The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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"Doctor what can I do?" I spoke through sobs, the agony burning me from within.
"We have to take small steps. First we need to show him that you are fine. Don't try to rush and run to him. But show him that you are here for him"
The doctor kept on giving me instructions and I nodded my head in a hurry, eager to go to Marcus. "Doctor can I go now?"
"Okay. Come with me"
We walked up the stairs and the doctor slowly opened the large door. The room was big but dark as the beige curtains partly covered the huge windows behind it.
There, at the the corner of the room sat Marcus on the floor, curled up into a ball. His knees were pressed to his chest as he buried his face in it. His entire body was trembling while he rocked back and forth, blood gushing out of a clean cut on his left hand.
My heart throbbed in pain as I felt myself drown in the agony I created. Small shards of glass scraping my inner skin, trying to rip out the heart to weaken the grief igniting within me. It was too unbearable for me to even look at.
I fell down to my knees and closed my mouth with my hands to stop myself from crying. But a small whimper escaped my lips and Marcus looked up.
Suddenly his eyes widened upon seeing me. He quickly scrambled to the further back and looked at me in horror.
"Marcus-"
"No no get away from me. Go away"
"Marcus please"
"No no Serapha I will hurt you. I will hurt you again. I'm just like her. I killed you. You were- you were covered in blood. I killed you"
I scooted closer and sat in front of him. "Marcus look at me baby. Look at me. I'm fine" I begged in despair.
"No no" he closed his eyes and looked down, his fingers trembling in fear. I looked at the door and the doctor nodded at me and left. I was not to rush but I couldn't control myself anymore.
"Serapha you had blood every. You were gone. Y-you left me. You left me" Marcus whispered in a low tone as hurt and pain filled his voice.
"No I'm here Marcus. I'm here for you. Please look at me" I hopelessly begged, tears staining my face, filling me with grief.
I touched his chin with the my finger tips and raised his head to look at me. "Marcus open your eyes"
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I started crying more louder seeing the tears in his eyes. "Marcus I'm so-i'm so sorry"
"C-Serapha. You are really here?" He asked me, his eyes roaming around me to check if I was real.
I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands and nodded my head. "Yes, see I'm real"
He raised his hand and slowly wiped away the tears. "Don't cry"
The corners of my lips tugged up into a small smile as I realized my Marcus was still here. The one who doesn't like to see me cry.
"Then you don't too"
His face gleamed in happiness and he gave the smallest but the most cutest smile I have ever seen. I laughed at his childishness and kissed his forheard.
Marcus stretched his legs and dragged me onto his lap. He wrapped his hands around my waist and brought me to his chest. "You are real"
"Yes I am"
"But I saw you, lying on the road cover-"
"That was in the past. I'm fine now" I gently kissed his cheek and leaned back on his chest.
"I'm-i'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I did and tell. I'm sorry" He closed his eyes and a drop of tear fell down to his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Serapha. It my fault-"
"Marcus don't say that. It was my fault too. I'm sorry for bringing your mother and you don't have to apologize anymore because I already forgave you. Please don't cry. It breaks my heart" I said with a broken voice, struggling to control my own sorrow.
"Will you leave me again?"
"No I won't. I will stick to you like a chewing gum" He gave a small chuckle and it made my heart flutter.
"Marcus you are bleeding. You need to put on some ointment" I started getting out of his lap but he dragged me back, looking alarmed.
"You are leaving me?" His face gleamed in fear, his fingers tightening around my wrist.
"What? No of course not. I'm just going downstairs to get the doctor"
"No don't go. You will leave me. You will leave me" He sat me back on his lap and buried his face in my neck. And that was when I realized how much broken he was. I stroked his head and murmmed soothing words in his ear trying to comfort him.
Luckily the doctor opened the door and came in. He bandaged the wound before leaving.
"Why did you do this Marcus?" I touched his wounded hand and asked him. He gulped loudly and looked at me in guilt. "I was ashamed of what I did. I raised my hand to you. I-"
"We have to take small steps. First we need to show him that you are fine. Don't try to rush and run to him. But show him that you are here for him"
The doctor kept on giving me instructions and I nodded my head in a hurry, eager to go to Marcus. "Doctor can I go now?"
"Okay. Come with me"
We walked up the stairs and the doctor slowly opened the large door. The room was big but dark as the beige curtains partly covered the huge windows behind it.
There, at the the corner of the room sat Marcus on the floor, curled up into a ball. His knees were pressed to his chest as he buried his face in it. His entire body was trembling while he rocked back and forth, blood gushing out of a clean cut on his left hand.
My heart throbbed in pain as I felt myself drown in the agony I created. Small shards of glass scraping my inner skin, trying to rip out the heart to weaken the grief igniting within me. It was too unbearable for me to even look at.
I fell down to my knees and closed my mouth with my hands to stop myself from crying. But a small whimper escaped my lips and Marcus looked up.
Suddenly his eyes widened upon seeing me. He quickly scrambled to the further back and looked at me in horror.
"Marcus-"
"No no get away from me. Go away"
"Marcus please"
"No no Serapha I will hurt you. I will hurt you again. I'm just like her. I killed you. You were- you were covered in blood. I killed you"
I scooted closer and sat in front of him. "Marcus look at me baby. Look at me. I'm fine" I begged in despair.
"No no" he closed his eyes and looked down, his fingers trembling in fear. I looked at the door and the doctor nodded at me and left. I was not to rush but I couldn't control myself anymore.
"Serapha you had blood every. You were gone. Y-you left me. You left me" Marcus whispered in a low tone as hurt and pain filled his voice.
"No I'm here Marcus. I'm here for you. Please look at me" I hopelessly begged, tears staining my face, filling me with grief.
I touched his chin with the my finger tips and raised his head to look at me. "Marcus open your eyes"
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I started crying more louder seeing the tears in his eyes. "Marcus I'm so-i'm so sorry"
"C-Serapha. You are really here?" He asked me, his eyes roaming around me to check if I was real.
I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands and nodded my head. "Yes, see I'm real"
He raised his hand and slowly wiped away the tears. "Don't cry"
The corners of my lips tugged up into a small smile as I realized my Marcus was still here. The one who doesn't like to see me cry.
"Then you don't too"
His face gleamed in happiness and he gave the smallest but the most cutest smile I have ever seen. I laughed at his childishness and kissed his forheard.
Marcus stretched his legs and dragged me onto his lap. He wrapped his hands around my waist and brought me to his chest. "You are real"
"Yes I am"
"But I saw you, lying on the road cover-"
"That was in the past. I'm fine now" I gently kissed his cheek and leaned back on his chest.
"I'm-i'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I did and tell. I'm sorry" He closed his eyes and a drop of tear fell down to his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Serapha. It my fault-"
"Marcus don't say that. It was my fault too. I'm sorry for bringing your mother and you don't have to apologize anymore because I already forgave you. Please don't cry. It breaks my heart" I said with a broken voice, struggling to control my own sorrow.
"Will you leave me again?"
"No I won't. I will stick to you like a chewing gum" He gave a small chuckle and it made my heart flutter.
"Marcus you are bleeding. You need to put on some ointment" I started getting out of his lap but he dragged me back, looking alarmed.
"You are leaving me?" His face gleamed in fear, his fingers tightening around my wrist.
"What? No of course not. I'm just going downstairs to get the doctor"
"No don't go. You will leave me. You will leave me" He sat me back on his lap and buried his face in my neck. And that was when I realized how much broken he was. I stroked his head and murmmed soothing words in his ear trying to comfort him.
Luckily the doctor opened the door and came in. He bandaged the wound before leaving.
"Why did you do this Marcus?" I touched his wounded hand and asked him. He gulped loudly and looked at me in guilt. "I was ashamed of what I did. I raised my hand to you. I-"
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