George's POV
It's been an hour since we went to the hospital after Hyeri's dangerous fall. But I was so surprised to see my husband appearing before me.
He has no slippers on, his hair is messed up and it looks like he didn't even bother to wash his face before going here.
Like he just woke up from the bed and then leave.
"What are you talking about?" He's still not aware of what he has done. I rolled my eyes.
"Let's talk when Yael's not around. Especially, we have to talk about important details regarding Hyeri." Yael held my hand and kissed it.
"I'll go inside Hyeri's room, Mom. Go ahead." He walked away and didn't even wait for my approval.
What a sweet son I have. How did he even mature so fast?
"Now tell me." He's still insisting that he has no idea why I'm acting so fucking weird, huh? "What do we need to talk about? What am I missing? Why am I late? Why are you suddenly acting oddly?" His brows furrowed, while I put both of my hands on my waist.
"You're crazy to say 'SUDDENLY' because I didn't drastically JUST become like this in a snap. As if it just came out of my mind. It was always your fault!" Argh, it shouldn't have to be this difficult to talk to him. But I can't keep it to myself that he's really... really... hurting me.
"What do you mean? Wifey whatever it is that you're thinking, it's nothing like that. I've never done anything that could hurt you again, I've learned my lesson and you know that." He was begging, wary about my response.
"You came home drunk! And the girl who brought you home is your girl, Cara!!!"
He was so confused. His brows furrowed and it seems he couldn't find the right words to say.
I'm starting to weep which I don't really want to do or to feel in front of him. So I wiped it.
"That's because—"
"Oh please don't try to reason out to me. I don't want to understand you or to hear anything from you. Let me just get soaked into this madness." I walked out of the hospital. This is embarrassing.
People are starting to notice and I don't want to get so much attention right now. Especially because I was fighting with my husband!
That's the worst reason I could ever have.
"GEORGE! COME BACK!" His voice now sounded authoritative. Why am I suddenly feeling chills down my spine? I can't stop walking away from him.
He reached me.
Fuck! "Stop following me!" I said as I turned my head upon him. I was breathing nervously and had this guts I'll be having anxiety attacks later. God!
"You're overreacting! It's too much to bear, we're in public, George. People see us!" he said like he was trying to avoid shouting but the urge is evident in his tone.
"Now I'm overreacting? Tell me, why are we even here in the first place? In this beach which you propose for us family to go?" I asked. I can't help.
My heart is beating so fast, and I'm confused, emotional, and hurt... all of these random emotions just can't leave my mind.
He's a bit messed up.
"Well, I wanted to make it up to you. I wanted to relax with---"
"Exactly! You wanted to relax. But have you ever done that? Wait, did you ever ask me if I'm feeling relaxed? NO!" I was mad.
"George, we both know that you're just acting like this because of Cara and your stupid imaginations. I didn't do anything. You know that from the bottom of your heart!" He defended himself while tears flow down his cheeks. He tried to reach for my arm but I rejected him over and over again.
"Stupid? You're calling my intuition stupid? How about the fact that you drank alcohol with her when all you said is you'll be having a deal about BUSINESS? Or maybe, you're just using BUSINESS as a cover-up reason so I wouldn't suspect." I crossed my arms across my chest.
"I drank alcohol, but it was just one shot, and it's fucking tequila!" He's calmer now, and so am I. I let him hug me. "You know I'm a hard drinker, baby."
"Stop lying you son of a bitch!" I hit his back while he hugged me. "You've done this to me, always. And you keep on making me look like a laughingstock. Did you even know that she laugh at me for having you in her arms as she brought you to our suite, DRUNK?!"
"And where am I now? Who am I trying to pursue? Over and over again? Did you see it now? I won't do it. I won't do whatever you were thinking. And it's hurting me to see you this miserable because of what I did in the past." He cried as his hug tightened.
"We're too old for this drama, but I can't help it. I kept on having nightmares about our past. Ahhhhcgrh..." I hugged him back, resting my chin on his broad shoulder.
"Hey hey, we're not old, okay? Don't ever say that. We're not old. It's okay to be like this, we're just us." He said. "And I can't blame you for doing this. It's all on me."
He kissed my forehead as he disentangle our hugs. "I love you. As promised, I won't do anything that bothers you. I'll stop hanging out with her just to convince Cara to sign the contract. I'm choosing you and our family. As always, wifey."
Argh... now I'm feeling guilty.
I hugged Yul, as tight as I could.
He heals my inner trauma that he gave me in the first place, again.
I looked at him with my calmer eyes. "I trust you, Yul."
"Yes, trust me. That's all I needed from you." He smile as he reached for my lips. He gave a peck on my neck, up to my lips.
I close my eyes... I loved this. His kiss is all over my face and neck now, and it feels like he was worshipping my beauty, body, and scent. I stared at my husband, does he love me this much that he can't help but kiss me in public?
The fuck, I unintentionally accepted his kiss!!!
Stranger calling...
"Oops..." I said, grinning, pushing him slightly away from me.
"That's bothersome, could you please set it aside?" he asked imagining he had puppy eyes.
"No, haha silly you, hubby. It's a call from Kate." I looked at his upset face. "Come on, darling, we could continue this later, okay?"
He smiled and let me go on my way.
Agh... I'm his hoe. I really am.
"Hello?" I said as I answer the call.
"Damn! I was so thankful you answered! Your daughter...."