WHITNEY

Three days had already passed away, three days I spent without Addams, without any text from him, without any call.

I waited every day that passed, every night that came with the hope to see Addams text or a missing call but he didn't.

I just wanted to hear his voice and tell him I was so sorry for what was happening. But he never called, he was so broke there was nothing I could do against it.

And I was the cause of the agony he was going through. That was the rudeness of life, sometimes you were obliged to hurt those you loved, those you adored and cherished, to fulfill a plan.

He was struggling against his sentiment, against his love toward me, to forget me, and I understood it even if it hurt. I understood I wasn't the one made for him.

Every night on this bed, beside Armand, was just a gloomy nightmare, the worst nightmare I ever had. Laid at the side of my enemy, tightened to his disgusting corpse.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, that the path I chose would not give me rest. I knew all of it, but the reality was more painful than I expected.

For how long my sense would endure it?
For how long my heart would bear the sentiment of being so close to him?

Until I would see him sink. Until I would see this stare of pity on his look, begging for help.

I would endure it, there was no coming back, I lost my parents because of him I lost my beloved mother because of him and now I lost Addams the only man I loved also because of him.

He would pay whatever would be the martyrdom, I would endure it.
'He won't have a peaceful end.' I repeated it to myself when I was alone.

My grudge was so deep, my wound incurable, my heart tore off, why would I leave him and forget about it so easily?

Nobody could understand my pain, nobody could feel the way I felt, cause, nobody had ever experienced what I was going through. No matter what I would lose at that moment, I didn't care, I had already lost every precious thing I had.

Therefore, sorry for Addams, and sorry for the way I left him, but I had no other choice, it was the only alternative that was offered to me.

Armand, this swine, every night he wanted me, he desired to feel my body on him, but I didn't approve.

I always found excuses to not accept, the pretext I repeated was that he had to heal from the previous day with Addams.

He was angry, and he started letting grow doubts about the credibility of my affection, and it wasn't good for me.

But I knew he wanted my wealth thus he would never try anything against me.

Not now.

Not until he would be sure of possessing this fortune.

We woke up and we have to climb down the stairs for our breakfast in the living room, the maid had already informed us of Petterson waiting for us.

This guy, he was always with Armand, always discussing apart, the three days spent there had already told me a lot about them.

Petterson knew everything about him. That was the conclusion I succeeded to make out.

Thus I had to create a connection with him, a connection that would serve as a bridge to attain Armand's secret. It was risky to try something like that, he could betray me and all my plans would fall apart.

It wasn't a safety plan but, something told me I could, that I should try something, my gut was directing me. I knew there was no loyal friend nowadays, Petterson had something he was trying to gain behind Armand.

I should be wise and discern it before they could know what I wanted.

"Even tonight, you didn't leave me the opportunity to touch you" he murmured, as I kissed his cheeks for a greeting.

I sighed and sat at his side on the bed "How can I be sure you love me the same as I do, how can I be sure you don't just love me for my beauty and for whatever else?" I questioned

I wanted to turn this situation into my purpose to gain more time. I was disgusted by just thinking of this swine touching me, I couldn't imagine what it could be to feel him inside of me.

"Do you have some doubts about my affection toward you?" he pronounced, standing and walking along the room with a little anxiety he dissimulated.

"I just want to be prudent, I want you to show me your love first, this authenticity devotion, I don't want to be broken or abandoned," I said and motioned toward him, stopping him on his way with a hug.

With water filled in my eyes, I uttered, "I am afraid of not being respected and loved back, afraid to be used as most women nowadays". He wrapped his hand around my waist.

"Don't bother I will wait the time it ought to prove to you how much I care about you and this family I want to build with you" he pronounced with a kiss on my neck.

"Thank you so much darling," I said, struggling with my tongue and my mind to let those words escape my lips.

He nodded and we climbed down the stairs ready for breakfast with Petterson, who was already waiting for a while.

"Good morning," Petterson said, with a smile on his lips, glad to see us together.
This man wasn't right, he wasn't sincere, and he had something he wanted to dissimulate, something dark.

I knew it, I felt it, we were identical, this smile was mine, this greeting and the mood which accompanied it were also mine.

He could help me.

"Morning dear, I came with a kiss on his cheek"

"Hope your leg is going better than yesterday," I said

"It will be okay dear" he responded

They all had super strength, and the power of quick recovery in this family, even Armand looked like he felt nothing after the fight with Addams.

After Armand's greeting, I sat at the table beside Petterson's face to Armand and we ate.

I would find a way to collaborate with this man, he could help me. My gut was never wrong.