Rosabel Celestia D'Oro

◄chєαtíng; ► 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈.

Walking out towards my Ashton Martin. The wind blowing straight to my face. It feels so cold, goosebumps all over my cold skin. Looking up at the night sky, it's so back and blue. Would it rain? I took long deep breaths and make my way to home.

Home is where my husband is. Today is our 6th Wedding Anniversary. We married years ago. Till this day I still remember the day when he proposed to me. We were staying 5 days in Greece, 5 days in London , 5 days in Spain, 5 days in Switzerland and lastly 5 days at Paris, France. People said that Paris is the most romantic place in the world. You can only find your true love in there, and stay happily ever. Everyday he would buy me lots of gifts , bring me to many museums, restaurants, confess how much he love me. Right, how cliché.

In our last day I woke up scared since he was not there beside me. There was a note saying to prepare myself and when I finish I should follow the other notes he left. After all the waiting and passing time it lead me to the Torre Eiffel.

The time I got out I saw him there, well also something that surprised me. He went on his knees and guess what, "𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙖....., 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.. 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 ���𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛. 𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙒𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤�� 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙎𝙤....𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚?" he said.

Finishing his confession of love for me, I froze. I couldn't believe it. My mind was repeating the words will you marry me again and again. I hugged him with all my might and cried out "YES". People who were seeing this were cheering and congratulating us. But all I was thinking was him, soon to be my husband , my love, my fiancé.

Whenever I see or think of my husband it always brings me to the very day he proposed to me, it feels like yesterday. Everything is too unreal, like a dream, a dream in which I hope it doesn't get destroyed.

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All my thoughts went away with the close view of my house. I can't wait to tell him the news and just hug him, thank him for everything. Driving my car inside the big white and grey garage. Stepping outside the floor and walking towards the door leading inside the house.

Once I got inside, I feel like home and the feeling of nervousness can't seem to stop. Well to tell the truth, the day of today gave me a feeling that something bad would happen or it was just the weather giving bad atmosphere. Walking towards the long stairs, each step I get, the more nervous I get. And I think that there are weird noises coming upstairs. Noises in which I don't know if it is illusion or real. The long and narrow hallway that I pass by is attached of all the pictures of us. Pictures of times when we go to a trip, in a ball, in galas, family dinner and many others.

" Mhmm...hahhh"

"Ugh.. ahhhhhhhhh....."

I stopped walking, staying outside in front of my bedroom frozen to the core. I really don't know if there's something wrong with my ears or what. But right know I feel like pushing the door in front of me. The only thing that blocks me of what is happening inside.

I can't move nor feel my foots. They are like glued to the floor forbidding me of walking. I'm so desperate of opening the door. The voices that sounds like moans. Yeah moans, maybe someone is hurt or is it really what I think it is. The other part of me does not want to think of it but I just can't stop it. He loves me, he won't do that, He just.... won't.

Finally having the courage, after debating of going inside or not, I slowly and quietly open the door. My faces pales, all my blood is drain from my face. I think I'm starting to have anxiety. My heart is thumping so loudly that it would explode at any moment.

The first thing I see is not my lovely and darling husband, instead I see a stocking covered with big holes, a sexy black lace thong, a black Victoria's Secret's lace bra with small butterflies design, a strapless mini bodycon burgundy dress and a black open toe ankle strap high heels along with a man's black trouser, a white shirt with buttons , a 3 piece suit and a black shiny derby shoes scattered on the smoke white marble with golden texture floor.

Horrified, is one way of describing of how I was. But also hurt. I mean, I really didn't think that he would do that. Never in my life after all the love he gave me or......was it....... fake. Even after the intense making love of yesterday. We stopped at 4:57 A.M. We even woke up today morning, having a bath together.

But now I just have so many negative thoughts in my head. Thoughts that I want to deny them. And the solution to accept them and finding if it is true is to walk forward and look up.