All Chapters of RUSSIAN I Love You More Than I Can Say: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily's POV: It had been almost four weeks since my inevitable fight with Edward. We didn't talk to each other or to be precise, I didn't talk to him. He frequently called me and send me texts to check on me and I knew it was really a long time we gone without talking or seeing each other in our long history of friendship, so it must be hard for him to ignore me or my presence after I had behaved so rudely with him.  Supporting a marriage, and the wrong one at that, was really troublesome and painful experience for me but I learnt a lot in the way.  I put my every efforts to support my first marriage which ended so horribly and in the meanest way as possible.  I still had to sign the divorce papers and in these few weeks, my mom had already pestered me enough to sign them already but I always came up with convincing excuses to run away from it.  It wasn't that

I shuffled in my blanket, tossing and turning over it, putting my arms around my body to gain some warmth.  Heavy rain was pouring outside, loud claps of thunder reverberated the ambient and cold wet breeze was coming from the open window of my bedroom, decreasing the temperature of the room.  I stood up from the floor, wrapping the blanket tightly around my body and walked towards the window. Extending my one hand outside, I let cold water fall down my arms and I closed my eyes, inhaling the muddy aroma of the wet soil, clutching the blanket from my other hand.  Faint yellow light penetrated through the heavy rain just as I saw shining grey car stopping abruptly in front of my house. I narrowed my eyes, trying to recognise the model of the car and my eyes widened in awe.  I quickly shut the door of the window tight, realising whose car it was, and That was th

Emily's POV: I looked at my hand resting over his heart and then at his face and my breathing laboured in anticipation to see his heart pounding loudly against his chest.  Maybe the effect of alcohol, I supposed. After all, alcohol increases the blood pressure causing hypertension due to narrowing of blood vessels and- "Won't you ask me why I...am in pain!? Any first....symptoms of it!? You are a doctor, Emily!" I nodded abstenmindely at him, still staring at my palm pressed hard over his chest. He covered my hand with his fingers, his light touch increasing my heartbeat rapidly.  "What.. what was the first symptom..then!?" I stuttered in my words, now staring at his eyes just as he pulled me closer to him.  "When you told me...you had a crush on Eric, and not me!" "I.. "I looked down in embarrasment, my mind working for wo

Emily's POV: I splashed some cold water over my face, cleaning each and every corner of my face.  Dark circles under my eyes were still visible, and I was worried if my mom saw me in freaking ugly condition like this, with my hairs sticking like a birdnest from my bun and my face looking like a distorted mushroom after all those sleepless depressing nights, then she would certainly throw a huge fit over it.  Mom was waiting in the drawing room after I excused myself to go to washroom and let Miranda open the door for her.  Quickly applying some foundation and cream under my eyes, which I stored in my makeup-kit for emergency makeup required often in conditions like these, I tied my hairs in a high ponytail and rushed downstairs to meet my mom.  She looked so innocent and heartwarming, sitting on the sofa and waiting for me impatiently. I smiled genuinely at he

Emily's POV: I looked at her, my face forming a surprised expression at her sudden, very unexpected question. "Yes Mom. I am! How many times will you confirm it-" "But it's the first time I asked you this question though." I sighed loudly, placing the cutlet piece back on the plate. "Mom. Look at me and tell me! Do you really think I am not happy with this marriage!?" "Emily, I am your mother and I know very well when my daughter is hurting." "Mom, it's a futile argument. Really!  And you know already how much I love Edward and how much this marriage means to me!?" "Right? Isn't it the problem, Emily? That this marriage means so much to you when it isn't the same for Edward?" I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Trust me Mom. He's very much happy with this marriage and he's the one who proposed me-"