Chapter 002

Savannah:

It was a Sunday and I woke up all sore and irritable, my morning sickness added to everything and it just made me feel terrible altogether so I took my bath and dressed up to make myself feel better.

It was strange that Charlotte hadn't visited my room this morning so I headed downstairs once I was done dressing up. I felt air knock out of my lungs at the sight I beheld the moment I climbed down the last staircase.

I sniffed the air, my eyes widening as I recognized the same scent from yesterday. Only that it was clearer and thicker now. The scent I smelled on Dane's body... So that was it? My husband was having an affair?

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice suddenly turning hoarse. It was none other than Maggie Linderson, my husband's ex-girlfriend.

I felt bile rise in my throat as so many thoughts ran through my head. The bitch wasn't making things better. She just stared at me with the 'I-am-finally-back' look and a sly smile on her face. My head spun towards Dane who was climbing down the staircase, the questioning look on my face palpable.

"Why the hell is she here?" I found myself asking, a little more rudely than I intended but I didn't regret it in the least bit.

"You will not be rude to Maggie, Savannah because it would bring a lot of trouble for you" Dane chipped in, unleashing his dominating aura and I bit the insides of my lips hard.

"What is she doing here?!" I demanded again, ignoring the fact that he just warned me to be a very accommodating wife.

Well, I am far from that.

"I don't think I need a reason to bring in anyone I like into my own house, Savannah. However, I'll tell you to be nice as she is injured and can't possibly go home to her parents like this. They would throw a fit" he said, dismissing my question like it meant nothing.

"How is that supposed to relate to you bringing another woman into our matrimonial home without even informing me?" I blurted before I could stop myself.

"Holy hell, Savannah... You talk as if your entire existence matters anything to me. Just swallow the bitter pills and accept how little you mean to me already. You will remain a nobody even if you try twice as hard" he replied before sitting on the huge sofa.

"Remember your obligations as my wife and get us something to eat, would you?" He added and I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. I fisted my hand against my dress so hard in humiliation.

How could he say all that to me in front of his ex-girlfriend? As if he hasn't insulted me enough by bringing her into our home without my knowledge.

"Why should I do that when there's Charlotte?" I asked in defiance and he smirked.

"Oh about that.... I forgot to tell you, but I sent Charlotte away"

"What do you mean you sent her away?" I asked with a big frown and he shrugged.

"I fired her!" He said sternly and my jaw dropped.

"You fired Charlotte only to make me do all these shit by myself? And for someone of zero importance? Charlotte has nowhere to go!" I yelled in disbelief and he shot me a glare. One hard enough to shut me up momentarily.

"I'd rather you go to that kitchen and prepare something for us to eat, than you getting your tongue plucked out because of your disobedience" he threatened and I stormed into the kitchen, eyes brimming with tears of frustration.

My thoughts drifted to Charlotte as I slowly got immersed in the cooking to let go of all my worries. Cooking several dishes which I normally disliked suddenly became a hobby now that I became a pushover. Yeah. A huge one at that.

I was done cooking in forty minutes and as I dish out the meals, a nasty idea popped into my head.

Recalling that Maggie hated spicy foods, I added just enough spice to make her eyes water before heading out of the kitchen with the first tray of the meals.

I froze in my steps on getting to the dining room, exactly adjacent to the living room, revealing Maggie's head on my husband's lap. So much for feeling guilty over a little spice. This human disgrace deserves a lot worse.

They were both watching a movie, chatting and laughing softly as they both focused on the movie. I have been married to Dane for three years and he never watched a movie with me. He claimed to hate the idea of a movie anytime I suggested watching one with him and I thought it was only normal for someone as ambitious as he was, but he is here, watching a movie with his 'Ex' girlfriend, laughing and seeming unaffected by the fact that she has her head in his laps.

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I willed myself not to shed a tear over the pathetic heartbreakers as I struggled to serve the rest of the meals.

Once I was done, they came up to the dining room, not without Maggie clinging onto his arm like a leech.

I turned to bring the juice from the freezer only to see that Maggie was now seated on my designated chair right beside Dane and he wasn't even complaining.

"Maggie? That is my chair, if you would excuse me..."

"Just sit somewhere else, Savannah. There are plenty of chairs beside this one" Dane cut in and I pressed my lips together in embarrassment yet again.

I went to pour Dane a drink and then Maggie but then the cup in front of her suddenly bent forward, spilling the juice directly on her expensive looking white gown.

Maggie fucking did that on purpose. The way her fingers moved deliberately and pushed that cup... I slammed the jug down and glared at her, hard.

"What is the meaning of this madness, Savannah? Are you that desperate to get her frustrated because of your stupid jealousy?" Dane yelled before I could even challenge her and I blinked my disbelief.

"Are you blind, Dane? Can't you see she spilled the drink on purpose?" I demanded and he didn't hesitate to plant a deafening slap to my face. He fucking slapped me!

'If any man ever slaps you in the face for correction, fight back. Your face is too precious, Savannah' my mother's voice rang in my head but I remained rooted to a spot, breathing hard and not getting a hang of what just happened.

"Let this be your last, Savannah. You had better do everything in your power to make her feel comfortable until the day she wishes to leave, because if not, you won't like what I would do to you" Dane warned before leading Maggie off to the restroom.

"I'm sorry, mom" I cried inwardly as I watched them leave with tears in my eyes but the irony is how I can't do anything about it now. Anything that wouldn't have Dane completely livid at me.

I didn't miss the smirk on Maggie's face when she turned back to scowl at me.