Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 44. Falling for the woman in my dreams.

Chapter 44: 44. Falling for the woman in my dreams.

And yet when I reach to touch that which he has created inside my dreams, he takes it away from me. He is cruel.

However, unlike the previous revelations of the strange woman, this level did not take months to pass. In days, I was able to touch her, to caress the softness of her cheek, to wipe the tears from her eyes.

She never spoke a word, but she never refused or rejected my touch either. Why do you always cry? I had asked her many times, but her response was always the same.

Silence.

It was annoying. Yet I could never wait to fall asleep.

At some point, I could kiss her. The dreams were growing more real than I would have expected.

At some point I began to want more than innocent kisses. So much more.

I’d find myself fantasizing about a dream girl, literally. Thinking of the many things we could do together if we could just get off that damned beach where the dream was always happening.

I found myself thinking about what she would look like without that white dress. Just her bare body pressed upon the golden sand.

My thoughts were getting more polluted all because of a girl who wasn’t real. A girl who was in my dreams.

I tried spending nights with other women, but I kept on picturing them as the woman in my dreams, kept on wishing I knew her name at the very least so I could call it out as I thrusted deep into another.

I wanted her, and I was losing my mind! I could not tell anyone because I would sound mad! What could I possibly say?

That I was falling for a woman I’d only met in my dreams? That I’d stripped her naked with my eyes multiple times? That I’d made love to her in my mind a thousand times?

What could I possibly say?! Who could I tell?

Even the one who put her in my dreams had refused to talk to me since he started tormenting me with visions of her.

It was the middle of this year, when she came to me in my dream again, I could not hold back. I could not stop myself from wanting her, so I kissed her, but even for a dream the kiss was fierce and needy.

I could not control my desires. I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it that night. But as soon as I reached to pull down the strap of her dress, a strong force yanked me away from her and I woke up, wet like a stupid teenage boy.

And that was the last straw. I could not take it anymore.

The next day, I hired a sketch artist.

She had to be real. I kept telling myself that she had to be real. He couldn’t just have been tormenting me with an unrealistic and non-existent woman! She had to be real and I swore I would find her.

I knew what she looked like. From the darkness of her hair to the small mole behind her ear. I knew her, so I gave a perfect description and got a perfect drawing.

With that sketch, it didn’t take a week for the person I hired to find her.

She was real. My joy knew no bounds. Her being real made me feel I was not crazy after all.

But my joy quickly vanished when I realized she was married. For over five years at that.

And I wondered if God was really joking with me. Tormenting me with a married woman!!

The man I hired got me the pictures of other single women who looked like the sketch, but I knew who I was searching for, it was definitely the first woman he had shown me.

Champagne was her name. Originally Champagne Gold, but switched to Champagne Fletcher after marrying her doctor husband.

Even her name was unique and sweet on my tongue. I’d never considered the word champagne to be special, I had never put in any kind of meaning to the word.

Champagne was champagne, there was nothing to admire about the word champagne. Maybe the drink itself was admirable, yes. But the word had nothing special to it.

However, that was until that word was no longer just a word, but the name of the woman whom I was literally spending my nights with. A woman who I was desperately searching for.

The woman who had total control of my emotions without her even knowing it. The very same woman who at that very point in time I was madly obsessing over.

It was at that moment, the word Champagne no longer meant just the drink. No, from that moment, the mention of champagne didn’t make me think about the drink, it made me think about the woman in my dreams.

The sweet woman who was always in tears, that Champagne was the one I was always thinking of.

I remember repeating it over and over again, Champagne... Champagne Gold... Champagne. Then, I tried to say it, Champagne... Champagne Fletcher. And it left a bad taste in my mouth. Champagne... Champagne Gold... Until I said to myself, Champagne... Champagne Grand.

And I liked it. I liked it so much that it was driving me crazy.

Champagne Grand. It was crazy but it was perfect.

So crazily perfect that for a while, the thought of killing her husband and wiping his name from near hers filled my brain.

I know, I’m obsessed.

However, she will never know all this.

Her pretty head is too innocent to comprehend it.

I was going to give up on her. I was at least going to try.

But maybe that was because I had believed I would still be able to meet with her in my dreams.

However, once again, God tricked me.

Because the day I found out who she was in real life, was the very same day she stopped appearing in my dreams.