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The Virgin widow – Season 1 – Episode 9


{A Night That Never Passed}


Stefan’s P.O.V.

I held Astera and huddled her to the car. She isn’t saying anything and I didn’t expect her to say something either.

She sat stiffly beside me, shivering like she’s having a case of massive cold.

I gave her all the time she needed, driving out of her former house and into the streets.

It was a long drive and so many minutes later before she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry….about what just happened?” She whispered and she wasn’t even looking at me.

“What was all that about, Tera?” I kept my voice as soft as I can, to mask the confusion I was feeling.

She didn’t answer it. Instead she took me by surprise when she asked, “Can we go to your house tonight…please? I-I don’t think I can stay alone—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I stopped her when I say that it’s becoming really hard for her to speak. “Of course you can come home with me.”

💖Astera’s P.O.V💖

Whenever I remember the way I acted with Stefan, I can’t stop the flush of embarrassment that turns my cheeks ruby.

Seeing Donovan again have left me disconcerted and so raw.

I know that Stefan probably has questions to ask but he isn’t asking them now and for that I’m happy.

We arrived at his house. I took in the big house that used to be so familiar to me before.

This house has been in their generation for years. An old house but well renovated and very beautiful. The house, even from outside, practically screams old money.

He showed me to my room. His housekeeper looked at me so condescendingly, her eyes judging and calculating.

But Stefan glared at her…a cold cutting glare that can cut glass and she apologized hastily and hurried out of sight

“The shower is in the other side. I’ll check on you when you’re done.” He said gently as he made his way out of ‘my’ room.

That must be another way to say, “We’ll talk later.” I decided with a little humor as I nodded and watched him walk out.

I didn’t sit down and dwell on my encounter with Donovan. Instead, I went to the bathroom and took a nice bath.

Afterwards, I put on the white long T-shirt I found on my bed when I came out of the bathroom.

The housekeeper must have brought it in and it must be Stefan.

The T-shirt covered me pretty well and it always came up to my knees, reminding me of my petite stature. I drew in deep breaths just to take in the lingering scents of Stefan on the T-shirt.

I stood at the mirror and looked at myself. I don’t recognise the woman staring back at me.

My bad marriage changed everything about me except giving me a premature gray hair. Deep lines emphasized my once happy face, giving it more of a matured look.

I look lost. Sad. Drained.

It’s high time I let it all out of my chest, I decided. It’s high time I tell someone about it.

Stefan might have hurt me in the past, but he’s always been a good companion and a better listener. I will tell him.

♨️Stefan’s P.O.V.🧡

Astera and I ate dinner in comfortably silence. My housekeeper have retired to her small apartment at the back of the big house for the evening, leaving only Astera and I.

After dinner, she got up and took the kitchen before she joined me at the living room.

“Who was the man we met at your late husband’s house and why did he upset you so much?” I asked her softly after she took the chair opposite the sofa.

She left quite, looking down at her hands as if contemplating how to answer that question.

The silence continued to lengthen and I began to get the impression that she wouldn’t answer.

“His name is Donovan.” She replied, taking me by surprise.

I kept quiet and allowed her to continue.

“He was friends with Daniel.” She focused her gaze on one particular finger and started picking it. “Daniel he…he is not exactly a good man.”

The whispered words shocked me. “He isn’t?” I asked, my memory recalling a soft spoken good man.

She shooked her head. “No. My marriage to him was hell. He beats me all the damn time.”

“What!?” My voice came out disbelievingly.

“All the damn time. I was his personal punching bag. Daniel…he has…issues.” She swallowed as she spoke the words, “He took out his anger and frustration on me.”

Her eyes found me. “You don’t need to believe me. I know the image Daniel portrayed to the world but I was married to him, I know him.” Then, she averted her eyes. “You can’t know about Donovan though, if you don’t know about my husband.”


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