My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Fourteen

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

14: Sakura’s Tale

Sakura woke up as sunlight hit the windows. Syaoran was beside her, naked as she is, and they were still both connected...

It had been their habit, and he never disentangled himself from her. It brought about an odd sort of comfort to both of them, so no harm done.

It’s been three months since they got married, but still, no signs of children at all. It was frustrating for both of them, as they both long for a child. She sighed, and gently nudged her sleeping husband. When he didn’t move, she got up, removing him from her.

“Syaoran-kun, aren’t you supposed to be at a meeting today, huh?” She said in a teasing voice.

He groaned, and then pulled her closer towards him.

“C’mon, it’s already seven in the morning,” she said as she kissed him gently on the lips.

He got up reluctantly, and without bothering to clothe himself, he headed for the shower room. But halfway there he stopped and came back. He pulled her up and carried her to the shower. He pushed her against a wall and entered her, making wild love to her.

“Syaoran-kun!” She shrieked.

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Sakura smiled to herself as she remembered that day’s wonderful morning. She can’t help but redden every time she remembers the wicked things they do together.

Today, they were married exactly three months ago, and she baked him his favorite chocolate cake that they could share during break.

The Elders had no idea how they both defied them. She grinned wickedly to herself.

‘Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and I’m homebound...

Staring blankly ahead, just making my way through the crowd...’

She sang happily, as she walked out of their flat.

Half an hour later, she walked towards his office, smiling happily...

...not knowing that their marriage was about to end.

She went directly to his office’s door. The secretary wasn’t there, and she was silently glad because Kimberly Oda was Keira’s high school friend, and she didn’t like her one bit...and vice-versa.

‘Probably out for lunch,’ she thought.

Smiling, she opened the door, ready to surprise him. Instead, she got shocked.

No, not shocked. Just numbed.

For Syaoran was there, all right.

But Kimberly Oda was straddling his lap, kissing him passionately, only wearing dark red lacy underwear, and nothing on top.

For a moment, she thought she might faint.

Moments later, she was running like hell out of the place.

Before she could hail a taxi, though, everything went black.

And she didn’t see a pair of coal black eyes staring at her, looking deeply amused.

When she woke up, a bit disoriented, she was already in a hospital.

“Hello, glad you’re awake!” A cheerful voice called to her.

“W-Where am I?” She asked shakily.

“Tokyo Hospital. Your husband was quick to get you here.” The nurse added, smiling at her.

At the mere mention of ‘husband,’ a boiling rage swept over her.

“Wha—”before she could say anything, another nurse entered the room.

“Oh, Mrs. Fujiyama, you’re awake already?”

Then another person entered the room.

Kakashi Fujiyama. The person she despised the most, aside from Keira.

“You?” She asked, enraged.

“Hey, hey! Don’t strain yourself! I brought you here because you fainted. You owe me one!” The nurses tactically left as he spoke.

“Yeah, but that won’t make me forget what YOU did!”

He didn’t answer.

“That’s all done for. Are you aware that you are pregnant? I hope you don’t mind when I told them we’re married...”

Pregnant? Now, more than ever? Oh, God. She wanted to faint all over again.

She decided to forgive Kakashi because she felt too drained out to get mad again, and learned that he wasn’t all bad. Besides, it was a long time ago...though she still felt resentment towards him for loving Keira so much to the point of destroying her life. He even offered to take her home.

He kissed her on the cheek before leaving, but she didn’t notice. She was too shocked, too numbed, and too mad.

With a heavy heart, she entered the house.

“Who’s that guy?”

She turned. There was Syaoran, the worst lying bastard she ever met.

Without even thinking, she began to hit him hard. He looked mad himself, but she didn’t mind. She hated him too much to care.

“I hate you, you lying, cheating bastard!”

“Don’t put the blame on me, bitch!”

She froze. He seemed to freeze, too.

“What? What did you call me? How dare you!” She said and continued hitting him.

“Stop it!” He shouted, and she cowered a bit.

“How many men?” He whispered ferociously, his pincer-like grip bruising her arm. “Just how many men can satisfy you, you slut?”

Her eyes widened at what he wanted to imply. She felt pain sting her heart, but chose to ignore it.

“Don’t you put the blame on me, cheat!” She screamed, somewhat hoarsely. Her eyes felt stingy, but she stopped the tears from falling. “I’m leaving. I’m leaving your damned whorehouse, you bastard!”

He looked stunned this time. She took her chance to run upstairs and fiercely began packing her things.

An hour later, all her bags packed, two photo frames broken clutched in her left hand, she walked out of their house, head held high. And him not bothering to stop her...

...as she walked out of his life.

Everything they built together shattered, crashed down in just a day.

Just one day destroyed them both.

The tears just won’t stop falling. Her confusion blinded her. It all happened too fast. And her feet carried her to her brother’s new home, and Yukito was also there.

Heartbroken, hoarse-voiced, she told them what happened. Both wanted to get back at her husband (It seemed foreign to her ears already), but she stopped them both. It’s just not worth it. Not worth it at all.

She stayed the night there, but left immediately the next day.

She decided to leave Tokyo and Tomoeda behind her. She went to Okinawa, a relatively far place, looking for a fresh place to start.

But the tears never stopped from falling. Her heart never stopped breaking.

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Sakura felt her eyes burn. Tears had leaked out of her eyes. She had been crying in her sleep.

She stared around the room, and felt déjà vu wash over her. It’s like waking up six years ago and finding herself pregnant. Only, it’s Tonya who is with her. Not some other person. She looked at the clock beside her. It’s only four in the morning.

She sighed.

Then she remembered what happened yesterday, and cold fear gripped her.

‘What happens now hat happens now?’ Will he take Xiao Chen away?

Her tears fell again...