19

Am I dreaming?

I woke up late in the morning and Adriano bought breakfast for me in the bed.

"I made it myself." Said he. I don't believe his words at first but he said he really knows how to cook, he learned to impress me.

I blushed.

I would have considered all this as a bare minimum, basic life skill that every person irrespective of their gender should know, if I would have married to a normal man. But here we are talking about this man.

Here we are talking about Adriano.

I told him I couldn't eat before he eats but he assured me that he had already eaten.

"Your brother and his family are free to go after he is punished." I stopped eating.

Now I know I am back to reality. Last night felt like a dream. Where Adriano acted as a mature one out of us two and accepted and acknowledged his fault.

I feel sorry too. For hiding things from him when he clearly told me not to.

"Adriano you promised you will not hurt him."

"I promised that I will let him live. And after I am done punishing hi