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The Virgin widow – Season 1 – Episode 6

THE VIRGIN WIDOW.😱
{A Night That Never Passed}

EPISODE 6. LOVERS AS FRIENDS.

Astera’s P.O.V.

I stared at Stefan with a whole lot of sadness. He wants to know what is happening.

I got up and turned away, “There’s nothing to tell, Stefan. You never wanted to listen to me three years ago, so why now?”

His lips thinned when I mentioned three years ago. His mouth opened and I mentally prepared myself for his usual mouth lash.

None came.

“Let’s go out, Tera.” He grunted instead, “For just one day, let’s forget the past…the pains…everything. Let’s just go out.”

“We were friends once.” He continued, “We were friends before we went into a relationship. So, let’s go out like friends.”

My heart…my heart I thought was dead…fluttered.

I turned and stared at him suspiciously. Three years ago, I would have jumped on him and did a happy dance. Now….that old happiness is still there…but I’m emotionally tired.

“Why? Don’t you think it’s better if we go our separate ways?” The words caused me pain and I don’t even know why.

He got up too and took my hands into his. “No. It won’t be better. Let’s just go out…anywhere…without the thought of yesterday.”

“Alright.” I conceded. This house is haunting me, I want to be out of it. “Just give me a few minutes to dress up.”

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Thirty minutes later, Stefan and I were getting to our destination. He had asked me where I’ll like to go, I had thought of all the places that’ll be fun and finally, I reminded him of event center where children plays.

“Yes, I remember when we used to go there together.” He said as he drove, “Do you remember.”

I nodded, smiling a little. The truth is that I never forgot a single memories Stefan and I made. I was so hopelessly in love with him, I practically fed three square meals from the time we spent together.

That was all in the past.

“We’re here.” He chimed, parking the car. We got out together.

Stefan walked to me and took my hands in his. I gave him a little smile which he returned and together, we walked into the theatre.

Stefan’s P.O.V.

In the darkness of the theatre, we watched the children play violins, sing with orchestras and dance so merrily.

Before the third dancing group finished dancing, Astera was beaming.

She was smiling so hard, I couldn’t look away from her beautiful face. I sat entranced.

This is the woman I used to know. Not the Asters that wears sadness like an invincible cloak shadowing her.

“They are so beautiful, Stef. Did you see that girl behind?” She asked excitedly, without looking at him. Her eyes were at the children performing ballet. “She just splitted that little legs of hers!” She said with awe.

I can just stare at her. Why didn’t she have children?

The question bothered me as I watched her shinning eyes devour the kids on the stage. Astera has always like children. So why didn’t she have any with her late husband?

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Hours later, the show is over. We came out of the theatre with our hands tightly together. The happy Asters was swinging our arms back and forth.

She seems pretty unaware of her actions so I left her to it.

“Where do you want to go next?” I asked her, trying to seem reluctant about it.

“Can we?” She beamed, “Let’s go have lunch first. I think I’m very hungry.”

“Any place in mind?” It’s been a long time since I came back to Magnolia. I don’t really know much exciting places anymore.

She cocked her head to the side, thinking about it. It didn’t take long for her to look at me and smiled in realization.

“I know just the place.” She sighed.

I nodded watching her as she led the way to the car. My eyes unconsciously darted to her slightly swaying backside and held.

Asters has always been a very beautiful woman, nicely curvy and with a very attractive backside.

Although she had been married for the past three years, none of these changed.

The usual sadness settled over me when I remember her marriage. The circumstances that led to her marriage. That shit never hurts less.

That she could give herself….her body…to another man when we were supposed to be madly in love with each other, hurts like hell.

I pushed it at the back of my mind. Today is not about the past at all.

“Are you coming?” She asked with a smile, as she stood at the opened car.

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