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Chapter 27 - Forget My Sorrow!

Elizabeth's POV:

I gulped before questioning again, "Did you mean it when you said that you want me to carry your last name?"

"Yes, I was." Archer answered.

"Why?" I asked.

Archer narrowed his eyes at me and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What kind of question is that? And why do you keep on asking this? I like you, that's why!" He literally yelled the last few words. And he was breathing hard.

"Calm down, please." I told him.

"Then let me calm down! Don't ask questions which make me mad." He admonished.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Archer, you like me. That's why you want to be together with me. It's your genuine choice, you aren’t forced by anyone. Am I correct?" I inquired.

"Yeah, of course." He nodded.

"Then why don't I get to choose? Why am I being forced? Is it fair to me?" I threw my question at him.

"It's completely unfair to you. But right now I am too selfish to let that thought influence me. Because I know if I think about the fairness and let you go, I wouldn’t be happy ever. I know that for me, you are the one and there's no alternative to replace you. And believe me, even if I am forcing you, you will be happy. I hope to have a fulfilled, happy family with you." Archer admitted, looking into my eyes.

Fulfilled happy family? But I myself was incomplete as a woman. How would I give him a fulfilled family? The firmness I saw in his eyes was enough to tell me that he wasn’t lying.

This type of commitment wasn’t new to me. Someone said something same to me before and planted colorful dreams inside me once. Then the same person uprooted the dreams and crushed me in the way. In such a way that I was ruined for anyone else.

Archer might not be like him. He might truly be a good person.

And my heart twinged at that thought.

How happiness came near me, but I wasn’t able to get a hold of it.

My eyes watered.

"You can never have a fulfilled, happy family with me." My voice trembled.

"I can't. So, please let me go. I beg you! Don't make me do this." I fell on my knees crying.

I wanted to keep my sorrows buried deep inside my chest. All my weaknesses, defects hidden inside me. Because, it not only reminded me about my painful past, but also reminded me how defective I was as a woman. I felt small in my eyes, it was agonizing.

"Hey! Get up, Elizabeth! What are you even doing?" Archer hurriedly lowered himself. Holding my shoulders, he made me stand up.

"I don't know why are you crying. Am I that bad of a person that you are begging on your knees just to be left alone? When did I become so horrible? You don't know me yet completely. How could you come to such a dire conclusion so early?" Archer asked, hurt and disbelief marred his eyes.

I stood up and shook my head, sobbing hard.

"It's not you. It's me. I am the one who is incomplete. I can't ruin your life." More tears glided down my cheeks.

Perpendicular wrinkles formed in between his brows, as he raised them.

"What does it mean?" He said.

"Don't make me say it. Please. It brings a lot of bad memories of my life which I want to forget. It brings back my nightmares." I replied.

Archer bit his lower lip, he was thinking hard. A few seconds later, he let out a noisy sigh.

My shoulders slumped in exhaustion. I walked back inside the house, leaving him behind. And Archer didn’t follow me this time.

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The next day,

Archer left the house early in the morning. That's what maids informed me. I finished my breakfast and sneaked in Archer's study to look for a mobile or any gadgets. I pulled the drawers, but they didn’t open.

The drawers of the cabinet were locked. I returned to my room with a sour mood. What could I do in this huge place?

I was almost bored to death. I didn’t have access to any mobile or computer. And sadly there wasn’t even any television either. It was unbelievable how such a fancy villa didn’t have any television.

It was all Archer's doing. He did this to make feel more lonely, miserable. What happens when someone is lonely and sad?

All the lamentable thoughts started poking my head. Suddenly, it felt overwhelming thinking about the burden of misfortune I was carrying.

Archer might not be a bad person. He might have genuine purpose regarding me. He didn’t try to touch me inappropriately, neither he forced me.

He expressed his wish to me, to make me his family. While being with a man, nothing could be more creditable position for a woman. But was I even eligible for it?

He wanted me to carry his last name, to build a family with him. But how could I give him a family when I was barren?

I couldn’t say it loud to him. I was scared to see the disgusted look on his face.

He may think that I was incomplete, he may even ridicule me.

But I couldn’t let it keep going. I must inform him about my condition. I was sure, he would let me go then. He deserved better, and I deserved my freedom.

The lunch tasted horrible. I didn’t have any appetite. I was waiting for Archer to return, so I could talk to him and tell him the truth. But he didn’t return.

Archer didn’t leave his room locked. So, I decided to go there and wait for him. But the small and classy wine rack caught my eyes.

Many wine bottles were laid there in layers. I could read the names of only two brands - Harlan Estate, Ghost Horse. I heard about Harlan Estate wine before, it’s quite expensive. And I couldn’t even read the other bottles. The names were written in different languages. Some were in Italian, some were in French and one was in Russian. From the quality of the bottle, all these looked super costly.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to drink a bit in the hope of forgetting my sadness. I wanted to drink my sorrows away.

I opened a bottle and took a sip.

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Author's Note:

Hope every one is doing good. I am really sorry for the late update. I am going through very hard time. Not everything can't be shared. There are some things in life which can't be shared with anyone. It's quite painful to experience such time and things alone. Believe me or not, I am really feeling very tired and depressed myself. Why things like this happening to me non-stop? I thought of writing regularly, but couldn’t keep that promise. I felt awful for not being able to do it. Please keep me in your prayers. I didn’t think I would be able to write again. But writing is what helps me to cope with my stressful life. Your love and support means the world to me. Stay safe ❤️❤️❤️

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