Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
The next moment, Sebastian was gone…
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28 days left.
So many things had taken place in the past two days that my head was spinning from confusion. The worst out of everything that was happening was Sebastian and his unpredictable behaviors. I touched my fingertips to my lips as I stared at my own reflection in the mirror.
He kissed me…goodnight.
He’s crazy…
I let him kiss me and I even responded to his kiss…
I’m going crazy…
I looked at my puffy-eyed reflection in the mirror and remembered that I hardly caught a wink of sleep last night. First it was Sebastian and his girls being so loud that woke me up and then his “goodnight” kiss left me on edge and so confused that I couldn’t go back to sleep. In short, last night was a disaster and my red-eyed look this morning was the result of it all.
I quickly showered and got dressed. If I sneak out early in the morning, then I wouldn’t have to see Sebastian. There was no way that he would be up early after being so drunk and sleeping so late last night. Getting up early and making him breakfast that he wouldn’t eat anyways was the best way to avoid seeing him and completing my side of the deal. Killing two fat bird with one stone!
I cooked up a quick breakfast of egg and toast and quickly placed it on the table. I didn’t meet anyone that morning and that came as a relief.
“Can you take me to the hospital to see my grandmother?” I asked the head of my bodyguard team.
“Sure…” he replied.
His reply was the same short, curt, and monotone reply as always. Just like the day before, they drove me to the hospital where my grandmother was recovering. I haven’t heard any updates from the doctor, but she seems to be in stable condition at the moment. That was good enough for me.
After a quiet and peaceful ride in the car, I arrived at the hospital and headed straight for my grandmother’s private room. I hated to admit it but if the boss didn’t pay for her medical bills, there was no way that I could afford to keep my grandmother in a hospital like this. I bit my lower lip in frustration at my own helplessness.
“Good morning grandma!” I said cheerfully as I entered her room.
My grandmother was awake and seemed quite energetic today, although she was still always confined to her hospital bed. She turned her head towards me before smiling happily at me. I felt my mood lighten immediately at her smile.
“I did tell you that you didn’t need to visit so often…” my grandmother said although her happy smile told me otherwise.
She must be dead bored if she had to spend her whole day in this room all alone. I sat down on the chair that was beside her bed and took her hand in mine. The best that I could do right now was to spend as much time with her as possible and give her mental support.
“I’m always so happy to see you. Plus, I don’t really have anything else to do…so you don’t need to worry about me,” I said as I smiled at her.
“Is everything fine…you know with…” my grandmother began asking hesitantly.
I knew immediately that she was referring to my living arrangements with Sebastian and our arranged marriage. To be honest, things are getting out of control and Sebastian was clearly crazy and unlike any man I have encountered before in my life. As each day passes by, I felt like any control I had of the situation was fast slipping.
However, I couldn’t tell this to her and make her worry endlessly about it. There was no good reason to because there is nothing that my grandmother could possibly do to improve my situation and if her condition worsens, I wouldn’t know what I should do.
“Everything is fine. There is no need for you to worry,” I said, trying my best to sound convincing.
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
“Really. We’re just living together in the same suite, but we have separate bedrooms and to be honest, we’re both not interested in each other…in that way. Just as you saw at the church, Sebastian already has a woman that he is in love with…” I said.
“I see. That’s good then…” my grandmother mumbled.
“Of course, like I told you, there is nothing for you to worry about,” I said, reassuringly.
“What about you?” she asked abruptly.
“What about me?” I asked, not getting what she was referring to.
“You also have someone that you love, don’t you? You know, that guy who came around our shop very often to see you…” she asked.
That’s right. I never got around to telling grandma that I already broke up with him. More accurately, that he dumped me without a care in the world. Ethan, I wonder where he is now and what he’s up to. Sometimes I would wonder if he still thought of me, even if just a little. However, deep down I knew that that was impossible.
“You mean Ethan, right?” I asked. Just saying his name made me want to break down in tears.
I guess time doesn’t heal everything fast enough…
“Yes. Yes, Ethan…” she said.
“Of course, I’m in love with him. I haven’t told him about all that has happened though. When these 30 days are over, we’re going to return to our normal lives. Trust me,” I said.
Technically, I wasn’t lying. I was still very much in love with Ethan, although, I haven’t seen or heard from him since the day that the dumped me. However, my grandmother didn’t need to know that. It would just make her worry more about me, needlessly.
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want to leave you alone when I…you know…” my grandmother said with relief in her voice.
The look on her face broke my heart and I hated when she talks about her own death as if it was fast approaching. Although her life is coming to an end, she is still worrying about me above all else.
“Don’t say things like that. I’ll be fine…and you’re going to be with me for a long time,” I said as I squeezed her hand comfortingly.
I think it was in that moment that I was inspired to use my grandmother as the subject of the painting for my project. I wanted to capture her in my painting. It was the perfect idea since I wanted to spend time here with her anyways so I might as well spend that time painting her.
“I have this project to create a painting. I was thinking that it would be a great idea to paint your portrait. What do you think?” I suggested brightly.