# Chapter 165: You Are My Owner
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 165 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" — a chapter that carries the bittersweet ache of farewell, the fire of possessive love, and the painful promise of a reunion yet to come. So settle in, dear readers, because this one will tug at your heartstrings, make you smile, and leave you yearning for what destiny has in store for our beloved April and Alessandro.
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The morning light crept through the curtains like an uninvited guest, dancing across April's face and pulling her gently from the depths of sleep. She blinked against the golden intrusion, her eyelids heavy as if weighed down by the very dread coiling in her chest. Every fiber of her being screamed to stay right where she was — wrapped safely in the powerful arms of the man she loved.
She turned her gaze to Alessandro, still lost in slumber. In the soft morning glow, he looked almost otherworldly — impossibly beautiful, peaceful, and utterly hers. Her heart swelled and shattered at the same time, for she knew what this morning meant. Today was the day she had to leave him.
April's arms tightened around him instinctively, desperate to memorize the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his breathing, the feel of his skin against hers. She wanted to burn this moment into her very soul.
Her movement stirred him from sleep. Alessandro's eyes fluttered open, and a tender smile touched his lips as he pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Good morning, Aby."
That simple greeting broke the dam inside her. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, and she began to sob — not the quiet kind, not the kind she could hide, but the ugly, heart-wrenching crying of someone about to lose the most precious thing in their world.
Alarmed, Alessandro sat up, gently cupping her face as he wiped away her tears with trembling fingers. "What's wrong, Aby? Why are you crying?"
But the more tender he was, the harder she cried. His kindness was a weapon against her own resolve. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly in slow, patient circles, until the storm within her began to quiet.
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her wet cheeks and asked softly, "Will you tell me now? Why the tears?"
"Because I don't want to be separated from you," she whispered brokenly. "I don't want to do this."
"I don't want this either, love. But it's necessary."
Alessandro caressed her face, then pressed feather-light kisses along the tear tracks on her cheeks, as if trying to drink away her sorrow. "It will only be for a while," he murmured. "Our separation is only temporary."
"Promise me." Her voice cracked. "Promise me it will only be temporary."
" I promise," he said, his voice steady and firm, his eyes holding hers with unshakeable sincerity.
Realizing the sun had fully risen, Alessandro sighed. "We should get ready. We need to bathe and change."
"Yes," she agreed reluctantly.
He rose first, gathering his clothes from the floor where they had fallen the night before, then handed her hers. As April dressed, her movements slow and heavy, she kept staring at him — at the sculpted lines of his body, the way the morning light traced his form. Her expression was so mournful that Alessandro couldn't bear it.
He decided to lighten the heavy air with a jest. "My wife, do you enjoy watching me without clothes so much that you can't stop staring? Perhaps I should commission a portrait of myself completely nude and send it to you, so you may gaze upon me whenever you wish."
April's cheeks flushed crimson as she looked away quickly. "I won't deny that I like my husband and that he has a wonderful body," she stammered. "But a portrait might be going a bit too far... though, it wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually. It would be a way to immortalize your beauty."
Alessandro burst into laughter. He had meant it as a joke, but she seemed entirely too open to the idea. He approached her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I don't think posing naked for hours would be very convenient. I might catch a cold — and without you there to take care of my naked body, I'm afraid I would be in very poor shape."
"You're right. We should wait until I return. Your health comes first."
She had taken his joke seriously — terribly so. Alessandro mentally kicked himself, having forgotten that for April, nudity had never truly been a matter of shame or shyness. A possessive fire lit in his chest.
"Aby, never show your naked body to any other man. Understood?"
"I wouldn't. But why do you say that?"
"Because I would become insanely jealous — and whoever laid eyes on your bare body would see it through mine before I struck them blind." He let his fingers trace her jawline. "I am a selfish man, Aby."
He reached forward and pulled the sheet away from her body, letting his heated gaze roam over her form — claiming her with his eyes alone. "You are only mine. And I don't want anyone else to see you this way."
April's hand pressed against his firm chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "Then I can be selfish too. I want you to belong only to me."
"Yes, Aby." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I belong to you — just as you belong to me."
"Then we'll have to forget about the painting, though I think it would be a shame..."
In answer, Alessandro pulled his pants off again, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You are my owner, Aby. You may see me without clothes whenever you wish. All you have to do is ask."
A thrill shot through April — this breathtaking, powerful man standing before her, naked and unashamed, declaring himself hers alone. Only she could see him like this. Only she could touch him. The thought sent a wave of heat through her.
"Are you serious?" she breathed.
"Very serious."
He captured her lips, and their bodies intertwined once more — a frantic, passionate act of love and desperation, a farewell written in every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.
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Meanwhile, back in the main palace, Sirius had been waiting for hours. His patience was evaporating like morning mist. For the fifth time, he cornered Gabriel.
"Have you informed His Majesty that I am here? Why is he taking so long?"
" I told him already. He'll be here shortly," Gabriel replied, mentally praying for deliverance.
"You told me the same thing an hour ago, and I still don't see him anywhere!"
The door swung open — and there stood Alessandro and Abril, hand in hand. Gabriel nearly wept with relief. Sirius, however, looked like a thundercloud. He was clearly annoyed at the wait, and Gabriel wanted no part in dealing with an irritated wizard who might turn him into a toad on a whim. The advisor bowed hastily and fled the room.
Sirius forced a polite smile. "Good morning to the King and Queen. I'm relieved to see you both well — I feared something had happened since you never arrived."
"As you can see, we are perfectly fine," Alessandro replied dryly.
Sirius, eager to return to the solitude of his tower and the mountains of work awaiting him, cut straight to the point. "Then, Your Majesty, we could leave immediately."
"So soon?" April's voice was quiet, fragile.
She looked at Alessandro, her eyes betraying the storm within her. She knew she had to go — but her heart still refused to accept that truth.
Alessandro took her face in both hands, cradling it like something precious. "Don't make that face, my love. I promise we'll be together again very soon."
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and whispered, "This isn't a goodbye. It's a 'see you soon.'"
Sirius cleared his throat impatiently. "So... can we go?"
April nodded, her throat too tight for words.
She walked toward the door, then stopped. In a sudden burst of desperation, she turned and launched herself at Alessandro, kissing him with all the passion, all the love, all the fear in her heart.
"I will learn to control my magic quickly," she vowed against his lips. "And I will return. So wait for me."
He kissed her back, pouring everything he felt into that final embrace. "I will, my beloved Aby. I will be waiting for you."
With a few more tearful farewell kisses, it was done. April turned away and followed Sirius, leaving behind a piece of herself with every step.
They reached the palace entrance, where Sirius produced a teleportation scroll. As the magic began to swirl around them, April stared at the palace — the place she had once despised with every fiber of her being, the prison she had dreamed of escaping. And now it was her sanctuary. Within those walls lay everything that mattered to her. Everything she loved.
The palace dissolved before her eyes, replaced by a foreign landscape. In front of her stretched a dense, shadowy forest. Behind it, a massive stone tower rose toward the sky, imposing and cold.
She wanted to run back. She wanted to scream. But she swallowed the longing and steeled herself.
"Your Majesty," Sirius intoned, "welcome to the wizards' tower."
April looked up at the daunting structure, her heart heavy yet resolute.
*This is only temporary,* she told herself firmly. *I will soon return to my beloved. I will strive with everything I have to make it so.*
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, my heart! This chapter was an emotional rollercoaster from start to finish. The contrast between the sweetness of their morning together and the gut-wrenching separation is masterfully done. I loved seeing the possessive, passionate side of Alessandro — declaring April his owner was both swoon-worthy and utterly romantic. And April, who once hated the palace she was forced into, now considers it her sanctuary because that's where her love lives. That character growth is beautiful. The tender moments, the heartbreaking tears, the fiery declarations of ownership — this chapter has it all. It made me laugh, made me cry, and left me desperate for more.
**⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars**
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**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Now that April has arrived at the wizards' tower, I predict the next chapter will introduce us to her new surroundings and the trials ahead. She'll likely face hostility or strange challenges from the wizards, who may not respect a woman who is also royalty. But knowing how strong-willed and determined our heroine is, I expect to see her fight back, all while secretly finding ways to reunite with Alessandro — perhaps through magical communication or secret messages. The distance is only physical, but the bond between them is unbreakable.
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