Anya was working seriously in her studio. She tried to make herself busy as to not think about other things.
When an invited guest came directly at her studio.
Andrei stepped inside the studio holding a big bouquet of roses. Anya saw this ad she could only sigh as she got up from her seat to approach the man.
“Andrei, I had made myself clear-“
Andrei did not let Anya finish as he directly presented the roses in front of her face. “Sweetheart, this is for you.” Andrei smiled cheekily, brushing off Anya’s words.
Anya sighed again and became problematic. Andrei saw this and tried to appease Anya.
“Look, sweetie, please give me a chance, okay? I promise I’ll do right this time. So please, I’m your husband, you should give your chance to those who are close to you rather than strangers, right?” Andrei said with his persistent words.
Anya’s gaze gradually became cold.
“Andrei, no matter what you do, I don’t have any feelings for you anymore.” She said with a cold voice.
She turned back and took something from her bag. Then she went to face Andrei once again and handed her the wedding ring.
“I am returning this to you. With this, I hope you understand that whatever happened between us, can never be repaired and be the same again.” She shoved the ring to Andrei’s chest. The ring slid down and Andrei caught it. It nearly slipped off his fingers. This made him upset and look back at Anya intensely.
“You still say it is not about Damon, huh? Then why won’t you give me a chance, but go on a date with that bastard?! Just say you wanted him more than me, right?” Andrei said with acid in his voice.
“Andrei, stop it! I’m so tired of saying this again and again! It is not about Damon! He had nothing to do with this! What’s between you and me had long done, so don’t involve people like you have never been so despicable!” Anya said, already annoyed.
But Andrei seemed to be deaf with all of these.
“You don’t need to look for someone better. I have made products that are going excellent. I don’t need to cooperate with the Castellano, but rather, I will surpass them. sooner or later, I will destroy them and be the one in the lead!” He said with an excited voice.
Anya wrinkled her brows at this.
“You did those things to make the Castellano help me right? Well now, I don’t need it. You don’t need to do it sweetheart! I’ll do the fighting. All you need to do is comeback to me.” He said softly as he tried to embrace Anya.
But Anya took a step back and raised her arms to stop him.
“Whatever you do has nothing to do with me. So please leave, please respect me this time and accept my decision. Prove to me you are still a human being.” Anya said, not caring a bit about all his words.
She turned around to leave, ordering her assistants to see Andrei out.
Andrei downed another shot of liquor. He sat on a bar as he drowned his sorrow away. He took out the ring Anya returned to her and stared at it with dazed eyes.
Gradually, his eyes turned red and his gaze turned into anger as he threw the ring in the ground.
He slumped his back at the sofa as he pondered today’s events.
He did not expect Anya would be this stubborn. She used to be soft and obedient. What the held did that Damon Castellano feed her to make her like this?!
Andrei’s anger for Damon heightened a new level as he stared at his glass with heavy eyes.
‘I’ll take you down, mark my words.’
Andrei thought with dark eyes as he downed another shot.
At night, a luxurious car was parked in an inconspicuous place in an alley. The person inside the car watched a woman close up a studio and walked away to flag a cab.
He watched her standing alone for a while, her gentle and delicate face held a serene but somber expression. Not long, a cab arrived and the woman got in.
The man stared fixedly at the her. He thought he had really gone crazy and pathetic. Even though he was upset and angry at her, he cannot help but worry and wanted to know everything happening in her life.
He saw the leaving cab and his deep and commanding voice ordered the driver in front. “Follow them.”
Anya arrived at her apartment. She tiredly slipped of from her shoes and went directly to her room.
She opened the door and turned on the lights. She aimlessly threw her bag somewhere.
It was the usual, lonely night. Only in these times does Anya feel how depressing her life is. Everything is the same, happening over and over again.
As she looked at the empty and cold room from the doorway, she could not help but sigh as there is no choice but accept this pitiful life.
When she went in, she stopped to look at the bed. It was in that bed where the three of them slept together for the first time.
She cannot deny that at those times, she felt she was on cloud nine. She had never been as happy in her whole life.
She can’t help but sigh. If only it was that easy.
She slowly walked to the bed and sat. She caressed the surface if the bed slowly, reminiscing that night. She can’t help but visit that memory every night, when she would go to bed.
Because she knew it will never happen again.
She would go back to her normal, meager life. she would lay on this bed, alone.
Anya slowly laid on the bed. She hugged the sheets and drew it close to her, just like how she hugged her son that night.
She closed her eyes and once again visited that blissful memory. And with that, Anya slept that night with wet cheeks.