After we checked in, she met a girl who was hardly in her twenties. The way they are communicating it seems like the girl works for Nancy. I feel very proud of Nancy, she is a very strong woman, I love her but I admire her more.
She is not like other girls who look for a rich husband or boyfriend, my Nancy is an example of a strong woman, my Nancy is running such a successful business all alone, without any man around her. I was standing there admiring my Nancy that I didn’t even notice that she already left.
I smiled at myself.
Owen’s POV
Nancy is having a meeting with Bob along with Ramona and I am seated at a corner table of the café. From the place where I am seated I can see Nancy clearly but she cannot see me.
I feel like she is not the same anymore, she lost her professional charm also. She looks dull.
I still remember the day when I saw her for the first time with Kara. It was also the day when I fell in love with her and I was not aware of it. I remember how confident she was, her bright eyes sparkling with confidence but right now she looks lost.
I am just hoping that I should not be the reason for her situation. I gave her freedom; she wanted to be with her family. I gave all that to her, then why is she like this now?
I saw her looking around as if she was looking for someone; luckily I have covered my face with the newspaper in a way that I am reading the newspaper. So she cannot see me.
After finishing the meeting Nancy came back to the hotel and now she is in her room. I was standing in the corridor looking at the closed door of her room after some time I saw a waiter bringing a lot of alcohol to her room.
I frowned because as much as I know, Nancy does not booze then why did she order so much alcohol. Did she invite any man to have a drink with her, only with this thought I felt a fire burning inside me
I thought to wait in the corridor if any man enters her room, I will cut that person into pieces on the spot. It’s 4 hours and almost evening but no one came. I thought I would check if she is alright or not, so I arranged the keys of her room with the help of the manager.
When I entered her room, I saw her lying on the bed wearing the bathrobe and all the alcohol bottles were empty. I called the manager to clean her room.
After the room was cleaned I observed that she was not moving at all. I tried to make her sleep properly on the bed but she started mumbling in her sleep, “please don’t do this, let me go, please” tears were flowing from her eyes she was sweating badly.
I understood what she was dreaming; she must be dreaming about that night. I can’t say how guilty I was feeling. I made her sleep properly on the bed, tucked her in the quilt, kissed her forehead and said: “I promised Nancy I will never appear in your life again, I don’t want to be your nightmare” after saying this I went back to my room.
I can’t forget her pleading voice and scared face; I don’t know how I am going to forgive myself for this sin.
I don’t know how I am going to live my life without her, but I don’t want her to be sad anymore because of me, so it’s best that I stay away from her
Nancy’s POV
I feel like I am being followed from the time I have boarded the flight to England, even in the flight I feel like Owen is around me, even if I am in my hotel or in the café where I had my meeting.
Occasionally I look around to see if he is there, but every time I only get disappointed.
Originally I had thought that I would forget him if I came out of that city but instead of forgetting him, I am missing him badly.
By the end of the day, I was so tired of my feelings that I felt like boozing for the first time in my life. I have heard that if people booze they forget their sorrows. So once I came back from the meeting I ordered a lot of alcohol. I don’t know whether I am missing Owen too much or I am upset about my marriage but I know one thing very clearly: I want to see Owen at any cost.
I boozed till I was out of my senses, I was dreaming again about my nightmare but then I felt a kiss on my forehead, that kiss was like a lifesaver for me, I was dreaming that when I was getting raped Owen helped me coming out of that sorrow, but next moment he says that he will never come back in my life.
I was crying, I was telling him to stay with me, I was telling how important he is in my life, I was telling him to be with me forever, he is my lifeline but nothing worked.
His hands slowly slipped from my hands and he went in the dark. I went on my knees crying hard, I was calling him but he didn’t come back.
When I woke up it was already morning around 10 am. I touched my face and found tears all over my face. The memory of Owen going away from me was flashing in my mind.
I had never thought that I would love someone this much. I feel like I can’t breathe, I was cursing god for giving me such a painful life.