Dalmi narrowed her eyes and tilted her head closer to the lady. The purple-haired woman with the pair of hooded eyes and thick eyeliner wore a frown on her face, her arms across her chest.
"You really are that girl!" Dalmi pointed at her and covered her mouth with her palm, her jaw dropped as she remembered the night where this woman left her alone in that parking lot after an attempt to save her."You...how dare you?!" she yelled and jumped off the high stool to get closer to her.At her side, was Jackie, still holding the shaker as he glanced at the two females in front of him."Uh...Dalmi, do you know who this woman is?" Jackie asked and tilted his head to her.Brooke, the woman with the purple hair eyed him with her sharp orbs the moment he talked to his best friend. He wrinkled his nose. Why would this woman look at me like this when I was just asking? He wondered."She was that woman, Jackie!" she pointed at her again, now, her face turning crimso"Why do you freaking have a number of my husband?!"Dalmi's aggravated voice echoed inside the whole room. Her eyes turned bigger, her cheeks burned as though she'd hurt this woman way harder than what she did earlier."Why the hell did he sent you a message? Who are you, huh?" she reiterated.She couldn't stop herself. Something inside her was telling her to grab the woman's phone and check if it was true.The woman, on the other hand, chewed on her lips and hid her hands behind her back, taking another step backward as fear consumed her whole body.She had been watching Dalmi Arizona for a week when that thing happens, including her best friend, Jackie just to know about her whereabouts.
Dalmi opened her mouth. The excruciating pain in her chest was too heavy. Pain sheeted through her body as her legs curled towards her stomach. Her weak arms slowly went up to her knees as she struggled to breathe."Carden...planned it all," her voice trembled as her eyes went up to Brooke's face. She had this strange expression in her eyes, very far from the ice-like orbs of hers. Now, it was trained with pity...and regret.Dalmi shook her head and buried her face on her knees as she tried to halt the tears from cascading down her cheeks. In denial of what the woman said, she gasped and convinced herself that she just want to deceive her.There was no way Carden would do such a horrible thing. It was just a bunch of lies meant to hurt her.Carden was not the type of man to go beyond those things...or as what she knew. The man seemed like he doesn't care for her at that time. He almost loathed her because of the things she did to stop the marriage so why would he
Carden's hand shook the moment she saw her leaving. Cold as ice, not even offering him a welcoming hug or kiss which, she usually do every time they will meet each other.He walked back to the stove, stirring the soup even when it was not yet boiling. His hand felt like it had been used excessively that it was already weak right now.His face, even when he couldn't see it felt like it ran out of colors. The look on Dalmi's face kept on running inside his mind."Are you sure about this? What if she just ignores us?" Brooke asked as she narrowed her eyes.She met the woman when he went to one of the bars, one of his inventors wanted the woman to be an escort on their table. Brooke was just a mere dancer, but the investors kept on bugging the manager so she's got no choice but to follow it, but then, Carden saw her objections and put an act, telling them it was a childhood friend and they need to catch up then removes themselves off their table."Someone from t
"I couldn't believe my father let me marry a monster!"Carden felt like the world loses its balance and it fell above him. He couldn't believe those words came out from her sweet wife.Those pair of ocean orbs turned from being gentle to something which could mirror the umbrage inside her. All of it felt too much for him."D-Dalmi what are you saying? I was just-"The chair's leg interrupted his words as Dalmi stood up and face him. Her bloodshot eyes looked like a mixture of rage and cold, and it was making him more and more depressed."D-do we have a problem? Why are you being like this?" he tried to reach for her hand, making up excuses as though it could stop the fight between them. He couldn't bring himself to admit his wrongdoings, even though he knew telling the truth could end this...and he was afraid that the relationship they just started would come along with it."Did you do it?" Dalmi asked in a shaking voice. In her mind, she was begging fo
"What the hell, man! You messed up real bad!" Auton, the loudest man among the tree stood up and pointed at Carden with a can of beer in his hand.Carden glued his eyes on the tabletop. They were in the bar counter of his penthouse. When Dalmi left their house a week ago, hethought it would be alright. Dalmi loves him that much and he wouldn't be able to resist him so she'll probably come back the next day, but three days, a week passed by without her in their penthouse.She didn't even bother to reply or even read his messages. Jack wouldn't answer his calls and texts even if he bombarded him, and Brooke's replies were too cold.Was it supposed to be this hard? he asked himself.He was used to being alone
"Ew, girl! What if you miss your husband and then rape me?" Jackie scrunched up his face as he pulled all the sheets towards him.Dalmi, on the other hand, glowered on him and pulled the opposite. They had been arguing now for minutes because the woman was insisting that she wanted to sleep beside him."We do this way back and college! Why are you suddenly so affected? We are just going to sleep side-by-side!" she exclaimed.When they were teens, they used to sleep without issues but now, Jackie seemed so weird. He kept on insisting for her to sleep on the couch or in the guest room."We are not college anymore! I don't want to be with someone who wakes up with dried saliva!" as if he was about to choke, stood up and pulled all the blankets, leaving Dalmi with nothing but the bed behind her."Wow! Coming from you who rolls on the bed and kicks me!""That was why we need to sleep in separate rooms from now one! I don't want to be with you in the same bed
"Why do you look like sh*t?" Dalmi bent her knees and peeked through his side. She stopped right in front of him, but the man kept on mumbling things in his side, refusing to look at her.Her eyes squinted to the messy bar counter. Numerous bottles of liquors are on the tabletop, two bottles are on the ground, and there was a shot glass beside Carden's foot."You really drank all of this? Are you insane?" she repeated. Now, Carden slowly turned his head. As if he saw a ghost, his eyes widened."W-wife? Why are you here? Aren't you angry at me?" he asked and removed his arms from his knees.He poured all his attention to the woman whom he wasn't able to see for almost a week. Dalmi was wearing a plaid gray polo and skirt with a white inner. Her hair hanged loosely on her back, and her eyes directed at him."You...you are not angry anymore?" he immediately stood and went close to her. One foot was standing on the ground, and his other knee still on the floor,
Dalmi sighed in relief when she closed the door of her room. Her hands searched the wall to find the switches, and as soon as the room lit up, her eyes dropped on her bed.She had been gone for a week, and she could remember leaving it in a mess but right now, the sheets were completely fixed. She walked towards it and sat at the edge. Her weak hands crawled through the soft sheets, and her eyes wandered around the whole room.She laid her back and spread her arms widely, consuming all the spaces on the bed.Nothing has changed. Only that, they are no longer fine about each other. She used to be here alone at the beginning of their relationship, but now it felt like the feeling of sleeping alone was...too foreign.Why did they suddenly turn like this? she didn't know. If Carden didn't do that, would they be fine up until now?She lifted herself until she reached the pillows and closed her eyes, thinking about Carden's face earlier made her so perplexed. She