The Woman You Never Love

Chapter 1

ANDREW

"I love you, Andrew..."

I opened my eyes because of the woman in my dream. I sighed and sat on my bed. It's been 3 years since I started dreaming about a woman who kept saying she loved me. But I don't even know who she is.

"Andrew, hon. Are you okay?" I look at the woman beside me. My wife, Charybell.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed.

"You dream about that woman again?" She asked. She grabbed my hands and gently kissed them. I nodded.

"She keeps showing in my dreams, Wife. I don't know why this is happening to me, But every time I hear her saying how much she loves me. My heart is aching as if....I'm losing her. " I confess.

She clenched her right hand in madness, as always.

"Don't mind that woman in your dreams, Hon. As I said, she is the woman who keeps chasing, clinging and seducing you even though she knows that you are already married to me," she paused and held my cheeks.

"Always remember, hon. That woman who said she loves you, Are the woman who killed our unborn child." I felt the madness crowing to my heart again.

Right, the woman who keeps showing up in my dreams. Who keep saying how much she loves me, are the woman who killed our unborn child.

She might sound so sweet in my dreams, but in reality she's an evil woman.

"Your right, let's just go back to sleep, wife." I suggest and lay back in the bed when she suddenly pulls her arms closer to her.

"No, hon. It's already dawn. Let's not go to sleep again." she seductively whispered in my ears and licked it.

"Let's just do something interesting." She kissed my lips and locked me in her arms. I hug her back and close my eyes feeling the warmth she gave as she slowly took my clothes off.

I close my eyes and feel the warmth inside of my wife.

I know that the moment I close my eyes, I will meet the woman in my dreams again. Which is kinda weird, I should imagine my wife, not the woman who killed our unborn child!

"Look at me, hon." My wife commands while slowly thr*sting her self on top of me.

My eyesight is getting blurred. Here I go again, I imagine that woman again instead of my wife. Damn that woman.

I hold my wife's waist and do the move.

"Andrew..." she mumbled my name.

When suddenly my mind showed me the woman in my dreams.

"Rhyme.." I suddenly muttered.

"H-hon?" My wife looked at me worriedly.

I shake my head and lay her in the bed.

"Hon? Are you okay...?" She asked while wearing her clothes.

"Let's just do it someday, Wife." I answered and stood up.

"But why?" Based on her voice, she sounds irritated. I didn't answer her and just went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I look at my self in the mirror.

"Rhyme." I whispered.

Who really are you rhyme? Why do you keep showing up in my dreams? Who really are you in my life? I should be mad at you for killing my unborn child.

"D*mn you woman, You're already dead but why do you keep showing in my head." I punched the wall in irritation. There's a lot of questions in my mind that no one can answer.

knock knock

"Hon, Are you done? I made a breakfast, let's go let's eat. We still have a flight later on." I heard my wife say before leaving again.

I sighed one more time before wearing the clothes my wife prepared and went to the kitchen to eat.

I sat down in front of her and started to eat.

"How long will we stay in the Philippines, hon?"

She asked in the middle of our breakfast.

"Maybe a month or two." I replied and sip some coffee.

Still bitter as always. "You still didn't make the coffee I usually drink, wife." I said and put the cup on the table.

She slowly chewed her food before answering. "W-well..." she didn't finish her words when suddenly my phone rang.

It's an unknown number. I hesitated to answer the call at first but my curiosity got the better of me so I stood up and went to the balcony to answer the unknown caller.

Hello?" I started and put the phone in my ears.

"dada? is that you dada?" My heart pounded when I heard the voice of a little boy.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked.

"Dada! It's me adam! dada I miss you- ate give the phone back!" The little boy shouted.

I'm thinking of hanging up the call when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Adam Rhythm, How many times did I remind you not to call some ramdom numbers and called them your father!?"

"But sister, I'm sure that's my dada!" The little boy fired back.

"One more time, Rhythm. If you do this again I will definitely ground you to not use your phone!"

And then the call suddenly ended. I touch my chess when I feel my heart beating so fast. It's so fast to the point that I feel like I was being chased!

Her voice.... She reminds me of the woman I saw in my dreams.

"Hon?" I look at my wife who is now holding a suitcase.

"Let's go hon, It's already 7. We will be late in the flight." She said and pulled my arms.

We're now inside the plane. My wife as usual puts a headphones in her ears while doing her skin care routine. While me. I was still thinking about the woman who I guess is the sister of the young boy who called me his father earlier.

I wonder why that young boy called me his father.

I smiled when I remembered what the young boy called me.

'Dad'

I feel butterflies in my stomach. My heart is pounding so fast. My mind kept thinking about the word 'Dada'.

Is this how a father feels when there child calls them 'Dada'? It's so good, I wish I could still hear that young boy's voice longer.

Speaking of the young boy... His sister? His sister's voice sounds familiar. Who is she? I can't get her voice out in my mind. Her voice kept echoing in my ears.

I want to see her. To hug her. And to kiss her.

I look at my wife who is still doing her skin care routine.

I shook my head and sighed. I shouldn't be thinking something like this. I already have a wife.

Charybell is my wife! So why do I keep fantasizing the woman in my dreams? D-mn that woman

I looked at my left hand when my wife, charybell touched it.

"Just sleep for a while, hon. You look a bit tired, the flight will last for 7 more hours." My wife gently said and tapped my hands.

I look at her and smile sweetly. How lucky I am to have such a wonderful and caring wife. How I wish she could be pregnant.

She kissed my lips and patted my head. "Go on, sleep." I nodded and laid my head in her shoulder to sleep.

I woke up when I felt someone caress my cheek.

"Andyy, my love." I was lying on his thigh. He smiled at me sweetly. You can feel in his voice how much he loves me.

I can't see his face very well. The strong rays of the sun will almost cover half of his face so that it will be difficult for me to look at his whole face, I can only look at him from my lips to the tip of my nose.

I raised my hands to feel his face. The softness...

He kissed my palm and slowly gave it to his stomach. I looked at him in wonder.

"Do you feel it, Andy? Our son..."

I looked at his stomach, which is not too bulging yet.

"Because of you..." I looked back at him, he was crying. "Because of you the child died in my womb!" He shouted at the same time his face changed. If earlier her appearance was like an angel, even though I could only see her nose up to her nose, now I can see her full appearance.

That blood will surround us. He was crying blood while smiling at me but his eyes were angry and filled with pain when he looked at me.

I want to move, I want to hug him. But the only thing I can do is to drop my tears while I can't move lying on his thigh while watching him cry blood and again and again he blames me for being a dead person while holding my hands in his stomach.

Lady! My chest tightened. I'm short of breath. That I will hurt every drop of blood in his eyes.

"I can't forgive you, Andrew! You killed-

"HON, WAKE UP!!"

When I opened my eyes, my forehead was full of sweat and my body was shaking while my husband was hugging me.

"Hon, you have a nightmare again."

My husband said a lot that I just ignored because I was more focused on my appearance and that woman told me in my dream.

I looked at my watch. July 15. Every fifteenth of July, that girl always gives me nightmares.

What do I owe him so that he disturbs my life even when I sleep, he still doesn't pay attention to me.

"Are you fine, hon? Where now in the Philippines. Should we go out or should we stay here for a month?" My wife asked while wiping the sweat in my forehead.

"No, I'm f-fine... Let's go out, Wife." I said while calming myself down.

She handed me a bottle of water, I accepted it and drank to relax my self to the terrible nightmare I always have.

After I calmed myself down. I stood up and grabbed the suitcase above us while holding my wife's hand in her right hand.

As soon as we got out in the plane. The heat and polluted air immediately greeted us.

"D*rn it! This country still doesn't change, It's still hot and polluted in here!" My wife shouted and walked downstairs and opened the umbrella that the flight attendant gave her.

"Let's go, hon. Maybe we'll get darker in the heat of this country." He wrapped his left arm around my right arm.

My body is already calmed down but my heart keeps pounding so fast. I suddenly felt deja vu. I felt a sudden scared and pain inside me- My mind, heart, and soul.

I look in the sky and feel the hotness it gave in my face. Looks like my life will not be smooth as always in staying on this country.

It's been a few days since we arrived in the Philippines. We are here now inside my company and will meet with the business partner if Emma.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Luveinkin." He extended his hand which I accepted.

"So how's life?" She asked and sat down on the empty chair in front of me.

I sat down and said goodbye, I looked at my wife to see if Charybell looked deeply at Emma. Emma smiled at him but my husband just scolded him. I just shook my head at my husband's cursedness.

"It's fine, especially when my wife is always by my side to help and care for me." I said and looked at my wife who was smiling at me.

I didn't even look at Emma again, the breath she released was heavy.

"Are you really sure...?"

He was thinking of another question that made him frown, I looked at him. Why? Is there something wrong with me?

"What do you mean by that, Emma?" I asked confusingly. Why is it that every time we meet, he asks me like that? Except that the woman in my dream always gives me nightmares, I don't have any other problems.

In fact, my life is good with my husband.

"I guess," she paused and looked at my wife. He looked at my wife for a few seconds. While your husband will not move to stare.

He shook his head and suddenly stood up and patted my shoulder.

"Where are you going, Emma?" I also stood up but Charybell suddenly grabbed my hand and looked at me intently.

"3 years..." I looked at Emma when she suddenly spoke in the middle of her walk towards the door of my office. "You've gotten worse… Andrew." I stopped at what he said. He left my wife and I confused by what he said.

What does he really want to convey lady! Why aren't they straight to the point when talking to me?

We suppose to talk about the company so why the hell she's saying some random questions?

To Be Continued....