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.
CHRISTY:“Are you only saying this because you don’t want to get a divorce, Everette? You don’t want to be disowned by your family. You don’t want to lose the inheritance.”Everette knew my mind was already set on divorcing him and it wouldn’t change even if he would do anything. “N-No, Kitten. I wanted to be with you. This has nothing to do with my family anymore. ”My eyes darted to the necklace in his hand. It was pretty. “I’m sorry, Everette. I cannot accept your necklace.” His face fell. “My mind has already been set on divorcing you. You cannot change my mind anymore,” I said. “Let’s sleep for now. I’m already sleepy.”How could I sleep when there had been a lot of things going on in my mind? I laid on my bed, my back on him.“What will I do to change your mind, Kitten,” he whispered. “You cannot change my mind anymore, Everette.”“Why? I promised to love you, Kitten.”“Because I’m going to divorce you.” Did he think that promising to love me will change anything? What was
CHRISTY:How bold of him. Did he think I was the type who would say no to sex? For a virgin like him, he sure had a lot of guts to challenge me. It had been a long time since I had sex. Was he certain he could keep up with my libido?If he kept this up, I might grab this opportunity and he will surely regret offering it to me. I snorted. "Oh, come on, Everette. Don't say things that you don't mean at all. Would your stomach be able to handle it? You slapped my hands when I tried to deepen the kiss and now, you're asking me to have sex? You embarrassed me before. What made you think you would not do it again?”His cheeks were tainted with red. “I-It won't happen again, Kitten. I promise. I was only surprised at that time.”I scoffed. “Save whatever you think to yourself. I'm not cut for that.""How would I be able to prove it if you're not allowing me?"I smirked. How cute. The men I had before never asked permission. Sex naturally happened. We understood each other using our eyes
CHRISTY:VINCENT WAS a flirt and he was excellent in doing it. Plus, he was also using his looks to his advantage and his family name, too. Everyone knew a Watson and the influence they carried. My eyes narrowed. What was this man up to? Flirting in broad daylight despite knowing I was married.Maybe he looked for wealthy women, and after spotting them, approached them, got friends with them and when they gave their trust, he would ask what he could offer and then there would be exchanges of services. Like what had happened last night.Did he think I was loaded, too? If he only knew. "I'm not the right woman for that, Vincent. I’m not in the mood to play with your games, too, Vincent. Would you please leave me alone for a moment? I don’t appreciate someone right now."I kicked my legs faster and planned on leaving him, but the man had no plans of giving up.“Oh. I know what happened. My cousin and you just fought. I can keep you company while both of you cool down your heads. I'm
CHRISTY:I glared at Vincent's nonsense answer. I rolled my eyes at Vincent.“I'm not playing with you.”The smile vanished from his eyes before saying, “They just wanted to come to the ship because everything is free. Food and the entrances to all the places are free. That's the only reason, Miss Christina.”“Okay,” I said and continued walking.“Hey. Are you mad at me, Miss Christina?”“No. Why would I?”“You're mad at me. Women are like that. They are not vocal about their emotions. The woman's no is yes. Their yes are no. You're complicated, too. Do you know what? I did not hear anything bad spoken against you by your husband, Miss Christina. I meet countless married men and all they grumble about are their wives. Everette is different.”He did not grumble because he did not care about me. That was the only explanation for that. “What are you? My husband's spokesperson?”He laughed.Why did that house seem so far? I wanted to get away from Vincent as fast as possible.“I am not