The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

Julian was supposed to pick Rosie up today, but he messaged me an hour ago, telling me that he was so sick and didn't want Rosie to be around him, fearing that the might get sick ino. The moment 1 learned that he wasn't okay, I found myself strolling to the kitchen to m Maya and Sam's wedding was ten days ago and since that day, I had barely talked to Julian. I wanted to keep my distance for my own sake. My mind wasn't clear and I needed some space to think.

1 knew how Julian was thinking. He thought that he would have a chance to make me fall for him again after breaking up with Matl

Speaking of Matt, he had tried to get in contact with me, but I managed to keep him away. I wasn't sure if I was being too harsh on him or if pushing him away was the right thing to do, but I was content and comfortable like that. Matt crossed a red line. He made Rosie feel Half an hour later, the meal was ready. I didn't know if it was smart of me to go see him instead of sending the food with my driver, but I wanted to check on him. What if he was in a bad state and needed to be seen by a doctor? Rose told me before that she tried to get hi he was living on his own, but he refused, saying that he liked to have his own space.

"Let's go, cupcake." I kissed my daughter's cheek after 1 was done styling her blonde hair. I was going to take her to Harper to spend the day with her cousins since I was going to visit Julian. Luckily, the drive wain't far from Harper's place to Julian's.

As I parked my car in front of Julian's place, I realized that I hadn't been here since the day he kicked me out. For a moment, I thought about. running away because the more I stared at the house, the more I realized that part of me was still traumatized by what happene I took a deep breath and got out of my car, making my way to the gate of his mansion. I rang the intercom and hoped that he would answer. After ringing again, Julian Enally answered

"Hello" My eyes widened at how raspy his voice was

Was he that sick?

"This is Amelia," I nervously said. Why was I nervous? I was just bringing him food!

Fortunately, Julian didn't ask any question and opened the gate almost immediately. I walked through the front gate and waves of nostalgia hit me. I had many bad memories here, but I couldn't erase the good ones from my mind.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When my eyes landed on a specific car, I couldn't help but linger there for a moment. It was his gift for me on our one-

year anniversary. I remembered when he took me on a date on that day. It was going to be engraved in my heart forever no matter what. He made me feel like I was the only woman his eyes could ever see.

I pushed myself towards the front door and when I got closer, my eyes widened. He was incredibly sick. His eyes and nose were red, and his hair was very messy. He seemed to be completely drained of energy. I wasn't even sure how he was standing, "Holy shit, Julian!" I mumbled, strolling towards him. I placed my hand on his forehead and realized how feverish he was

"Tuld you I was sick." he rasped.

"Go to your room and get some rest while 1 heat up the food I brought you, I told him,

That was my first time to see Julian that sick. I lived with him for two years and he had never gotten that sick before. He nodded and walked

towards the stairs.

I made my way to the kitchen, but stopped when I passed by the living room. Everything was still the same. I thought that he would have at least gotten a new couch, but he didn't. I smiled a little to myself when I remembered our movie nights as we used to cuddle while lyi fireplace and found our pictures there. I took slow steps and a shaky breath escaped me as I reached for one of our pictures together. It was the picture of the two of us when Julian won the race against Chester.

I shook my head and continued walking towards the kitchen and my mouth parted a little when I saw that nothing had changed over the past years. Everything was just like how I remembered.

Why was Julian doing that to himself? I was like he didn't want to forget. He didn't want to move on.

After heating up everything. I put the plates on a tray and climbed the stairs. I passed by what I once considered my bedroom, and it took everything in me not to walk in.

1 knocked on Julian's door and when I didn't hear anything, I slowly y turned the doorknob, When I walked inside, I saw him sleeping on the bed. I set the tray on the table and headed to the bed to wake him up. "Julian," I said in a low voice as I gently shook his shoulder. Although he was sick, he was still a light sleeper. "Come on, get up. You need to cal something"

Tstepped away, giving him space to get out of bed. He seemed drowsy, so I helped him up.

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"I'm alright," he muttered, making me roll my eyes.

"Liar," I said, not letting go of his hand. I was just going to give him time until the evening. If he didn't get better, I was going to take him to the hospital. "I made you chicken soup, grilled chicken breasts and sauteed vegetables" "I should have gotten sick earlier," he joked, making me laugh a little.

"You should have told me

me that you were that sick, Julian." He didn't say anything and started eating the soup.

My eyes travelled around

the room and everything was the same, like the rest of the house. When we slept beside each other the first time, I was a bit restless, so he took me in his arms and kept caressing my hair until I fell asleep. When I woke up the following day, my head was on his chest and "Do you have any medicine here for your fever?" I asked him

"I think so," he replied. "Maybe in the bathroom."

I got up from my place and walked inside the bathroom. I opened the small cabinet and found a couple of things I could give him.

"How long have you been sick?" I asked as I took a seat beside him, but he surprised me when he moved away.

"I don't want you to get tick" he justified. "And not for long. Yesterday morning."

After he was done eating, I gave him the pills and got up. "I'm going to be downstairs. If you need anything, just call my name or text me."

"You don't have to stay. Amelia." He stood up. Even though people had been calling me Amelia for years, it didn't feel right when he addressed me with that name. I was well aware that I told him before not to call me with my old name, yet it kind of felt.. right when he did th I was surely going out of my mind. I didn't know what I wanted and was giving myself whiplash.

"But I want to stay." I looked at him. "I will go only if you don't want me here. Part of me was scared that he might ask me to leave.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds and I was already preparing myself to leave. "No, stay." He didn't look at me, but I didn't care. I wanted to take care of him. I didn't like the idea of him being on his own while being that sick.

The caring side of me wanted to make sure that he was well covered in bed, but I also didn't want to be overbearing so when I was sure that he was in bed, I made my way out of the room after taking the empty tray. He didn't eat everything, but he ate enough.

I closed the door of the room and found my legs taking me to my old bedroom. I set the tray on the floor beside the door and took a deep breath before slowing walking inside.

Like every other part of the house, the room was exactly the same. I thought that Julian would have gotten rid of my personal belongings that I left behind, but boy was I wrong. Everything was still there in a good condition. I headed

to the sewing machine he got me for Christmas and smiled to myself.

I recalled the way I hugged him and how he held my body close to his. It was like our boilies were glued together. That Christmas, I felt like nobody was as happy as I was. I felt like I was blessed with the best husband any girl could ask for

At that time, I wasn't sure if he loved me or not. That question never left me and when he told me that he loved me. I was on cloud nine. I was taken to a beautiful world where there was nothing but joy and love.

I opened the door to my old walk-in closet and shook my head. Everything was just like how I left

them. He didn't even donate the clothes. Why would he do that? My eyes fell on the emerald green dress I bought for the first dinner I attended with him. I was so scared that I might have spent more than what he intended the day I bought him, but he assured me that I sp My hands reached for the dress and slowly, I took it off the hanger. I brought it to my nose and found it clean. The whole room was clean. I thought that it was because of the maid who came to clean, but I didn't think that the clothes would be freshly washed.

Without thinking. I found myself taking off my clothes and putting on the first thing I bought with Julian's money. Surprisingly, it still fit even though I gained weight. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled to myself.

I suddenly felt like I was 7 years younger, I was the nervous girl who accompanied her husband who couldn't stand her at that time, then ended up kissing and sleeping with him at the end of the night. I was the confused girl who couldn't understand why her husband could got to see her designs before him. I walked out of the closet, still wearing the dress.

I threw my body on the bed, thinking about everything that had been going on in my life. As much as I hated to admit that, but ever since Maya's wedding, Julian had been consuming my thoughts and I wasn't sure why. I found myself thinking about him even when I didn't Two days ago, Rosie and I made muffins together and the first thing that came to my mind was to take some to him. I prevented myself from doing that because there was no valid reason for me to call and ask him to pass by. The muffins weren't a strong reason, and 1 kn I stayed on the bed for a while and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.