Can’t Win Back My Love

Arabella.I carried my tired and battered body out of the grocery shop to my car, the bag of foodstuff in my hands didn’t do well to help me. It added more burden than relief to me.I let out another sigh as I placed the three bags in one hand and then tried to open my car door with the other. It was a hassle but after trying for a while I did it.I opened the back door dropped the groceries inside, closed in, and entered my car.I leaned my head on the car seat. I am tired and need to rest but I couldn’t do it. I have a lot to do and a minimal amount of time to do it.Letting out another loud sigh, I started the car and drove out of the parking lot.Ten minutes later I was home, the gate was opened for me by the security guard, and after I parked in front of the mansion I sat in the car waiting for someone to come to help me take these things inside. One minute passed and no one came out, two, three until it got to five minutes and I knew I had to accept my fate, nobody was coming to

Arabella.Morning came too quickly and although I still needed much sleep I carried my tired self to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for them, didn’t care to ask what they wanted to eat, and microwaved the croissants; that’s if they wanted any.I did all of this before any of them would wake up, I rushed back to the room to take a bath when I was done. It is past six now and I don’t mind leaving the house by this time.I picked a flowery dress, something that wasn’t too short or long. Though I love wearing short things, being the wife of Ashton came with a lot of rules.I can’t dress like a slut; that isn’t good for the press and for his business.I need to eat healthy, look healthy, and always have a smile on my face at all times. Which I find annoying at times.I brushed and packed my hair in a tight bun, I have a lot to do today and wouldn’t want my hair to be a problem. As I was busy applying a little makeup on my face, I heard a shuffling sound from the bed. I look over my shou