154 Hand in hand (1/2)

Reborn as a Mom MiaoMiao11 16090K 2022-07-21

Ira buried her head in his chest. Vivan planted his nose in her hair. and brushed them. He closed his eyes and smelled the world. Her whole figure like a baby rested in his arms.

In her heart surged inexplicable grief and sorrow he must have felt in last life. Yet his powerful heartbeat a proof of his existence provided her peace at the same time.

Did he go through so much in last life?

Live with painful memories…. a survivor's guilt.

Did he have to deal with the pain — the constant mental playback, wondering if only he agreed to cut off his leg a person won't lose life?

Depression, insomnia and profound sadness... like she had.

Even after stressing her brain she didn't remember the moments he injured his leg or limped.

Past life she didn't care, but this one every bit of pain he suffered made her heart bleed. She even felt aggrieved for the past Vivan.

However hard she tried to remember the past him, the image he portrayed was always the one full of smiles. Imagine the pain he held underneath that smile. He hid all his grief and worries, kept all to himself and went on silently suffering.

This incident that happened suddenly woke her up. She was guilty of far more things than she realized.

Vivan was a right marriage partner, from a good family, an excellent architect with a great personality. To prove his strength to her, he worked overtime. His unconditional love that never got reciprocated.

When going through all this in the past life, he just needed someone to lean on, some emotional support, some love. While she was busy adding pain.

”I'm sorry.” Her breath came in ragged gasps. ”I won't fight with you again.”

”Promise,” he asked in a soft voice.

She raised her head and with little thought said, ”Promise.”

When she opened her eyes, tears that welled her eyes slipped on her cheeks.

”And obey me…” he seemed hesitant.

She nodded like a bobble-head doll.

”Give me a kiss,” he demanded, stroking her lower lip with his warm finger.

”* … *” Her brain had turned paste. She didn't realize what he wanted.