Chương 26: Intense
The first time I returned to this life, I found myself surprisingly at peace; there was no overwhelming sadness within me. In my previous life, when I had left him behind, I felt a twinge of upset, but it was never so intense that it would bring me to tears. A sob struggled to escape me but I held my breath to keep it at bay. However, when the memories began to resurface and I found the courage to speak what I now recognize as utter nonsense to that husband, it was in that moment that the tears began to flow freely. In that past life, I felt an undeniable, pure love for my husband.
That version of me was so deeply dedicated to him that it became the very reason for her existence… much like what this dog husband just expressed!
The words he spoke acted like a trigger, one after another, stirring up emotions within me that I should not have even been allowed to feel, emotions that seemed to belong to another time and place.
As I stood there, I felt an overwhelming urge to caress my stomach, my mind drifting to thoughts of the child I had longed for, a child who had yet to make their presence known in this world. His words were powerful, and I found myself at a loss for how to articulate my own feelings; I couldn't even begin to describe the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. For what felt like an eternity, I remained there in silence, tears streaming down my face. When I finally looked up, I noticed he was gone; I couldn't believe he would be so heartless as to leave me alone in my vulnerable state. So, in a rush, I sprinted to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water to try to regain my composure, and hastily applied some facial cream in an effort to look presentable.
As I walked out of the bathroom, still processing everything, I suddenly heard his voice echoing in my ears from somewhere nearby, "Wife, are you…are you okay?" he asked in a hesitant tone, slightly louder than necessary. There he was, confidently striding toward me. Getting ahold of my emotions I tried my best to fix my face even though it would not help much before he fully arrived before me.
I pursed my lips tightly, bowing my head to look down at the ground and intentionally ignoring him. "Wife? I…I must apologize, I actually have something special for you." Curiosity, my subtle enemy, forced me to look up against my better judgment.
This dog husband always seems to bring good things which never disappoints me.
"Wife," he called softly, gritting my teeth with a thousand thoughts in mind I really wanted to try the runaway act but it was not in my nature and also…ehm…hm…my husband likes to chase, strip and pound me like a savage.
I felt his searing gaze, and knew he was probably looking down at my slightly shorter form—ok he was almost a head taller—with that panty-wetting gaze. Swallowing at how quickly my mind became 'gutter-like', I forced my gaze to look at what he held in his hands rather than his handsome face.
You know sometimes I want to regret marrying such a husband who turned me into a slut.
In his hand, he held a two-litre flask, the cover ingeniously designed to double as a cup, capable of holding a hundred milliliters of tea. "I soaked the eight tea for you overnight and almost forgot to bring it," he said, his tone though low was filled with excitement. His words made me want to cry all over again, but instead, I found myself lifting my head slowly, blurred from tears gazing up at him, unable to tear my eyes away from his captivating existence. "Thank you, husband," I replied, summoning a smile, which I hoped looked genuine and not like the ugly crying smile.
What the hell is going on now?
I feel so damn emotional!
I stepped closer, intending to place a soft kiss on his cheek, but the meddlesome man, with his persistence, wrapped his arm around my waist, making me feel almost as if he were bending me backwards, and then he captured my lips in a way I hadn't anticipated.
In that moment, his other hand found its way to my generous derriere, pushing me against his firm, hardened length. I was taken aback by the boldness of his touch as he trailed kisses along the corners of my mouth, and down the length of my neck, sending shivers racing through my body.
My body the traitor reacted.
The sadness that previously threatened to engulf me seemed to be just a passing memory because of this man. I allowed myself to fall into the moment.
Core clenching, the tip of my twin peaks hardened, however, annoyance bubbled up inside me, and I managed to pull back, shaking my head.
Fuck! This dog, man, my panties! Ahhh! I have to leave soon!
Clenching my hands at my side, I continued to curse him in my mind. Is this a side effect of my rebirth to be so moody?
To want him but still reject him?
Cry like a 'girl'?
It is all this dog man's fault! yeh, if he had just— no, I cant blame him, it is my fault I have forgotten my new goal since returning.
Divorce! And take my padded jacket with me. After all, a man with such excellent genes our daughter will be beautiful.
"You dog man!" I exclaimed, the irritation spilling out as I confronted him, finding it increasingly difficult to reign in my frustration. "Wife, please don't lose your temper," he responded, though the teasing grin on his face suggested he was enjoying my frustration. I sneered at him, taking a deliberate step back to regain some semblance of personal space. "I have to go, the appointment might take a while," I grumbled to inform him indirectly that we have no time to do what he wanted nor what I wanted as well. "Then wife," he paused taking a step to reach me once again leaning down this time, "I will wait until you return," he whispered.
What the hell?!
Can I cough blood?
Obviously I could not, so I could only looking at him with a stunned look before shaking my head and walking away
Little did I know, another pair of eyes nearby was watching the entire exchange, giving me a smouldering look that added an unexpected tension to the moment.
I walked across the long hall area toward the door, my mind still swirling with thoughts of what had just transpired. I paused for a moment, glancing back at my husband, who still stood there, an amused expression on his face, before finally walking through the door, feeling the weight of the parallel gaze lingering behind me.
I hope his balls hurt!
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