WIDOW IN MY BED

“Where is Amanda?”

Mr. Mena, a gardener, looks back at his superiors. “Mrs. Amanda is in the greenhouse, sir,” he replies.

The breath became Amanda’s attention-splitter, who was reading a book in a greenhouse with dozens of pots of orchids and roses. Now, they are sitting face to face. Matt’s trying to be patient and not to use his dominant aura.

“Two days. I’ve given you time, and now we have to talk.” Matt said, looking at his wife softly.

“When it comes to my condition, please don’t.”

“No, Amanda. We need to talk about it.”

“Matt…” Amanda begged.

“Sweetheart, we’re not dating anymore, are we?”

Instead of answering, Amanda ducked and suddenly shook her body. Matt was shocked for a while when he heard a heartbreaking sob. The vein on Amanda’s neck was clear as the breath fell apart with a restrained sound. This was not the first time Matt saw a figure who was so loved looking hurt and desperate, but he still couldn’t see it.

“W-why am I this weak?” said Amanda, covering her red, wet face.

“Why… do I have to go through this? Why is what I want the most hard for me to get? Why am I not perfect for you, Matt? Why am I the imperfect Amanda?” Amanda gripped her hair, shook her head, and shed more tears.

“Amanda…” Matt walked up to his wife, knelt before her and held Amanda’s hands tightly.

“Dear sssshhh… I’m here,” still wiping Amanda’s hand. “Wrong, honey. You’re mistaken because you’re the perfect one for me, who lacks so much, for me, who has a dark side. You perfected my world, Amanda.”

“Matt…”

“Amanda,” Matt’s voice vibrates when he sees Amanda’s crying, tormented face. His thumb slowly wiped away the tears that were coming down fast. “Don’t cry, and I’m sick to see you like this, my wife.”

“M-Matt, sugar…” Amanda came back, crying out loud. Her eyes were tightly covered with brown lashes, and tears fell as if bearing a living burden, wetting the surface of her cheeks.

“I’m kind of out of my mind, Matt. I thought things would get better, and I guess I couldn’t go back in time. I think I’ve managed to fight the worst part of me. But apparently, I’m still in the same place. Even when I tried to close my eyes, hoping to wake up in oblivion, I came back crying in tears. I’ve always tried to erase and dispense with every memory I’ve ever considered toxic, but that’s not it-

– That’s not the solution. Maybe it’s time to be sincere, to forgive everything that ever hurt me, to forgive myself, and to forgive my past. I sincerely let go of my hope because maybe God has other plans. I’m sincere. I do. We can still be happy in a thousand ways, right?”

“Yes, Amanda. We still have thousands and even millions of ways to be happy, ” Matt smiled emotionally. He kissed Amanda’s wet eyelids and then hugged her.

“So, don’t try to bear it alone, huh?” Amanda’s weak nod sinking into Matt’s chest becomes a weight relief held after going through a war of egoism until it ends in honesty.

The two’s sobs melted under the sun’s light hugs that refracted the greenhouse, widening the chest that had previously been claustrophobic in disappointment.

Amanda then looked up at her husband’s handsome face, which soothed and dominated him at the same time.

“Thank you for your honesty, Amanda. Thank you… because your words make me more excited to make you happy,” said Matt. It feels like the burden he carries falls when he hears the figure he loves telling the truth.

“You know, I never asked you for anything in the first place, right? Including children?” Amanda nodded at Matt’s words.

“If you still think negatively and don’t believe it, let alone blame yourself, then I can’t be a good husband yet.”

“No! No, Matt. You’re a good husband.”

Matt smiled suddenly. “Yes, I am good and handsome. Hahaha. And I’m willing to give the whole world to you, Amanda La Wallace.”

Amanda’s starting to glaze over again. “Matt… I’m sorry for my selfishness and stubbornness. Forgive me for testing your patience.”

Matt nodded. “Yes, my wife.”

Amanda’s smile came back, so bright. “You did well, Amanda. No one’s willing to endure the pain for so long. Do you realize that? I’m sorry if I sound crazy, but if you don’t decide to get a divorce, then go to Havana and meet me. Maybe we won’t end up together. It’s great that you made me think of that time. As a result, the feelings between us grew slowly. Like you said earlier… Everything must have been God’s destiny in a tangent straight line. If I hadn’t met you, I might have felt a thrilling first love.”

Unknowingly, Amanda’s hair shuddered at her husband’s words. That’s right; it’s all like God designed it so that Amanda, with a broken wing, can heal herself, become stronger, and learn more from what happened. So did Matt, who finally found true love and never asked for anything else to look for.

“Since I met you, I’ve learned a lot. That life has to fight and dare to cross all boundaries. That life that I thought was already dark still has colour. All this time, I thought what I had was meaningless, always shutting myself up and thinking everything was okay with being held in my own hands. But it turns out that sharing with you feels amazing. My heart is relieved. Thanks for being with me, Matt.”

“I should have been the one thanking you for helping me escape the enemy who chased me that time, so we ended up on the yacht. If there hadn’t been an incident back then, how could we make a ridiculous deal? Haha. But anyway, if we’re met by chance, it’s God’s plan.”

“Hm… God’s plan, huh?” Amanda nodded.

“Hopefully, we can be together for a long time until our hair becomes white and our teeth are taken off one by one, but I don’t want to during the toothless chef period. Anyway, you have to promise never to leave me alone. I want us to stay together until the end, Mr. Wallace.”

“We will indeed continue together, Mrs. Wallace. Our love story goes on.”

Matt’s lips unravelled a thin smile when his fingers touched her soft cheeks and changed to stroke Amanda’s pink lip surface-going to kiss him.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Amanda, I love you.”

“Thank you so much, Matt. I love you too.”

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