CHRISTY:“Miss Christina,” Vince called.I stopped in my tracks and glanced at him. The man was all smiles as if something good had happened to him. He was alone. Everette was nowhere to be found. Disappointment flashed for a moment before I forced myself to make it disappear. I knew it. He was not the type who would wait especially for me. He was not even patient when I would be okay. That's what you get for marrying a man who did not even love you at all, Christina.Why was I expecting too much from him? Everette was clear on his feelings. He did not love me at all. If I expected too much from him, it was no longer his fault but mine. He easily gave up on me. Maybe he did not find me worthy to be waited upon.What do you expect? He had no feelings for you, a part of my mind declared. It was true and the fucking truth hurts.“You’re sweating a lot, Miss Christina.” Vince was better than Everette. He was kind to someone whom he did not even know. He offered me his towel again.
CHRISTY:I met men like Vince. They were the stubborn type and above all, the flirt. They thought they could easily wrap the women around their fingers just because they were handsome.Too bad. I was no longer the type who would jump at every opportunity after seeing a hot man. “You want me?” I asked, raising one eyebrow. "You're dreaming. You cannot have me. You won't have me at all." But if I was single, I would definitely have a taste of him. Let's see if he was as delicious as he looked. "I want to know you more, Miss Christina. I want to know why my cousin who loved Eden married you."I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Don't you think it's obvious?""That he loves you?""No." Why would he love me when he made clear that it was Eden until now? “I think it's quite obvious who he loves as of the moment. No one would love a fat woman like me.”“There's nothing wrong with your body, Miss Christina,” he insisted as if I would change my mind. “Everette married you. It meant he
CHRISTY:Beatrice’s strength left her and fell onto the bed. “Do you think marriage is not a serious matter? Do you think we could easily divorce our husband just because we already got tired of our significant others?""I do understand where you are coming from, Beatrice. I understand you're pressured because of family tradition, but Everette and I have already talked about this. I will ask him to sign the divorce papers when we disembark.""Did you ask Everette if he is fine with it?""He was not fine." he was not because of his inheritance and being disowned by his family. Nothing more. If only he was not fine because he liked me, maybe...just maybe I won't force this divorce. I loved my husband with all my heart, but what could I do if he could not return my feelings? Letting go was the best thing to do. "He will be fine since he loved Eden. Eden will help him.""You're kidding.""I am not, Beatrice. You can ask your brother about it.""Poor Everette."Of course, sympathy would be
CHRISTY:I mentally shook my head, at my foolish thoughts. I must have always thought of him so that I could see him even if he was not here. I meant why would Everette come here?Did I miss my husband so much that I was imagining this already? Damn it. I need to order more beer to forget him. I had to remember that I was the one who insisted on our divorce so I should not act as if I was desperate to have him. If only he would love me, which he won't be doing any moment from now. Making him fall for me was something that I would never succeed in. There was Eden. There was also his mother Clara who deeply hated me to the core. That the only thing that was lacking was to curse me. Even if it was indeed Everette, which I knew he wouldn't be, I had no say in that. His family owned this cruise ship and I was nothing but one of the guests. Why could he not when he also enjoyed places like this? He was not some kind of man who was allergic to meeting men. Or maybe he was back at our
CHRISTY:The impact did not come. When I opened my eyes, I saw my husband, stopping the man's hand while his body was trembling with anger. Everette? When did he come here? Did he know I was here? "Don't lay a hand on my wife," he said, emphasizing all the words and crushing the man’s fist. The latter cried in pain while uttering an ear-splitting curse towards my husband.“Fuck you!” he spat. My heart hammered against my ribcage. “Everette. Stop it,” I ordered. He was not the type to fight someone. He was one of the calmest men I ever met. And I no longer understand why he was doing this. Was he not scared of this huge man? Was Everette a match to the man wearing a black T-shirt? The latter was huge and I did not know if my husband knew some self-defense. "You want me to stop? Never!” To the bastard, he growled, “You don't call her fat or any woman fat."The other two accomplices were on standby, waiting for the huge fight that was about to happen. Three against one? I did not
CHRISTY:Vincent winked at me.“I know you, do, Miss Christina. You’re worried for your husband.” I was worried for my husband whom I didn't even see right now. My husband, who just disappeared like a smoke?I folded my arms in front of my chest as the music continued. Some of the bouncers were cleaning our mess. Which I was thankful for.“I’m not worried about him,” I denied, but Vincent was not buying it. “You're looking for him. Do you want me to tell you where he has been?”I was certain I hadn't noticed him going out. “I'm not interested. He can go wherever he wants. I'm not forcing him to stay by my side.”“You're always looking for him. You're eyes…you cannot deny it, Miss Christina,” he added, with a knowing smile. “Think whatever you want.” My vision suddenly blurred as if the effect of alcohol was already starting to sink into my system.I momentarily stopped and shook my head. I only had a few drinks and this was already the result? I would not get drunk like that. Wha
CHRISTY:FIRST, there was a look of disbelief in Clara's eyes and then it was replaced by anger. Understandable since their family did not accept divorce. It was prohibited. Her face was painted red because of anger and it was one of the most satisfying things to watch. "You are going to divorce my son?" she asked. I looked at my fingernails. Tomorrow, I will ask someone to clean and paint my fingernails. “Yes. Why? Is that against the rules?” I inquired, asking sweetly. “Everette and I already agreed about that. Even if you are against it, Mom, you cannot do anything about it. We are the ones who would be signing the divorce papers. Not you,” I taunted. Why did it feel so satisfying to watch her face turn red with anger? Clara did not appreciate the way I talked. "How dare you!" Her hands swung and the next thing I knew, pain exploded in my right cheek.Touching my painful cheeks, I looked at her in disbelief. “You slapped me?”Why was I always the one being slapped? How ma
CHRISTY:I WAS ALREADY expecting it. That Everette would be surprised that Clara slapped me. That he did not believe it. But seeing the look of conflict in his eyes was like a dagger plunged into my chest.Maybe I should have shut my mouth. Maybe...just maybe...I should have not looked for sympathy. My husband would never side with me, anyway. Blood would be thicker than water. I meant nothing to him. If I did, he wouldn't have left me alone earlier. I felt so betrayed. "I'm kidding," I said all of a sudden, trying to put a smile on my face. "Your Mom never hurt me. I mean why would she?" I inquired, chuckling. “Yes, we have some moments. We had some arguments, but it did not come to a point that she slapped her,” I assured him. Why are you defending the woman who was the second worst to your Mom?"Did she hurt you? Did she slap you?" he asked.I smiled bitterly. "No," I answered curtly. "She did not.""Then who hurt you?" he pressed, his eyebrows forming a straight line. "Kitten.