The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 103

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Ever since that lunch we had with our parents, their words have been playing in my mind on repeat. I cannot seem to get whatever they said out of my head. How can I do that? All four of them basically agreed that they saw it coming. They expected Silas and me to

eventually fall in love with each other. My parents had a freaking bet on it!

At first, I wanted to talk to Silas about that. I wanted to know what he thought about the whole thing, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was and still am afraid of what he may say. What if he told me what they said if true and he had been in love with me for a long time? How would I take it? What if he told me that what they said was not true and they were just imagining things? The mere thought in my head seems hurtful. I'm not even sure which option is worse.

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Am I in denial? Have I always had feelings for Silas, and I wasn't even aware of them? How could that be possible? How could one have feelings for a person without knowing? This all seems absurd to me.

I'm not even S**s's type. Well, I don't exactly know what his type is, but I think that if Silas wants to date, he won't go for someone like me. I'm quiet and usually like to keep to myself, while he likes meeting new people and trying new things.

I'm the girl I whom he used to pull her hair just to irritate her for Heaven's sake. No way can I ever be the one he wants. My mind takes me to what Mum said about reading many enemies to lovers books and I shake my head. Novels cannot be true. I know that in the books, football players end up falling for the completely opposite girl, but when I think about it, Silas and I aren't completely different.

We have a lot in common. We like eating the same food, we love comedy movies and we're from the same social circle. We both like to attend good parties from time to time, but we're not party animals. We're both hard workers and determined. I can easily write a long list of all the things we share. I take a deep breath, trying to push away all of these thoughts from my head. I have this paper I need to write, but my mind is elsewhere. Whenever I try to focus on what I need to write, Silas takes over my thoughts. With a lot of with of difficulty, I manage to write two paragraphs. When I'm about to start the third one, my phone rings. T

It's quite strange for Naomi to call me.

"Hello Naomi, how are you?" I say, putting the phone on speaker

"Hey, honey. I'm all

"Of course,

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me. "Listen, can you do me a

if you could check on him," she says and my heart drops. What does she mean by he's not okay? What's wrong with

on Wednesdays because of our schedule. He is supposed to be at practice

at practice?" I I ask,

"No.

Now this is worrying because Silas isn't really the one

going to check on him now and let you know," I assure her and

ring

my keys and his apartment key before leaving my apartment. Each of us gave the other a key to the other's apartment in case of an emergency It takes me less than a minute to reach his door. the doorbell twice and worry ignites in my body when he

only sources of light are the windows and the light of his hallway. "Silas, are you here?" I ask, walking inside and closing

my heart S**ps a beat when I see him. I

shake him and all I earn is a grown. "Silas, what's

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or come "whatin, ought you hereghi can barely make

tries to sit up, but I shake my head. "Stay here. I'm going to make you some soup while you rest. I'm also going to run to the pharmacy first to get you some medicine." don't have to do do that," he says between coughs. Does he really

not going to take long." He sighs and nods, letting

take some money with me and quickly change my clothes. I also make sure to call Naomi because I know how worried she is. It takes me a while to convince her not to come

back to

go to mine first and take everything I will need to make the chicken soup. I'm not sure

I walk inside his place and quickly. I end up making the chicken soup from scratch because I didn't plan on making him something canned. After finishing, I set the food on the coffee table and walk to his bedroom to wake up

the chance to get out of bed. He sits on the bed for a moment, and

"You're breaking my heart," I mumble as I rub circles around his back. I have known