All Chapters of Sealed With A Kiss | cσмρℓεтε∂ : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

| Epigraph | His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her...He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him.  *throws cream buns to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they don't deserve the one they love >>> Here you go!  | When We Met | "Love is like a wind. You can never see it, but you can always feel it." Birds were chirping, the skies were all clear except for kites. A soft breeze splattered over trees which reverberated with pleasure. It was the spring season, perfect for every girl and boy, man and woman.  Two children were playing on the playground. Or more like fighting. 

Emily's POV: I was happy. Very happy, in fact. Who wouldn't be? I mean I just had my life all planned out. I had graduated, got a job offer, and my best friend just called me saying he needs me.  The same best friend who I had a crush on for maybe about fifteen years. It was more of a crush at first, but then it turned from a mere degree of "like" to "inevitable love" before I could even gather my thoughts up.  And I, like any girl in love should behave, sealed it deep in my heart. I thought if I could be able to match his type, he would reciprocate it, but I was afraid he might not want me back.  Because he was in love with someone who was not me.  Tragic, isn't it?  The problems didn't start there, I guess because he certainly had the right to love someone else. Not that I have any problems with it, but maybe I had problems to cope

Emily's POV: We decided to visit Edward's home. I rang the bell and Mr Jones opened the door, a warm smile on his face.  "Hello, Mr Jones!" "Oh, my cute girl, it's been a long time since we hung out, " he said patting my head.  I smiled widely at him.  "I graduated and I also got a job offer from the National Tropics hospital. I will join after a month." I said, earning praise from him.  "Oh, my two children have already grown up. I can't want anything else than seeing you succeed as much as this world can offer!" Mr Jones always thought of me as the second child of his, a daughter which he never had. He took care of me, even going as far as scolding his own son. I was blessed in some aspect.  When my father died, he actually financially supported our family for some time until my mom found a

DAY OF MARRIAGE Emily's POV: I was nervous. I should be. That's what normal brides feel. I was going to take a long step. A step which would change my life forever. My hands were sweating and I couldn't even walk on the ground because of this gown.  Yes, I was wearing a gown.  A wedding gown. My dream gown.  I have always wanted to marry Edward, wanted him to propose me first and then I would say yes. All of this happened but I didn't know it could happen in such circumstances as well.  When I first realised my feelings for Edward, I was very cool, unlike other girls who freak out. Because I know I would get over th

Emily's POV: I was tired. My legs were numb; they were probably swollen and my posture was not anymore erect.  The ceremony had ended hours ago. I just wanted to lay down and rest but the first big thing was to remove this enormous gown from me, which was clinging like a second skin to me. I waved at Edward. He was on a call.  Edward's parents actually gifted us a sweet apartment. It was huge for the two of us, but I knew it was actually for the three of us, including Lara as she would be a frequent member of our house.  Our house. I sighed. In other cases, I would have jumped with joy by that thought.  I smiled at Edward when he helped me get in the car. The ride was silen

Emily's POV: A shrill noise entered my ears and I groaned at the alarm clock.  Okay, I am up!  I shifted uncomfortably in my couch.  Ring ring!  I kicked the alarm clock.  Crash!  I am finally up!  I woke up the next morning, my back aching like a thunderbolt. I practically had to bend double to make it up like the original. I stretched my arms, yawning and scratching my legs.  That's not a girly thing. You are not in your

Emily's Pov: I cleaned our room for hours, though being a new house it was already clean. I had this habit of cleaning stuff when I was depressed.  Yes, I am depressed.  That's because my husband is having an affair. Just kidding. He is my fake husband if that term even exists. And he married me to have an affair!  Can it get anymore dramatic?  Oh yes. I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him.  I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupi

Emily's POV: I felt horrible and disgusting. I closed my ears, trying to stuff a pillow but to no vain. Man, Edward really had some balls to have sex with Lara when I was in the next room. The walls were much of a negative soundproof than I could ever comprehend.  I closed my eyes, trying to sleep but Lara was moaning literally loud. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from shouting at her. I knew Edward was experienced in this field but did she really need to make it this obvious.  Damn her!  I sighed. It was always there, that hopelessness. It came and went but never left me.  I had always been a happy-go-lucky girl, some called me goody two shoes, some tomboy, some nerd

Emily's POV: Man, we were about to get a huge fight today. Who should I cheer?  "For what did you want to apologize? Because I assure you I have a long list of scars still deprived of your apologies, " Mia said, walking like a tiger on his hunt: slow and impatient. For a moment, I thought that she would spill her feelings right then and there.  "Mia, listen, I know I was a jerk-" Jake started.  "Oh. So now Mr Playboy realises it. That's good. Now I can die in peace, " Mia said sarcastically, tears still evident in her eyes.  "Yes. I am a jerk and I will always be. I don't know why. You of all people know me best, " Jake looked at her, guilt present in his eyes. He looked do

Emily's POV: Pretending to love him was never tough for me. With a genuine smile on my face, a slight flush of cheeks, the? rigorous beating of heart, sweatiness of palm, butterflies in the stomach or the stuttering of my tongue, I was familiar with all types of symptoms of love.  Because I had experienced all of them. In mere twenty years.  Edward's parents came to visit us, giving us the wedding gift for our honeymoon. Bam!  What had they given us? Tickets to a seven days trip to Mauritius. Sounds dreamy right? Well, it ain't any dream, I am telling ya!  I was happy; a little trip could warm up my insides. Some fresh air was necessary to ease up my very disturbed mind. Ed