Chapter 3: Rejected

Margaux gracefully sauntered down the stairs with a big smile plastered on her lips. Opposite from her stinking look from earlier, she looked really pretty in her white lacy dress accentuated with her long wavy hair that naturally cascaded on her shoulder, down on her slender back. 

“Look who's here!” Margarita suddenly exclaimed. But her attention wasn't on her but at the entrance. 

“Roxanne!” Wilma chortled. “I was worried you would never come!” 

All of Margaux's efforts to look presentable in front of everyone went to waste just like. As everyone in the dining area, including her husband, didn't even spare her a brief glance. But aside from Hendrix, everyone's attention was on the newcomer who immediately claimed the spotlight. 

‘At least my husband was busy with his phone and not with anyone else!’ she consoled herself. 

She quickly walked to the dining area whilst her gaze never left Hendrix until she reached the table and sat next to him. 

“Come, have a seat. Hendrix called the best chef to cook for us tonight,” Wilma chirped. 

Margaux finally looked at the newcomer and her brows instantly furrowed upon realizing that she was unfamiliar to her. 

“Roxanne, take the seat next to Hendrix,” ordered Wilma then gave her a knowing glance. “Margaux, help the chef bring the food here from the kitchen” 

She wanted to protest and just stayed beside Hendrix, however, after receiving a warning look from the old woman, she had no choice but to stand up and go to the kitchen. 

“You're finally here! Serve this appetizer now before it gets cold!” said the chef upon seeing her. 

She was stunned at first, but eventually, she let out a sigh as she remembered her role in the family. A slave. 

Carefully pushing the trolley, she went back to the dining room. She was already wearing her practiced smile, however, it immediately vanished when she saw her husband's retreating back.  

She was about to call him to ask where he was going, but the word got stuck in her throat after noticing that he was not the only one leaving the dining room. 

She stiffened as her chest thumped wildly while her eyes fixated at the unfamiliar woman who was happily trailing behind Hendrix.  

“Hendrix probably just made an excuse to have alone time with Roxanne,’ Margarita giggled. 

Margaux snapped her head towards Margarita. She felt a pinch on her heart as she thought of her husband going out together with that woman. 

“Right! The company is doing well, so I can't see any reason for an emergency,” another member seconded. 

Wilma's heartily laugh echoed in the whole dining room, “Hendrix had a different plan and it's only for the two of them,” she said meaningfully. 

Her eyes instantly became teary after hearing that. “Excuse me..” she muttered..

“Where are you going? You haven't served us. Come back here and serve our food now, we're already starving!” said Wilma then everyone chuckled while looking at her mockingly. 

After the dinner, Wilma stayed at the villa and strictly monitored her while she cleans everything in the kitchen and dining room. That's why after sending her off, she immediately collapsed on the sofa and dozed off. 

She stirred from her slumber when she heard a nose from outside. She squeezed her eyes and looked around only to realize that she fell asleep in the living room. 

When she was about to stand up, the door swung open and revealed her husband. 

“Why are you still awake?" Hendrix frowned upon seeing her. 

Surprised, her eyes widened and immediately jolted from her seat. “H-hendrix!” 

Hendrix stared at her with his thick brows knitted together. Her chest was drumming wildly as it felt like he was looking through her soul with his intense gaze. 

“H-ave you eaten?” she queried when she didn't know what to say or do. 

She quickly ran to the kitchen to give him food. However, she didn't know if he liked the preheated foods or if he wanted a newly cooked dish. She turned around to go back and ask him, but her body slammed against something hard. 

“I'm full,” he said as he supported her from falling. 

She gasped at their close proximity. Her nostrils filled with his woodsy perfume and his warm breath fanned her forehead. 

She wanted to faint. 

He was her husband, but it was the first time they have ever gotten that close with each other. 

 

“Hendrix..” she muttered softly, full of love and longing. 

Her trembling hands the snake around his neck. She then closed her eyes and tiptoed to reach his lips. But then she was immediately being pushed and she fell on the ground. 

“What do you think you're doing?” Hendrix asked in a very cold voice. 

Margaux lowered her head. She bit her lower lips hard, as she tried suppressing her tears from falling. She wasn't just hurt, but also, she felt humiliated. His rejection was like a big slap on her face; that the man she loved for five years didn't have any feelings for her, even just a tiny bit. 

She was his wife for three years, yet the way he pushed her seemed like she had a contaminated disease.

“Go to your room and sleep,” his cold voice entered her ears. 

She didn't say anything, nor even look up. With her head still down, she slowly stood up and walked past him. 

“Stop hoping that I will fall in love with you, because that won't ever happen,” he suddenly said, which made her body frozen.