“Seems like it is my younger sister who forgot who her husband is!” Shelly commented
“What do you mean by that, Shelly?” I asked her.
“What else would I mean?” She replied. “Just look at you. Spending the night in a fancy restaurant, when your husband is obviously not around.”
“I’ve been looking for Cain.” I told her.
“And why are you looking for me?” Cain asked.
“The family doctor took my pulse yesterday. He said it’s a boy.” I told him.
“What are you talking about?” Shelly’s voice began to shake.
“I’m three weeks pregnant with our child.” Was all I said.
I saw Shelly stiffen, then she turned to Cain, who at that moment was looking down as if he was caught having an illicit affair.
“Is she telling the truth?” She asked.
“Yes” was Cain’s brief reply.
“Go home with your wife!” Shelly icily told Cain.
With her head held high, she walked away from us without looking back.
Cain looked accusingly at me and chased after Shelly, who at that moment was already getting out of the restaurant through its elegant double doors.
I felt a painful tug in my chest as I watched my husband. Marriage was nothing to him, even when I told him that I am carrying his child, it’s Shelly who only matters.
Tears started to well in my eyes. Maximus Vine handed me his handkerchief. Gratefully I accepted it, as I utter mumbled words of gratitude, I started to dab my eyes. It faintly smelled of green tea and citrus Sakura – my perfume. I didn’t dwell on it much and thought that Maximus Vine coincidentally has the same preference in perfume.
“Are you really planning to go with your husband?” He asked.
I laughed bitterly.
“As the situation stands, I think I’ll go back home by myself.” I said bitterly.
“In our world, waiting for things to unfold is foolish.” He reminded me.
“I know. My mother told me the same thing” I said.
“Your mother is a remarkable woman.” He said with admiration.
“Was. Her sickness claimed her.” I said, tears welling in my eyes again.
“She still is.” Maximus Vine insisted. “You are her legacy, a living proof of her awesomeness, she can’t be put as a mere “was” by anyone.”
“You must be speaking about my older sister Shelly. She’s more capable than I am” I contradicted him.
“Serena” he softly called my name.
The way he called me made me look up at him. His eyes met mine, and I was instantly captivated. It was filled with kindness and another emotion I dare not put a name.