The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

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I'm not an idiot. Silas hasn't been the same with me. It's been a week since the fight and the explosion that turned out to be because of a gas leak. Silas checked on me for two days after what happened, then he didn't call again. Not even once. I asked him numerous times if he wanted to get breakfast, lunch, or dinner with me and he always had excuses. We don't even get coffee anymore. It's like he's avoiding me like the plague. I cannot take this anymore and I want him to talk to him. I want him to get whatever is bothering him out of his system.

"If you really want to talk to him, I think you should make an ambush." I frown at Sabrina's suggestion. How am I supposed to ambush him? Do I even want to do that? It doesn't seem right. Shouldn't I respect his wish if he doesn't want to talk to me? "What if he doesn't want to talk, Rina? What am I supposed to do?" I sigh, pulling the pillow close to me.

"Give it one last try, Rosie. You need to talk to him to put yourself out of your misery," she tells me, but I shake my head.

"I was at fault. You didn't see the way I talked to him or how his face fell." I just wish I could turn back time.

"We all make mistakes. You apologized and if he doesn't want to forgive you, then that's on him, not you." She rubs "But Rosie, does that mean that he is more than just a friend to you?"

my

arm.

I have been asking myself the same question and even though I have been trying to avoid answering it, I think I can now admit that Silas is more than just a friend to me. I think I'm starting to see him differently.

"He is more than a friend." My eyes water as I say these words out loud for the first time.

"Come here," Sabrina mumbles as she pulls me into a hug. We were supposed to be studying, but what we're now doing is far from that. "For what it's worth, I think he has the same feelings for you. I don't think Silas sees you as a friend and maybe) that's what hurt him the most." Could this be true? Does Silas see me as more than a friend?

"But !..." I don't even know what I want to say. To be precise, I don't know how to articulate what I want to say. "I have never thought that he has feelings for me." I frown, looking at her.

"Rosie, you're really smart and a talented designer, but I think when it comes to Silas, your IQ drops to the deepest point of the ocean," she says, shaking her head. "Do you remember when you went to meet your parents and his parents and they all said that they expected you two to end up together?" she reminds me and I slowly nod. "Do you think that they're all wrong? I want you to try to remember the way Silas reacted. Was it normal?"

I think about it for a while, attempting to remember the way he acted. Silas became very nervous when they started mentioning how they knew we would end up together. If I remember correctly, Naomi was the one who tried to help him

out.

my God... Have

looking down. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to tell him. I

what happened. Try to understand from him why he reacted that way," she tells me. This is a huge step and if Silas ends up admitting his feelings for me, I know that there will be

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takes me out of

thoughts. "It's better to try. This way, you won't ever blame yourself for

I need to give this a go even

phone. I take my phone from her and send him a text. I don't think we've reached the stage where he starts ignoring

the explosion. When I called him that day, it didn't even cross my mind that he might not pick up.

done.' He

you going to have dinner with me?' I ask

'If you want to.

us Mexican food.' I know that he loves Mexican

studying for three more hours or something," Sabrina suggests after

on my own. I decide to read for a while after I make an order. I don't know what I'm going to exactly say to him, but I know that we need to talk. I know that I can't

eighty-thirty, my doorbell rings. I try not to seem eager as I open the door for Silas. I'm used to Silas hugging me once he sees me, but this time he doesn't hug me. He just smiles and says a simple 'hi. This breaks my heart because this is not us. We don't act like that. "Food is I is here," I say, trying to seem okay, even though I was far from feeling okay. "You must be starving, right? I bet you always feel like that after practice." I try to strike up a conversation. "Yeah, I'm very hungry," he says, taking a seat. "Are you

"Yes." I nod.

is healing," he says, taking a look at my temple where you can barely see

as I take a seat beside him. "I want to talk to you

also want to talk to you," he says. "If you don't mind. I want to go

we should eat first," I suggest,

chat about college as we eat to avoid making the atmosphere awkward. I'm not

what do you want to talk about?" I ask him