Stalker Husband - Chapter 17：GRAYSEN

While I’m in the middle of talking with an old powerful man in entertainment industry, soft melody starts to echo around the room. A few couples present immediately step into the center and indulge in a slow dance. Agatha taps my shoulder just as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

“Mr. Damari, would you care to dance with me?” She offers shyly, biting her lower lip while looking at me expectantly.

Is she trying to be seductive? I frown while pulling my phone out of my pocket to read the message. It’s Albert and my mind quickly goes to my sweetheart. I excuse myself from the man I was talking with earlier and step into a more secluded place near the restroom.

As far as I know, Diana is having a date with Vince tonight. It’s actually their third date. I reviewed the guy’s background and I can’t find any mistake. Although I’m honestly feeling ridiculously jealous, I give them space after witnessing Diana’s genuine smile whenever she’s with him.

“Hello, Albert. Is everything ok?” I quickly ask once the line connects.

“Mr. Damari. I know you’re probably busy with the banquet tonight but I thought you might want to know the news. Miss Diana and Vince are now officially a couple.”

I don’t know how to explain my feelings right after hearing the news. Maybe this is how one feels right before hitting a speeding truck in the middle of the road. That sharp inhalation you take in both shock and fear, holding that suffocating breath in while you wait for the horrid pain from the impact of the accident.

Because the pain is just too much to describe by your brain, you just feel numb all of a sudden after the collision and shake in devastation. That feeling like you’re lying on the road, vomiting blood and staring at the endless dark skies. So dark that the hopelessness slowly sucking you in when you can’t see a single star.

That feeling when you hear the driver jumps out of his truck and calls you repeatedly in horror and fear but doesn’t give you much hope for help because at that moment, you know you’ll never going to make it. You just know that you’re going to die. This pain. This color in your world that’s slowly going dimmer and dimmer. This total darkness…

Heartbreak and jealousy, indeed, are such a terrible combination that brings indescribable pain.

“Mr. Damari? Mr. Damari? Sir, are you still there?”

I end the call and put my phone away before returning to the banquet hall. I’ve decided on this beforehand that I’m willing to wait, thus, I should also endure the pain that comes with it. So I continue socializing around the venue although I’m feeling rather empty yet somethings heavy is crashing my chest.

Empty but heavy? Heartaches are really bizarre.

Sweetheart, I hope you enjoy your youth and your new found love. But I’m also hoping you don’t give him everything in you and save some love for me in the future. I hope he treats you as good as I treat you. My princess, you deserve only the best.

When the banquet finally ends, I slide into the car and pull my phone out. I open my folder and click on my files where Diana’s photos are restored. Opening one picture, I stare at it with longing in my eyes as the binds around my chest tightens more and more.

I expel a heavy breath and type a message for Albert to give it a rest for the meantime and let the couple enjoy their moment. Only reporting to me when it’s really important like life and death situation. Other than that, I intend to safeguard my heart from anymore pains by not knowing everything else.