Chapter 60 Reasons for Separation

(Lena's POV)
"Do you know each other?"
William did not speak, and my tone followed the rush, but, he remained silent.
My heart was beating faster. I didn't even know how I was supposed to deal with this.
If the two of them knew each other, I think I would be the one who would be most upset.
"Lena, you haven't told me where exactly you live?"
I can't answer William.
"Are you staying at Raphael's house?"
William's words made me close my eyes in despair.
They did know each other, and even if I didn't feel like I had a problem living in Raphael's house, I was now a little embarrassed.
I opened my eyes and William was looking at me intently. He didn't look very sad, and there was no sign of anger at all.
I nodded, "Yes, William, because Jamie is his child, and in return, I am staying with him temporarily."
"Lena."
"I don't know anything, William, what happened between you and Rafael, or between the three of us, I don't care at all, you know what I mean?"
William looked at me, and this time, he laughed out between.
Although, I don't understand exactly why he's smiling at all.
Because of Raphael's call, I didn't continue to hang around.
When I got home, Rafael was already back.
He seemed to have waited a long time and his face did not look good. I had the feeling that he was already struggling with the edge of anger. I wasn't sure I should walk over to him now; I'd never wished for Jamie to be by our side as much as I did now.
I prayed to God that Raphael hadn't noticed me, but it was clear that this approach wouldn't work.
"Lena."
I looked desperately at Rafael, who had stood up and was walking toward me.
Try to make yourself look less fainthearted.
Of course, I soon adjusted my mindset.
Rafael and I are not in a relationship as husband and wife, and there is no need for me to be so nervous.
"When did you get back?"
"I've been back since I found out you went to the bar."
"Aren't you busy with your work?"
"Very busy."
Rafael looks angry now, and I can sense that he is suppressing his anger.
I shrugged my shoulders, intending to walk past him is, but, at this time, Raphael grabbed my arm.
His strength was a little strong, which made me cringe as well.
"Hey you, Rafael, what are you doing?"
Raphael's face was still cold. He always seems to have this expression, not caring about anything, and even though he keeps saying he loves me, I still wonder if he has other intentions. Of course, even if she does have other ones, it seems a little too late to regret them now.
I flung my arms hard, still did not break free from his grip, and then, I gave up the idea.
I was a little frustrated, and I think I must look very helpless right now: "Raphael, what do you want to do? William and I are just friends, he just came to America and I went to greet him, is there something wrong with that?"
"Lena, you can go to see anyone, but, the only thing you can't do is go to see William."
What Rafael said made me a little angry.
This time, I finally shook Raphael's handoff completely, "Raphael, I don't think you can interfere with my actions, no matter what has happened between you."
Raphael's gaze sank, while I remained fearlessly looking at Raphael.
I do not intend to give in to Raphael.
"Lena, William is not at all as kind as you think he is, and you have no idea what he has done."
I let out a laugh and withdrew my gaze.
Everyone has their past, and who is Raphael to say this about William?
"Lena, do as I say and don't have any more dealings with William."
I turned my head to look at Raphael, and at the sight of Raphael's eyes, my heart began to throb.
A strange feeling tormented me, I don't know why, I got so angry after hearing Raphael say those words, but it wasn't because of William, and I don't know what it was because of.
"So tell me, Rafael, what was your past like?"
Raphael didn't say anything, his eyes were wide open and there was shock inside them. I knew that Raphael would not say anything.
"If you don't have a way to give me a proper reason, Raphael, then you don't ask me to do something like that." I hadn't shown such emotion in a long time.
I am well aware of how horrible my emotions were during my first year out of New York and in Paris. I knew that the doctors had probably diagnosed something wrong with me. But William didn't tell me this. The only thing he said to me was one sentence.
Everything will be fine.
Yes, everything is fine now, and I thought my life would go on like this, only to have him suddenly come in who I have no memory of.
He says I am his wife, but he has no proof that I love him.
Even though William had done something wrong, he had never hurt me. If I hadn't met William in those five years, I don't think I could have ever imagined what the hell I'd be like now.
Raphael and I argued to no avail. He didn't continue to say anything to me and I thought that was the end of it.
But Rafael didn't let me go either.
He seemed to have lost control and picked me up directly. Before I could react, I was already on his shoulders.
"What are you doing?! You let go of me! Rafael, you can't do this!"
Rafael held me down on the bed and when I intended to get up, he held me down again.
Raphael's movements were not gentle at all, even a little rough.
I seemed to be getting used to his sudden movements, but this time, it was different.
"Rafael, what are you trying to do to me?"
I looked at Raphael's face and could no longer care less about panic.
Rafael looked angry, he remained gloomy, his hands did not stop the action movement.
"I'll tell you exactly what I did to you before."
My eyes widened in shock, unable to believe exactly what I had just heard.
But even with this look on my face, Rafael still wasn't going to stop his movements.
Rafael lowered his head and he kissed up, even though we used to do this all the time, but never like this time now. I wanted to escape, but Raphael didn't give me that chance.
My head also began to ache violently, and that damned desire to win didn't make me want to shed tears so early.
Rafael was still tearing at my clothes.
"Lena, you want to know what I used to be like, that's what I am now, got it?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Rafael, I know you're angry with me."
Nothing was convincing about what Rafael said, and I knew he was angry and so wanted to teach me a lesson.
But Rafael didn't stop there. Even after I said that he still wanted to continue doing something to me.
My painting became more and more violent as Rafael's palms touched my breasts, which also made me start to blush.
"Lena, you're my wife, you shouldn't refuse me, I've given you long enough, you really should do something for me now."
I shook my head frantically, unable to believe that Rafael would say such a thing to me.
I reached out to push Rafael away, but Rafael had a death grip on me so I couldn't break free.
"Lena, let me ask you, did William take you away?"
I looked at Raphael, and at this moment, my eyes had started to turn red. Raphael, after seeing my appearance, did not continue to move.
I nodded as my thoughts went back five years.
"Raphael, you have to know that I lost my memory after my accident that day, I have no idea what happened in those three years, and if it wasn't for William, I would probably have been dead!" My voice seemed to squeeze out of my throat, which also made Rafael's eyes widen.
He wasn't planning to continue doing anything to me, but, he still didn't get up from me.
Then I gave Raphael a smile, which, despite its ugliness, I still felt pleasant after seeing Raphael's expression: "Raphael, if you were my husband, why did you not appear in the first place, when I needed you so much?"
I felt aggrieved as if all the hurt I had suffered in the past few years had been vented at this moment, even though Rafael was also innocent and he was not responsible for me, but still, I treated him without any reason.
Raphael looked as if he had been punched in the face. We both stared at each other wordlessly until finally, Raphael kissed my forehead tenderly and then hugged me tightly, a gesture that surprised me somewhat.
I gasped violently, my throat felt like it was being grabbed by someone, even though I wanted to say something, I couldn't seem to say anything at all, and my tears eventually fell.
Raphael did not keep doing this, he quickly pulled away from me, he looked at me quietly, and I surprisingly felt sadness in the rush, even if Raphael and this emotion is not quite right.
Then, he released me.
Before Raphael got up, he looked at me and said, "Lena, have you never wondered why the two of us are the way we are now?"
My body seemed to suddenly freeze. I cringed at what Rafael was going to say next, and I already knew what he wanted to say to me.
Rafael looked at me and I finally looked into his eyes.
Those eyes that were so similar to William's had completely different emotions from William's.