If Only She Knew - Season 1 - Episode 29

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If Only She Knew - Season 1 - Episode 29

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EMILY’S POV
Cracks are now embedded like the break of dawn yet this path I chose is moonless like a cloudy
night. If only I knew and my eyes could speak they would reveal sorrow and not love.

Every tear
drop resurrected from the hate I received from my own children for my grave mistake from water
bodies and I the source drowning in pain.

If only my heart could speak and tell that I now pray the
Lord save me from my mistaken past.

Perhaps I blame my body but now at it’s mercy I feel deprived for a better present I would have but
instead chose the idle pleasures I wanted. The scars I left you with now a sign of victory. A victory
as the Lord has resurrected you from your torment and problems like a burning phoenix with you
being blessed abundantly by him.

At a crucial stage in life I now know I should have waited and listened. Listened, cause I now cry
and longer smile and left wishing for our tomorrow. A tomorrow that would have been better than
my present as I now go through abuse and torment from the man I sought solace in.

My love for
things has left me in broken dream behind now I explore hoping that I went back in time and chose
to grow with you and not just in love but even in times of despair.

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She put the photo in her bag, got up the bed and wiped the tears. She needed to get out of the house before Max comes back.

She heard the car sound and looked through the window. It was
Max.

She didn’t care less what he was going to say. She was ready to face him and had nothing to
lose. She walked out of the room and waited for him in the loudge. She sat on the sofa folding her
arms, legs crossed. He opened the door and walked inside the house.

“Hie!” he greeted her and she ignored him. “Is something wrong?” he walked to her and sat beside
her. He took her hand. “I am sorry about what I did the other day. I didn’t mean to beat you up. I
was mad at you. I am sorry I want to make it up to you,” he said softly.

“What are you saying?” she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“We moving to London.”
“What?!” she exclaimed getting up.
She didn’t expect him to say that. Moving to London with him, meant she was never going to be able to see her kids. She missed them and needed to try to ask for their forgiveness.

“Why are we moving to London?”
“I figure out with Andrew working at my company it will be hard on you. Listen Emily I may have
killed my ex-wife and beat you up but what I feel for you is real. I love you with all of my heart. I am
addicted to you,” he walked to her.
She didn’t believe him. He was up to something.

“Please! Love me? You have been treating me badly for the past few months. You incapable of
love. You are a killer, psychopath. You are crazy. I know I was a fool to have married you,” she
threw the words at him as if he was no human being.

He tried to make sense of her words. What was she trying to tell him. He tried to form the words,
tried to tell her he wasn’t a killer. He grabbed her by her waist and kissed her.

“This is what you do to me,” his voice was hoarse with emotion. “I can’t think around you. I can’t
sleep without you by myside. I can’t let you go. For once in my life I have never loved anyone the
way I love you. You drive me insane,” he sniffed. “Your scent.”

He placed his palm on the wall above her shoulder, his face coming closer to hers, bringing him
irresistibly close. Too close.

“I want you, Emily,” he said huskily as he lowered his head to kiss her.

She moved sideways, away from him, but instantly he placed his other hand abover her shoulder.

Trapping her.

“I want you with a passion so raw it almost hurts. Infact it does.”

She looked up into his red eyes, so close. She pushed him and he almost fell on the floor.
“What are you doing Emily?” he asked. He grinned.

He moved away from her and went to lock the door.

“Now you not going anywhere. Come here my baby, Emy. Emy, my sweetheart, Daddy Max is
here,” he said getting close to her.

“Don’t you dare come close to me Max. You are crazy.”

“Yes yes yes. I am crazy in love with you. Oh my goodness!” he shouted hands on his head. “I am
crazily in love with you. I don’t know why I am so in live with you,” he burst out laughing. “This is
so funny. You know what I want us to have a baby. I need a baby. Come here Emily,” he ran to her and knocked her down on the floor. “I will make love to you.”
“Let go of me!” she shouted beating him with her hands.

She gave him a punch. He got up and she kicked him on his genitals.
“Aaaaaargh!” he let out a scream. “What the hell is wrong with you? D--n you!”
He got up and slapped her on the cheek. He pushed her against the wall. He was about to
strangle her when she kicked him again on his genitals. She ran to the kitchen and took the knife
from the drawer. He got up and the moment he looked behind. She stabbed him on the chest. He
screamed in pain and balanced by the wall. She didn’t stop but stabbed him again, again and
again, countless times.