Virgin widow - S01 E07

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Virgin widow - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.

Astera’s P.O.V.

The next two months, I spent getting myself back. After Stefan and I went out on that very day he came to my house, we settled into a platonic friendship relationship.

We get together sometime, anytime we can and we just hang out. We go places and we see places.

This two months is the best thing that ever happened to me. I find myself falling in love with Stefan all over again.

It’s a feeling I fought—still fighting. It wouldn’t do me any good to fall for Stefan because I know that I’ll never want to go back into that prison called marriage ever again

I also know that Stefan will never want to marry me anyway. The wall between us is just too thick.

The past is something we never talk about, in fact, we treat outselves like there was no past.

Although sometimes I look at Stefan and I think he is remembering the past. He just doesn’t want to talk about it. Just like me.

I do know that someday, we will talk about it.

After the first day Stefan and I went out, it didn’t take me up to a week to vacate the mansion and put it up for sale.

My housekeeper and I parted on a very good note. She promised to call me when she gets to her daughter’s house. Her daughter who just gave birth.

Stefan had come to help me pack into my new house and he helped me arrange things. Now, I’ve finally settled in and it feels good.

This freedoms feels really good. The best thing that ever happened to me was living that mansion of horror.

I’m starting to find myself again and I felt myself smiling often as the days goes by. That is all thanks to Stefan.

That man has always made me happy, even without much effort. Just by being there.

We went on a business trip for the past one week and he’d called ahead last night to tell me that we’ll be having a late lunch once he gets back.

I guess that is why I find myself parading my new apartment with smile on my face.

I am in the mood for some music but I can’t even play some on the speaker because it will be loud. I have a really bad phobia for loud noises.

It’s a phobia I never had three years ago. I try to hide it from Stefan because the man has always known me as a music freak. The louder the better.

The doorbell rang.

I came out of the kitchen and found myself rushing to the door. I unlocked the deadbolt and threw it open.

Stefan stood behind the door in immaculate black suit that looks so nice on him. “Hello, Tera.” He smiled at me.

I returned the smile, opening the door wider for him to enter. His eyes took in my dressing in pure male admiration.

“You are not dressed up yet.” He observed.

“You did say it’s a late lunch. I just wanted to finish doing the dishes so I’ll prepare.” I replied sheepishly.

He nodded as he entered to take his seat on the couch. “Do you need help with the dishes?” He asked casually.

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God forbid that Daniel will ever want to get his hands dirty by doing the dishes.

“What’s with that face? Is it something I said?” He asked, his eyes running all over my face.

I smiled at him. “No, it’s nothing. I’ve finished the dishes. I’ll just get you something to drink while I get dressed.”

“Alright.”

I got him a wine before going into my room and closing the door. I quickly scanned through my wardrobe, withdrawing one if the new clothes I bought after Daniel’s burial.

All dressed up, I followed him out. One of the reasons why I’m also happy about this new house is that it’s far away from the mocking eyes of the town people.

“I have some papers to give Mr Finn in Jeksin’ street, do you mind if we eat around there?” He asked as we drove off.

I hesitated. Jeksin’s street is not so far from the storey building Daniel and I used to leave in. It’s a long journey from here.

“Alright.” I answered, knowing that there’s nothing much to do with my time for the rest of the day anyway.

The drive back to town was quite pleasant, we made small talks between comfortable silence. He told me about his trip and how it went, and I told him in turn, what I’ve been doing for the past one week.

“How is the job hunting going?” He asked.

“It’s better. I’ve narrowed down the search to three places.” The thought of a job is one I’ve put my mind in, and quite determined to get one.

It’s not because I’ve run of out money but because I need to keep myself occupied. To keep the memories of my marriage at bay.

The times I spent with Stefan and the move to a new house have occupied me for the past two months but not for longer.

I need to retain my sanity and being occupied and too busy to think is the best way to do that.

Daniel made sure that I’ll be half-mad from staying married to him before he died.

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