The church fell into a stunned silence as Colonel Frederick made his abrupt departure, leaving Samara, Damien, and the bewildered guests grappling with the sudden turn of events. Samara's heart raced with a whirlwind of emotions - relief at seeing Frederick alive, guilt for moving on, and confusion about what to do next. Damien, his face a mask of shock and hurt, watched as Samara followed Frederick out of the church, his own heart heavy with disappointment and disbelief.“Samara..?" He calls her, stopping her in her strides.She turns to look at him. “That's my husband, Damien..."“Just like that?" he questioned, obviously hurt by the turn around of event.Samara's eyes softened at the sight of the pain in Damien's face, but her resolve did not waver. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, her voice quivering with emotion."Damien, you have been nothing but kind and loving to me, and I will always cherish the time we had together," she said. "But Frederick... he's my husband. He's a pa
Back at their house, the air was heavy with tension as Samara met Frederick quietly seated in their dimly lit living room. The weight of unspoken words hung between them, suffocating the silence that enveloped the space.Samara's heart raced with uncertainty as she watched Frederick, his expression unreadable as slowly got up, and began to pace back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, but she knew that their wounds ran deep, their hearts scarred by the pain of betrayal and loss.With a heavy sigh, Frederick finally stopped pacing, his gaze meeting Samara's with a mixture of anger and resignation. "I don't know what to say, Samara," he began, his voice strained with emotion. "I never thought I'd see the day when I would lose you to someone else." Samara's throat tightened at his words, her pain mirrored in his eyes. "Frederick, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ne
Colonel Frederick couldn't take his eyes off Samara, as she started unbuttoning his shirt, while he undid his belt buckle. Done with his shirt, she helped him with his belt, pushing his pants and underwear off, and he quickly kicks them away. Now they were both naked. Samara's whole body quivered with anticipation. She was breathing hard, everything felt so heightened.He reached out and touched her, her body tensing at his gentle caress as his hands moved slowly, feeling allof her.He eased her back on the bed and she lay beneath me. She touched his face as he lowered his body to hers. She breathed out a deep sigh as she plunged into her slowly and gently. Samara moaned softly, as felt him enter deep into her.Frederick watched her face as she closed her eyes, her body felt so good and warm inside, and he loved her so completely. They moved together in rhythm as hermoans became a beautiful song. He felt a deep joy within him growing and filling him, gaining intensity until it brok
Damien paced back and forth, fuming and cussing. He hadn't spoken to Samara after the intrusion by her resurrected husband at their wedding. He had tried several ways to reach her, but it looked like she was intentionally avoiding him. Why would she do that though? He thought, panicking and stressed, as he worried about what exactly was going on in Samara's head. He needed to know where her head was at? “Damien..?" Sebastian called, as he walked in and saw how restless his friend was. “What's going on?" “What you mean what's going on?" Damien snaps at him. “I was supposed to be a happily married man now." Sebastian sighs. “I'm sorry about that man." “What's worse is she isn't even picking up my calls. She is avoiding me," he complains. “I understand your frustration, but you also have to understand the fact that her husband is back and she is definitely in a difficult situation." Sebastian tried to explain. “What's difficult about the situation though? She loves me and not
Samara's heart felt heavy as she welcomed her sister into her home, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Thank you for being here," she whispered, a tear escaping her eye. Debrah returned the hug, offering silent support before pulling back slightly to ask, "And what about the Colonel?" "He's at the hospital, getting his wounds checked," Samara replied, leading her sister towards the living room. “Madeleine please get us two cups of tea," she orders, and Madeleine nods and disappears to the kitchen. "How are things between you and the Colonel?" Debrah inquired gently as they settled on the couch. Samara's expression darkened. "Horrible," she admitted with a sigh. "He still hasn't forgiven you?" Debrah asked, concern evident in her voice. Samara shook her head sadly. "He did, but then he found out..." "Found out what?" Debrah prompted, sensing the weight of Samara's words.Madeleine interrupts their conversation as she serves them both with two cups of hot brimming tea, befo
Samara froze, her heart sinking as she heard Colonel Frederick's voice. She turned slowly to see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable."Frederick, I..." Samara began, her voice trembling with guilt and fear.But Frederick held up a hand, silencing her. His gaze shifted from Samara to Debrah, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What is she talking about? Cheating on me with Damien?"Debrah glanced at Samara, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Frederick. I didn't mean to..."But Frederick cut her off, his voice cold and controlled. "I asked Samara."Samara swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in her throat. "Frederick, I... I didn't mean for you to find out like this."Frederick's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with a mix of hurt and anger. "How long?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.Samara hesitated, feeling the weight of her deception crushing her. "Since before you disappeared," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I met him before we got m
As they arrived at Damien's house, Samara's heart raced with anxiety. She knew this conversation wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to see it through. Debrah gave her a supportive nod before staying in the car, allowing Samara to face Damien alone.Samara took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, approaching Damien's front door. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temples as she knocked on the door. Damien answered, his expression guarded."Samara, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.Samara swallowed hard, her voice firm but shaking slightly. "We need to talk, Damien. About us. About what we did."Damien's expression changed, a hint of anger and hurt flashing across his face. “What we did do? Samara we did nothing wrong, we all thought Frederick was dead."Samara sighed. “I was referring to way before that."“Samara, don't guilt trip yourself. Remember you were forced into a marriage you never wanted in the beginning."Samara felt a pang of guilt an
Later that evening, Samara found herself standing outside their bedroom. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage before pushing the door open. Frederick looked up from the bed, his expression unreadable."Frederick, can we talk?" Samara asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.Frederick's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. "Alright. I'm listening."Samara took a seat beside him on the bed, her hands trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago."Frederick's expression remained impassive, but she could see the flicker of pain in his eyes. "Go on."Samara took a deep breath. "Before we got married, I met Damien. And then when we moved to the city, we met again."Frederick's face hardened, his jaw clenched tightly. "You mean to tell me you were cheating on me from the very beginning of our marriage?""Yes," Samara whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I was lost, confused, and unhappy in our