again. My breathing becomes heavy and I feel like crying again. I sat on my bed, trying to think of something of what I should do, and suddenly my door opened following Emir getting in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him with a scowled face.

"I'm here to pick you up." He said crouching down in front of me.

"Why?"

"Are you serious about asking me why?" He asked back.

"You left me, for five months Emir. Do you think that's easy? And then what? You suddenly came back as nothing happened? And why? Is she beautiful? Did she obey you all the time? Do you love her? Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why Emir? Why!?" I furiously said as my tears started rushing out again and pushed him but he didn't even stumble a bit.

"Get ready we're going home." He said

"I'm not coming back to that hell again." I bluntly said as my husband tried to convince me,

"You can't stay away from me, you are my wife and you should be staying and living with me." He said and started putting my things inside the luggage.

"Really? You're saying that now after staying away from me? Why don't you just go and ask your mistress to stay with you instead?" I said, and he furiously walked towards me and held my arms tightly.

"Stop it already! Whether you like it or not, you are coming with me, back to that hell!" He hissed and abruptly pushed my body that caused me to slump on the bed.

"I hate you," I whispered while starting to sob again.

"I know and I don't care, hate me as much as you want but I will never let you leave me. You are mine and you only belong to me." He said and went out of the room.,