Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Ms. Faith,” I heard the maid calling me again.

Elijah began to wear his shirt, as if kissing and bringing a woman in our house wasn't a wrong thing at all. Tears are welling out in my eyes and I knew that at any moment they would slip out.

“I'm going upstairs,” that is all that I could say. Everything became heavier. Making a step to go upstairs like nothing happened at all was the hardest thing to do. My entire body was feeble; my hands and legs were trembling in weakness. A dagger was stabbed in my chest and I could feel its pain invading the entire me.

“The dinner is ready,” one of the maids broke the ice between me and Elijah. I glanced at him and I didn't even see any glimpse of conscience.

“You should eat first,” the maid beside me said. She looks concerned, they all do—except for Elijah who doesn't care at all.

I feel like they stepped on me, crushing my legality and rights as his wife.

“I'm fine,” I replied and forced a tiny smile as much as I could.

“Ms. Faith!”

I failed to take another step on the stairs. I can't do it anymore. I was so torn that I couldn't think and move properly anymore. I

I froze when I found Elijah's hands on my arm and waist. Did he really catch me when I was about to fall? I wanted to smirk. I wanted to laugh like a damn crazy woman. How could he care right after he cheated in front of me?

“Are you okay?” The maid quickly asked.

“I'm fine,” I said the same words for the second time. I breathed in silence and stole my arm from Elijah. I walked like nothing happened, feigning ignorance at Elijah's presence. I can't look at him—I just can't.

“Will you be okay alone?” The maid asked when we reached the room. I do appreciate her care for me. She hasn't left my side ever since I arrived here.

“Yeah, thanks.” I had to force another tiny smile to lessen her worries towards me. I closed the door with my remaining strength and her anxious face was left there.

As soon as I became alone inside where none of them could see me, my knees folded in one snap. I reached the cold floor and my tears that have been welling out began to drip down on my face. I wanted to scream my shattered heart but I didn't hear any noise from me. I cried in silence—and that's what hurts the most; crying in silence while sobbing and your chest is exploding with so much pain.

I don't know how long I was there, just crying. The next day, despite the heaviness that is weighing me down, I had to wake up as if Elijah didn't cheated right in front of me. How dare he bring a woman when we just got married? I understand that he's mad at me and I allowed him to fill me with his wrath, but this? I couldn't stand it. What can I do though? I know that I can't get out of this hell anymore. I have to endure it—bear it again.

“You should eat, Ms. Faith. You don't look fine. Are you sure you can go to work?” The maid yesterday asked. I don't even know their names. I just know them by their faces.

“I have to,” I heaved a light sigh while my sketching pad was on the table. I have been holding my pencil and yet I couldn't draw anything. Nothing's running in my head to design.

“You should eat, then.” It was now her, who blew out a heavy sigh.

“Don't worry, I'll have some bites.” I said to calm her down.

Of course, they would be worried. How can't they? It's such a shame that they saw how my husband cheated on me blatantly and here I am, acting like everything's fine as if our relationship is not sinking at all.

“Sir Elijah, are you eating breakfast here?” We heard the maid ask, which caught our attention.

There was Elijah, coming towards the table with his simple black shirt and a short.

“Yeah,” I heard him say.

“Do your thing. I'll leave after eating,” I told the maid as I saw how she became bothered even more with Elijah's presence.

I chose not to look at Elijah and pretended like I was alone at the table. It's the first time that he has joined me for a meal. Isn't it funny? He joined me for breakfast right after he brought and fucked a woman in our own house.

I forced myself to eat and swallow the food even though it felt like my stomach was gonna throw it out. I had to eat to regain my strength even if it is impossible. Each day that I am living on the same roof with Elijah makes me feeble. A hell, indeed.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped when I already stood up and grabbed my things, ready to leave the table with no words and gaze at him. Is he really talking to me? Is he really curious where the hell I am going?

“Work,” I simply replied without giving him an eye.

I turned my back, walking with big steps as I couldn't stand being with him in this situation not until I heard a glass break all of a sudden. I got startled, which made me stop and look back from there.

“Your hand is bleeding, Sir!” The maid exclaimed while they were all stunned. I now glanced at Elijah and found him looking at me surprisingly. His eyes were dark and cold as if they were pinning me down on the wall. I couldn't help but be worried when my eyes shifted down on his hand that was bleeding.

“Damn it,” I heard him mumble and marched out of there. He walked away and I only watched him leave. I wanted to stop him, go towards him and show how concerned I am, but I didn't.

I left the house without doing anything and had to work like I am fine.

“It's a Halloween party, you know? Since we're a couple and newlyweds we want to entice them and make them envy our marriage,” the actress, Selena Carper said happily. Her broad smile could rip her beautiful lips.

“Since you just got married recently, why not make it a horror wedding? I mean, killer bride and killer groom. What do you think?” They glanced at each other while slowly nodding, probably giving a thought about it.

“Well, I trust you.” Selena said with no doubt of me.

“I think that's amazing,” her husband agreed.

“Great. I'll sketch it down and show it to the both of you. I still have a month to prepare, right?”

“Yeah. It's on November 5 so you have a lot of time,” her husband replied to me.

“By the way, congratulations on your wedding. You married Elijah Luciero, right?” Selena's husband brought up.

I froze the moment he mentioned that. Here I am again with this topic. He looks naive though, he doesn't know a thing. Selena pinched her hand, and that didn't escape my keen eyes. Of course, Selena knows everything.

“Thanks. Congrats to the both of you, too!” I tried to make it sound like I am full of delight.

“Anyway, we have to go now. We'll wait for your call regarding the costume,” I was actually grateful that Selena bid their goodbyes. I don't know if I will be able to conceal my emotions if they ask further about my marriage. Not now, not today that I am so torn.

I went home a bit late again because of many clients. A lot of actors and actresses came by with the same event: the Halloween Ball. It was a tiring day again, but it's even more exhausting to go home with our empty house.

“Ms. Faith,”

“Hey, are you waiting for me?” I even chuckled when I saw the maid again.

She was playing with her fingers while looking at me nervously. My brows crossed again. What is going on now?

“What is it now?” I asked, feeling so damn weak.

“I-It’s a different woman,” she muttered. “A-And they are in your roo—” she paused, closed her eyes emphatically as if it was so hard for her to spill it out.

“In my room?”

“You should go and see it by yourself,” she said and breathed heavily.

I crumpled my hands. I was dubious. Should I go there or not? Fear was eating me up. What is it this time? What did Elijah do this time to tear me even more?

I blew out a short sigh and mustered my courage to check it by myself.

“Ms. Faith, are you sure you want to see it by yourself?” The other maid asked and stopped me before I could even reach my room.

I drew a thin smile at her.

“I'll be fine,” I said, even though I know that I would never be fine whatever cruelty he's doing again.

I faced the door for a second before I grabbed the doorknob and opened it by myself.

“Holy shit, faster, Elijah!”

“Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck!”

I couldn't help it anymore. The moment I saw him fucking another woman on the same bed where he did the same thing to me, I just found myself closing the goddamn door with my tears slipping out of my eyes. My world didn't shatter anymore—it's already torn after all.

“Ms. Faith,” they called.

“P-Please prepare one of the guest rooms for me. I'll stay there from now on,”

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