The doctor has been gone for over an hour now but she has not woken up yet.

I held her not so warm hands in mine while tears threatened to leave my eyes.

"Damian.." she whispered, her conscious retuningretuningwhile while I got up to grab the glass of water with medicines.

Slowly I helped her up and the moment her eyes fell on me, they widened. Not in shock, not in comfort. In fear.

Water filled her eyes while she backed up from me, muttering

"Please.. no. not again.."

Her whole body was trembling as if she had witnessed some devil here.

I lifted my hand to caress her hair but she raised her hands before her face whimpering loudly.

My hand stopped in the air wondering why she did that.

"You thought I was going to hit you?" I asked softly. How can she even think of that??

She backed up on the bed more before whispering "yo... you have grabbed my hair before"

It was so low as if she didn't want me to hear it. But I did.

My heart clenched in pain even thinking about it.

No wonder she is always so afraid and uptight around me. I can't even count the number of times I have grabbed her hair harshly and bruised her hands. Even now I could see the purple bruises on them.

It broke my heart to see her like this. How could I do this?

I pulled her into a hug, this time met no resistance as she let her tears flow freely breaking my heart little by little while I held her tightly silently apologizing for all the wrong things I did.

My fingers automatically ran over her long silky hair while her breaths became even and body slowly relaxed.

Pulling the cover over her, I opted to leave only to be held by her as she again fell asleep.

Carefully, I got myself into the bed beside her and just like every other night, she hid her face into my sternum, snuggling into my body to get as much as warmth she could.

Truth be told, her body has always been somewhat cold providing a form of soothness to my warm body.

I kissed her hair softly before embracing my hands around her when my phone buzzed.

Our or more accurately her photos from tonight's party constantly displayed into the screen making my blood boil to tear him down.

This is the third time after our marriage.

Soon Mateo, soon. Only I wouldn't be the one to send you to hell, but your own blood will.

With that I fell into a peaceful sleep with my love in my hold.

Squinting her eyes up, Violet stretched her hands to find the bed beside her cold and empty.

For some unknown reason, her heart depleted at the absence of his warmth.

Knowing there is no way out, she disregarded her thoughts and got up on her feet not so ready to start her day.

Just then a well dressed Damian came out of the closet, the blue blazer making him ten times more handsome.

With a soft smile, he strode towards her and embraced her in his warm hug she surprisingly missed and leaned in to kiss her lips. But violet turned her face making him kiss her cheek instead.

He softly chuckled at her reaction and whispered in her ears seductively

"I won't let you go like this next time, love"

His warm breath tingled her cheeks and with another kiss on her neck, he left leaving her all shy and red.