Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
Eighty Five

"Van!"

Marco immediately hugged Vanya who was sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed with a flat face.

The woman had just finished eating when Marco came along with a tired face and the rest of the force forced to stay afloat during the helicopter trip.

"I'm sorry, Van! Again I come to you only with a wound."

A few servants who were surrounding his young miss started to step aside as Marco shook hands as a code.

The woman is still frozen. His eyes were fixed straight on the wall with a large television and shelves decorated with trinkets made of glass.

"Sorry Van ...," said the man once more.

Vanya's shoulders started to shake. The rest of the tears that had been deliberately held back since yesterday began to spill over the cheeks as Marco wrapped his body with a hug.

"I promise this is the last time" he said more and more quietly. Then took off a hug to frame the wet face of the woman with her two big hands.

For a moment Marco locked Vanya's gaze so as to respond to his gaze. "I know you won't forgive me, but I will still apologize no matter how much I make a mistake."

The embrace of the trembling body was getting tighter and tighter for the last time. From today, Marco promises to release Vanya from all forms of shackles that hurt the woman for her happiness.

What Hero said was more than enough to thrill Marco to stop being a selfish human being. And today it happened, the day when it would all be over soon.

"Say something Van! Don't scare me," the man began to worry.

Since then Vanya just cried without saying a word. Makes Marco confused as to what to behave like.

"Slap me Van! Slap me if it can ease your anger and heartache!" Marco pulled Vanya's hand and placed it on his own cheek.

"Please don't be like this, Van!" The man started roaring in front of Vanya like a madman. The woman clasped her shoulder while throwing a frustrated look.

As she awoke from the daydream, the woman moved her eyeballs towards Marco. She smiles. His hands caressed the fine feathers that adorned Marco's stern jaw.

"I miss you" the woman replied in the end.

Instead of cursing, the woman even put on a spoiled face. Making Marco confused by the attitude of Vanya he considered too strange and unreasonable.

Not enough there, now Vanya pulled Marco's hand, then put it on the stomach.

"Maybe it's baby-congenital. Because since yesterday he's always been moving restlessly like he missed the figure of a father."

"Van!"

"I think he loves his father very much." The woman continued to talk non-stop.

"Van!" marco was more frustrated. "Please don't play the part. I know you're angry and hurt because of the news that's befalling us out there."

Marco really no longer knew what to say but to shake his head.

"According to my guess he looks like his father."

"Enough Van, enough!"

Marco closed his ears. "Don't switch the conversation to cover up your true feelings."

I wanted to curse myself for everything he did. And if time could be turned back, the tragedy of buying and selling the wife would never do Marco. He lamented all forms of greed and vengeance that flowed in his blood. Now he realized it was useless.

The man looked down inside. Facing Vanya's lentic fingers. "Can you be serious? If you're angry say angry, if it hurts say sick!"

Makes Vanya sigh full of resignation. "Before seeing you I was so angry! Before seeing you I was so hurt."

Marco who was looking down was made to look up when Vanya began to pour out his heart.

"But after seeing you come all that anger is gone, my heartache is gone. I can only cry for no apparent reason. I also don't know why I feel this bad."

"I'm sorry, Van." The two hands of Vanya were tightly gulped until a brief kiss landed on the back of the woman's hand.

"Of all the feelings I feel, longing is the most excruciating. I can't interpret this purely from my feelings or the baby's birth in my womb. As long as you are gone, I miss you. It hurts, it's tight, and it's hot."

Vanya smiled wryly. "But behind it all, I hate you so much. I hate to be tied to you in these circumstances. I'm ben—" Vanya silently paused her speech.

"Tell me everything you feel so I can understand, Van. Also tell me what you want this stupid me to understand!" Marco returned to cuckold. His gaze increasingly felt shady and heavy to see the fragile Vanya.

"For the time being I want to go home," the woman said softly. "I want to go back to my village to make sure my grandmother is okay. I miss him so much" continued Vanya.

"Yes, I'll give it to you!" marco replied as he stroked the woman's face one last time.

"Tomorrow I'll drive you home to the village. I'll erase all written agreements with your ex without suing you both like what was written in black on white. From today I'll let you go, Van! You'll have the freedom you've always dreamed of."

Plaque!

One hard slap landed on Marco's cheek. The man was flabbergasted. His gaze panned full on Vanya's facial expression that turned resentful wrath.

"You want to throw me away?"

"It's not like that, Van!"

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