2: Is that so?

     The next morning, I watched Tyler as he prepared for work. He didn't say a single word about what had happened the day before, and it felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

   Hate is a strong word, but God knows I hate this man, my husband. I hate him that I can't believe I loved him just yesterday. 

   No! This is not right. He should have a reason before I hate him, right? That is what any normal woman would do. That is what a loving and good woman would do and be loyal. 

   With his head high, Tyler walked out of the bathroom in his towel and began to get dressed. I was awake; it was obvious, but he paid no attention to me. He just got dress, fixed his hair and gave me one last look. 

I wanted him to say something. To tell me what really happened yesterday, but he acted like it was nothing. 

       "I am off to work, Hayley," Tyler let out in a whisper as he walked to the door. 

      I said nothing. Maybe my silence worked as he turned back to look at me for a few seconds and shrugged. 

      "I will have your preparation and birthday stuff when I get back," He muffled. 

  Really!? 

     My feelings were uncertain. Sad, broken, shocked, I just couldn't tell. 

 Well, I wasn't even sad about my birthday going uncelebrated - that was the least of my worries. No, what truly broke me was the way he had cheated and then acted like it was all my fault.

  He said nothing since yesterday and I assume he still doesn't know that I saw him. Should I tell him? 

   fvck! 

Why do I care? He just fvcked one woman, right? 

I wasn't a virgin before we married; I fvcked people to him or let me say; he fucked his way to me. 

     "This is silly," I groaned. 

   The afternoon was silent same as the mansion as usual. Not knowing what or how to feel, I walked to the bathroom and showered. 

       I had no intention of washing my hair, but I let the cold water pour from my head. I shivered, watching the water flow down my shoulder to my breast. I sniffed. 

    Could it be because I refusee to have my boobs done? 

 My breast was okay to me. 34C and it was perfect! My nipples supported the attractiveness and firm. It's one of the most perfect breasts I have even seen. 

     I looked around. The bathroom is big and I appreciate my husband for it. The Golden interior matched with the brown settings. 

     I heard my phone ring, which prompt me to finish my bath, and rushed out. When I saw it was a missed call from Tyler, I smiled sadly. 

     Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! 

After the third call, I gave up as he didn't answer. 

 He could be busy. Or maybe he called by mistake. 

   Naked, I lay in bed with my face up. The Golden-brown chandelier was hanging in front of my face. The off white ceiling matched with the light brown paint and golden interior. 

     'Ughrh! Boring color' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. 

My stomach rumbled, but I wasn't ready to have any on me. I just need to rest. 

       I jerked awake, sweating. I looked at the wet body mark on the queen-size bed as I stood up. Gosh! I was so tired. 

  After dressed in a casual short and over size polo, I walked out to see Eric standing at the front of my door. 

      We ignored each other or let me say I ignored him. It wasn't as if he would say anything because all he does was stay silent and follow me like a lost child. 

    I wonder if Tyler asked him to do that. 

Getting to the dining room, I smiled at the flower on the table. It was mainly red and a few blues, but I loved it. I rushed to it, took the card, and read it. 

           "From me to you?" I said aloud to no one in particular. No name! 

    My gaze met with Eric, who moved closer, surprised. I had never so much expression from him lately but this seem different. 

        "My husband didn't send this," I told him. 

 As if activated, he walked close and took the flower away from me. He didn't even spare me the care as he placed them far. 

      "It might be dangerous," He said. 

  I frowned. 

 I had no idea anyone would want to kill me with poisonous flowers. They weren't Tyler's best colors but it was better. 

      Soon, I was served my meal and as i ate; I watched Eric stand by the corner. Okay, this is getting off hand! I do this all day! All fvcking day.

   Wake, eat, sleep, Tyler, come back and fuck me if he wants and same cycle until he gets me a gift! 

    "Your husband asked that you stay indoors today, ma'am," Eric said. 

   God, I was furious! 

I glared at him, wishing I could beat him, or smack him, and let Tyler feel the pain. He is only a messenger. We don't kill the messenger. But I want to. 

      "Is that so, Mr Eric? " I said through clenched teeth.