For the first time, a young man heard the voice of his wife for. What a funny. It was the first time he heard her voice. She was singing. Her voice was very beautiful.

“Is she aware that I'm here?” thought the man while looking at his wife with admiration. Then he said to himself, "It's not."

If she had known that him were here, that her husband was watching her, she would have rolled her eyes and kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't lift her head from the ground. She just stood there like a soulless body.

But today for some reason she was singing while looking at the stars. He had been married to her for a whole year and this was the first time he heard her voice. For some reason he looked happy today.

So why?

“We will divorce when the time comes,” the young man told her today. He understood at that moment! His wife was singing with joy! Because she was happy to get rid of him!

The man breathed angrily.

He felt the cold air in his lungs. He was still looking at his wife who was singing on the balcony. Even though it was cold, he didn't mind. His hot breath mixed with the cold air and formed small clouds. But again he continued to watch his wife.

“And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that would give you a diamond ring When I fold, you see the best in me

The joker and the queen

I was upside down

From the outside in

You came to the table

And you went all in

With a single Word

And a gentle touch

You turned a moment into forever”

The young man's jaw began to twitch. Damn woman looked happy. She was smiling while singing! The reason for this was obvious.

“We will divorce when the time comes”" he told her before leaving for work today. That's exactly why she was happy. She was happy that she would get rid of him. These thoughts were starting to annoy him. And why was she singing this song!

And a gentle touch, You turned a moment into forever Bla bla bla!

He hates this song. Stupid song!

Was there someone she couldn't forget or someone she loved? What in God's name was happening to him? He right now wanted to ask his wife, who had never cared for her all this time, "Is there someone you can't forget?"

He clenched his fists in anger. That's how happy she was about divorcing him. So, if there was someone she loved and could not forget, she was happy that she would return to him, huh?!

The angry man stopped for a moment. Why did he care about this girl now?

Okay, maybe he'd been married for a year, but he hadn't even spoken to her once.

They didn't even stay in the same room! Even though he was married, God knows how many women he fucked. How many women had he slept with? Even he couldn't remember the number. But now, for some reason, he felt strange looking at his wife, who was sitting as docilely as a cat on the big sofa on the balcony.

He swallowed.

Her voice was very beautiful. Why had she never talked to him until now? Why did she hide such a beautiful voice from him? The man smiled without reason. He was looking at his wife, or rather the girl, and smiling. He laughed quietly.

“How old was the girl?” he asked himself. Was it nineteen? Yes, yes, he said to himself. When she got married last year, her father said she was 18 years old.

The man cursed himself. He didn't even know the age of the woman who became his wife.

He was a complete jerk.

The man was secretly eyeing his wife, who was still standing in a corner and singing. Finally, the girl fell asleep by hugging the blanket she had wrapped around herself.

Although the man was hesitant at first, he made his decision and went to the balcony to join the girl.

His wife had fallen asleep curled up on the big sofa like a little kitten. He began to examine his wife carefully. It was night, but the lamps were illuminating the surroundings. His wife had brown hair that looked like red, shining in the dim light.

She had a tiny nose and full lips. What about the color of your eyes, the man thought? He had never looked into his wife's eyes before. Even if he did, he didn't pay any attention to eye color.

He swallowed in pain. Who knows what pain this little girl went through because of him. He couldn't think of it until today. With a grimace, he silently sat down in the armchair opposite the sofa where his wife was sleeping. He didn't want to wake the little girl. Then suddenly his eyes fell on the drawing book on the wooden table.

"This must be the drawing book she never puts down," he said to himself. He reached out and took the notebook. At that moment, his wife, who was sleeping on the sofa, stirred slowly. The man got nervous for some reason. Finally, the sleeping girl stopped moving and fell into the arms of deep sleep again. He finally let out the breath he was holding.

The man was silently looking at the notebook in his hand. Even he couldn't remember how many times he had seen this notebook in his wife's hand. She would usually sit quietly in a corner and scribble something in this notebook.

"Let's see what you drew," he opened the notebook gently.

When he saw the picture on the first page, the man stood in awe. He was unaware that his wife could paint so well. She was very talented.

On the first page there was a picture of a woman submerged in water up to her waist. She had something like a flashlight in her hand. Her face was looking down. It was a depressing picture, but expertly drawn.

When he turned to the second page, the man was even more surprised. This was a painting made using black and gray tones. It looked like a young man was using the piano. Next to him was an animal similar to a lion. He couldn't make much sense of the picture.

When he turned to the third page, he clenched his teeth in anger. He understood the picture on this page! Damn! He described it in the picture!

She drew a picture of an ugly monster. It looked very scary and scary. There was a table next to it. There was a flower on the table. It was in a glass jar.

The man rubbed his face in nervously. As he looked at the picture, he was getting more and more angry/

FLOWER in a glass cage! HOW NICE!

Rosa – that was his wife's name.

That's why she drew the flower in that glass cage. She was the rose. But her husband…

He was the monster.

It was Albert. It was him.

He closed the notebook angrily and almost threw it back where he had taken it. At that time, his wife also woke up with a start.

"Damn!" said the man, angry with himself. He had no intention of waking the girl.

As soon as the poor girl looked at him, she turned her head to the ground in fear. For some reason, Albert felt disgusted with himself at that moment. She was very afraid of him. She couldn't even look at his face.

He got up angrily. At that moment, she turned back, afraid of Albert's sudden movement.

When Albert noticed this action of the girl, his anger doubled. He turned to the girl, clenching his teeth together. He was about to say something when he noticed the girl hugging her blanket tighter and shivering. The young man's eyebrows furrowed. She was still shaking.

"Are you okey?" he asked, a little hesitantly. She just nodded her head up and down. Her lower lip was trembling. She was very cold. When Albert extended one hand to the girl, she backed away in fear. The man sighed angrily and said, "I won't do anything to you!"

At that moment, he thought to himself that he had to stick his tongue in ass, because the eyes of the girl in front of him were already starting to fill with tears.

“Don't,” said the man, “Don't you dare cry! I am going. I'm not doing anything to you!”

The man raised his hands up and showed his palms to the girl. What was this now? He just wanted to see if she had a fever or not, but she was crying or about to cry.

As he walked away from the balcony, “Clara!” he shouted. Clara, who appeared in front of him in the big hall, was blinking and looking at her brother.

“Did you want something bro?”

Albert cleared his throat and looked at the balcony behind him once again. Then he looked at his sister again, “She's on the balcony. Doesn’t seem good, might be sick. Take a look,” he said in a stern tone.

Clara frowned and asked, “Who is on the balcony?”, with an incomprehensible expression.

Albert rolled his eyes in anger. He was trying hard not to say, 'Who will be my little sister, who is weak-minded?'

“Rosa is there Clara! Ro-sa, your sister-in-law! She doesn't look good," he hissed through his teeth.

“What did you say?” Clara was looking at her brother like he was crazy. Her brother said it for the first time! It was the first time he mentioned his wife's name. She means, of course, he had it before, but this time it was quite different. He looked like he was worried about her. Because it was obvious from his eyes and his strange behavior that he was worried, even his tone of voice was strange!

“My brother... Dear bro... were you worried about my sister just now? Did I misunderstand?” asked Clara in surprise, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I just heard that right, didn't I? Rosa? So we are talking about my sister Rosa, right? From Rosa, who is not your lover but your wife?”

“Girl, don't make me crazy! Just go and do what I say! Don't drive the man crazy!”

Clara continued to look in surprise after her brother, who got angry and retreated to his own room. Then she ran to the balcony.

“Sister, are you okay?”

Rosa, who was shivering on the couch, looked at the girl calling out to her. She nodded her head yes with a fake smile.

Clara frowned and said, "Sister, you don't look good," and put her hand on the girl's forehead. “Oh my Gosh! You have fever! We must go to the hospital! Doctor! We need a doctor..."

Clara suddenly started running from side to side in surprise. Her sister was sick! She was on fire and she didn't know it! She was muttering "Help, help." She should have called a doctor immediately. Rosa was trembling. Her face was so white. On the contrary, her lips turned purple.

“Is she okay, doctor?” Clara couldn't sit still. She was looking at his sister-in-law, who was sleeping quietly in bed.

“Is my sister okay, doctor? Is he very sick? It will be good, right? Huh brother?” She turned her sad gaze towards her brother so that she could finally hear nice things.

The doctor handed the prescription to the little girl and nodded his head yes. “Yes, the lady is in good condition now. The medicines I gave her will soon take effect and her fever will drop. But don't tire our daughter too much.” The doctor turned to the girl sleeping in bed and said, “She is very exhausted. How did it get to this point? Moreover, she is very weak. Pay attention to the food the girl eats. Let her eat healthy meals. She will come to her senses later. Remember, good nutrition is important!” he said in a serious tone.

“Okay… I'll take care of my sister!” Clara immediately stepped forward and said, “Don't worry, I'll take care of your meals from now on!”

Mr. Doctor Smith turned his frowning eyebrows to the young man standing next to them and said, “Now leave the girl alone to rest for a while. Let her take all the medicines and vitamins in the prescription I just gave her regularly, and don't miss it.”

Albert understood the harshness in doctor’s voice, but he didn't care. He was not about to tell Mr. Smith, his old family friend, about his marital relationship with his wife.

“Give me the prescription. I will take the medicines today.” Albert stretched out his hand and asked for the prescription.

Clara stood for a moment, looking at the prescription in her hand with her pupils red from crying, then sniffed and handed it to her brother.

As soon as all three of them left the room, Albert little shouted “Jacob...?”

Jacob appeared right next to them.

“Yes boss?” “Take Mr. Smith to his home. And take all the medicines written here," he handed the prescription to the man. “If you can't find even one, no one can save you from me, do you understand me?” “O-okay boss.” Jacob immediately set out with the doctor. Clara sat down on one of the chairs in the living room with anger. She pulled her legs closer and rested her head on her knees.

“I am so stupid!” she said to herself, “I didn't even notice she got sick! However, if I am alive today, it is thanks to her. Thanks to her, I breathe. Thanks to her, I go to school. In fact, the remorse I feel every time I see her kills me. It occurs to me that I stole her life from her! I feel disgusted with myself..."

“What are you talking about! You didn't steal anyone's life, Clara!" Albert immediately sat on the single chair opposite his sister. Not a single servant of God in this world could accuse his sister of stealing someone's life! “Get those nonsense ideas out of your head! Who puts this into your head!”

“Right, brother!” Clara stood up in anger. Her cheeks were wet. “Didn't I ruin her life? Wasn't she forced to live here because of me? She became like this because of me! And since I'm still a despicable person, I don't want her to leave this house!” she said, sniffling again. She hated how brazen she was.

Albert stood up and held her sister's shoulders, delicately turning her towards himself. He had a soft expression on his face. “You didn't ruin her life, my beauty, okay? You are not a despicable person. I don't want to hear that again,” he said in his soft, reassuring voice. He frowned and continued, “If there is anyone who ruined her life... It's just me.”

Clara couldn't stand it at that moment and hugged her brother. She was bursting into sobs and crying. “Brother, my sister is not happy at all… I know,” she said, lifting her face up towards her brother, “I can see it in her eyes. Very unhappy. But I really don't want her to leave me.”

Albert was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. When did his sister become so attached to this girl? He hugged her and said, "She won't go," he assured her, "She won't leave you, honey, trust me."

Clara was sniffling and hugging her brother. She was only 15 years old, but she was a very mature girl. She had suffered greatly in life. She had no one in this world other than her brother. And now there was her sister, who had entered her life a year ago and had become a light in her life. She came into her life like the sun.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. She won't leave you, my dear, trust me.”

Clara sniffled again and shook her head slightly with a wry smile on her face. She had no choice but to trust her brother.

Albert cupped her little sister's face and said softly, "Go to bed now. It's late."

"But my sister..."

"Listen to me dear," Albert ruffled his sister's hair and placed a small kiss on her forehead, "I'll take care of your sister."

He could not allow his sister to object. She cried a lot because of that girl. Her eyes were bloodshot. Besides, she looked tired. She needed to rest.

Just as Clara opened her mouth to object again, Albert pressed her lips together as he began to look at her angrily, with his eyebrows furrowed. The little girl nodded, thinking it was best to say okay.

"Okay, brother... Then I'm going to my room," she said innocently. She stopped for a while and started biting her lip. "Well... also..." At that moment, Albert held his breath in anger, "Don't get angry right away, brother. That's why I just want my sister to be well! I was going to say... um..."

"What um? Tell me, my beautiful sister!”

Albert clasped his hands on his chest and began to glare at his sister, who had been sweating to put two sentences together for half an hour. Now he was starting to wonder what she was going to say.

“Say whatever you have to say. Or go to sleep, my dear. You know, I am not patient man.”

“Brother…” said Clara, taking a big breath, “My sister is a little afraid of you. So, if you are going to give medicine or something, ask May sister. She gives it... if you go to her, she will absolutely scare. Even Jacob brother can give her the medicine, but... but you don't go into her room, okay?”

Albert ran his tongue inside his cheeks angrily. How come even Jacob could enter his wife's room, but he couldn't? Is this what will happen? He had never heard such nonsense.

Was he a monster?

Will the vampire suck the girl's blood wherever he sees her? They thought of him as a bloodthirsty monster! Is she that afraid of him?!

She is his wife!

“Is it okay, brother?” Clara was carefully waiting for her brother's answer.

Albert just nodded his head. OF COURSE, he was screaming "I WILL GO INTO MY WIFE'S ROOM", but now he didn't want to fight with his little sister in the middle of the night.

With a small smile on her face, Clara said, "Okay then, thank you brother," and went upstairs to her room.

Albert angrily went to the cellar where the drinks in the mansion were stored and took a few of the alcohol bottles. He reached the large hall again, opened a bottle of one of the most expensive Italian wines in his hand, and filled his glass. While he was sipping his drink, the figure of his wife who had just been singing on the balcony appeared before his eyes.

“So you're scared to death of me, little sparrow,” Albert said to himself.

He was lost in his thoughts.

Why was she so afraid of him?

He had not hurt her physically, he was very sure of that.

He had not raised her hand to the woman even once. He had never raped a woman. Yes, most people are very afraid of him, but he didn’t treat women badly.

Maybe he was little cruel, hard-hearted and dangerous, but still, he is not a disgusting pervert!