My Missing Bride Wakes Up in My Brother’s Room

They were my parents, too, but why would they treat Esther and me like that?

Was it just because when we were young, the deceitful fortune-teller claimed that my brother was born extraordinary?

Born extraordinary? When the whole family was ruined, I thought, they would know how extraordinary he was!

For Esther to forget the unpleasantness as soon as possible, we left Northside and bought a house in a new place.

For fear that she couldn't get over it, I stayed with her every day. I also accompanied her to the orphanage and visited children with no parents.

Under my careful care, Esther's closed heart was finally reopened to me.

Like a healing wound, she began to feel the warmth of life again.

The company repeatedly called me. It was my brother who abused his powers and made a blunder again.

The directors are desperate to have me back to pick up the pieces.

Overhearing the call, Esther smiled and told me she was all right.

She said work was important and asked me to return to deal with it.

In the orphanage, I saw her playing happily with the children. It seemed that her mood lightened a lot.

Considering for a long time, I spared the time and flew back to Northside.

I cammed with her on Whats​App until I saw her sleeping soundly at night.

At two o'clock in the morning, I returned home.

When I turned on the light, I saw the moonlight casting dappled shadows through the curtains, but I didn't see Esther.

She was not in the bedroom!

I felt my heart in my mouth. A faint light came through the bathroom door and then came the sound of water.

I ran over, pushed the door open and got in.

I saw Esther standing in the shower with her back to me, water pouring relentlessly over her head.

The shower head sent out steaming hot water, and Esther's entire back turned red.

The scalding water was pouring down on her as if she wanted to wash all the unhappiness and dirt out of her.

As she trembled, my eyes turned scarlet.

I repressed heartache and worry, my nails embedded in my palms.

As she was weeping, she couldn't help shivering.

I quickly went closer to her and turned off the hot water.

I asked her cautiously in a soft voice, "Esther, have you finished showering?"

She did not answer but tightened her body to stop shaking, standing still.

I knew she was afraid of my worry and was trying to calm herself by gritting her teeth.

I reached out with a trembling hand and touched her gently on the back shoulder, trying to comfort her.

She shuddered and then quickly covered her face. After a long time, she finally turned around.

She looked up and tried to smile at me.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing this, the pain stabbed at his chest as if it had been torn by something.

I took her in my arms and held her tight.

"I'm sorry. I... I just feel too hot, so... so..."

Noticing I didn't speak, she tried to explain, sounding incoherent.

In a panic, she subconsciously turned on the faucet.

This action made me heartbroken to the utmost.

I held her tightly in my arms, shielding her from the water.

The hot water from above had my clothes soaked.

At this moment, I just wanted her to know one thing.

No matter what happened, I would be there for her.

We stood together in the water, without words, just each other's body heat and the water intertwined.

After a long time, she finally looked up and said she had finished showering.

I reached out my hand for her face to wipe off the liquid, a mix of tears and water.