CONFESSION
CHAPTER 1
I took you for granted,
Every day in my life…
Ian gazed at the sleeping figure beside him. Her auburn curls were sprawled upon the satin pillow. He remembered every single time he took Amy for granted. Every time he failed to see her, and the role she played in his life.
As his wife…
Ian was back from the Lucian meetings, tired. Amy came running in, her radiating face was enough to light up multiple light bulbs. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I cooked something… You must be tired and hungry…"
He brushed off her arms roughly and looked at her jade orbs which were brimming with tears…
"I'm not hungry…" he said coldly as he walked past her.
Ian remembered the times when he would come home and saw Amy curled up in the couch sound asleep while waiting for him. He remembered how she would meekly obey his every word.
She stirred and faced him, sound asleep.
Ian sighed as he listened to her steady breathing.
He was taken aback when she pulled him closer to him. His lips were centimeters from hers. Ian swore that he could hear her whimpering in her sleep.
"Don't let me go, love…"
Ian's mind was far off somewhere else while the Inter-branch meeting was going on, he never realized where he was in until Natalie scared the hell out of him.
"What the-"
Natalie rolled her eyes as she stared at her brother's idiocy.
"Where's my sister-in-law?"
"At home…"
"She's the Madrigal leader, Ian. She should be here…"
Ian paid no mind to Natalie's rant.
"She told me herself that she doesn't want to go… She's feeling rather off these days…"
'I'm worried about her…' Ian would never admit that out loud.
The Cahill branch leaders talked about a new threat, the Vespers were rising to power once again. And it was quite alarming.
"There has been sightings of Vesper activities near the coast of Scotland…" Sinead, the Ekaterina leader said.
The hairs on the back of his head slowly stood up. All he can think about is Amy's safety
"The security of the Lucian base must be doubled up and around the mansion to protect Amy, Ian…"
Dan's ears perked up.
"Where's my sister, Cobra?"
"At home, she doesn't feel well…" Ian said nonchalantly.
"She's the Madrigal leader, Ian. You should have at least persuaded her to come…" Hamilton, the Tomas leader said.
"My wife isn't feeling well, Hamilton. I could not let her be in a meeting in the state she is in…" Ian argued.
Ian internally winced, he didn't want to imply his relationship to Amy…
Emotions show weakness and Kabra's do not show weakness. Ian's phone started buzzing, it was Amy's assistant. He got up and excused himself.
"What's going on, Ava?" he asked impatiently.
"Master Ian, i-its Mistress Amy… She's throwing up for an hour already, I think she might faint any second-"
Ian cut her off.
"So you just called to inform me that my wife is throwing up, Impressive Ava…" he said sarcastically.
But deep inside, he was worried…
The line was abandoned but Ian could make out one thing.
Chaos.
Something in his gut told him that he should go home and see his wife… And that feeling was a little off. Add in the threat of the Vespers rising to power.
He grabbed his coat and prepared to leave.
"Going somewhere, Ian?" Dan asked.
"It's none of your business…"
Ian leapt out of the limo and ran inside to the master's bedroom. The maids were fanning Amy who was still unconscious at this time.
He asked the maids to leave and he'll take it from here. Ian swept the loose hair hanging in his wife's face. Amy stirred and gently woke up much to Ian's relief. She slowly sat up…
"What happened, love?" she asked bewildered.
"You fainted, due to lack of fluids or shall I say disposing your fluids…" Ian said nonchalantly.
His nonchalant expression turned into a grimace.
"Why didn't you think about your health? You should have took care of yourself, Amy? You're not 5 anymore…" more
Ian hated to admit that he was worried at all, particularly towards Amy.
He remembered the conversation he had with Fiske 6 months ago…
"You must not take Amy for granted, Ian…" the man said.
Ian didn't make a single sound as Fiske was talking. The man was absolutely worrying about his grandniece and how he didn't see her much before.
"I'm not taking my wife for granted, Fiske… I'm merely protecting her…" his silky British accent was laced with nonchalance.
"I know you are protecting Amy…"
. There was sorrow in his eyes and Ian felt bad about his treatment to Amy against the Vespers
"But it is simply too much, Ian. Your acting cold towards her, its driving her crazy… She feels like a prisoner and your just taking her for granted…"
Ian stopped in his tracks,
Prisoner, is that what Amy really feels? That she is his prisoner?
Fiske stood up and gazed out at
"Every single thing has its own prominence you just don't see it because it's not gone yet. Every person has their own importance, you fail to see it because they're still here. But once they're gone, that's when you regret that you took them for granted and that you're too late…"