"Put me down!" she complained as I carried her like a sack of rice. "Stop squirming!" I said, starting to get annoyed. When I opened my car, I finally put her inside. She looked at me with such anger in her eyes that it felt like she wanted to kill me. "I dare you to open that damn door. It is not funny, Aurora," I said seriously. "Why are you forcing me to go with you? I already said I want to go home—" "And I insisted to take you to your hotel. Yet, we need to talk first." "We have nothing to talk about, Lucas." I turned to the driver's seat. "Yes, we do. You haven't told me why you came here. Was it so important that you flew here when you could have just called me—" She laughed, which made me turn to her. "Call you for what? So I wouldn't see your girlfriend?" "She's not my girlfriend," I corrected her. "You kissed, and now she's not your girlfriend? Damn, what? Are you going to throw your girlfriend away?" "That was an accident, Aurora! I didn't kiss her," I defended
"You want more?" I brought the pasta closer to her that I hadn't touched. I was busy watching her enjoy the food I made. She hesitated to look at it. "Don't you want it?" she asked. I shook my head. "I'm not hungry," I replied. "You're wasting food. You shouldn't have cooked so much," she complained, although she was smiling as she took my plate. "Take it easy on the wine. You have low alcohol tolerance," I reminded her. She just smiled at me and gave her full attention to the pasta she was eating. "Does your fiancé know that I'm the one you're visiting here? Does he even know me? Who I am in your life?" She stared at me for a long time while chewing slowly, as if she was thinking. "Of course," she eventually answered. "Do I know him?" "You do," she replied affirmatively. "I'm just going to change my clothes," I said as I left her there. How I envy her for being able to move on and heal her heart that fast while here I am, still stuck on the day when she left me. I quick
I was sore down there. When I woke up, Lucas was still sound asleep. I rummaged through his clothes to find something to wear and cover my body. My outfit was ruined from the outside down to my underwear. He was a beast! Even though I could barely walk properly, I felt no regret. I wanted it, and I won't deny it. He didn't stop until I was begging him to. I only managed to rest for a bit, but I woke up to him making love to my body again. I went straight to the kitchen to get some water. I must have run out of fluids in my body because of what he did. He was trying to hold himself back earlier, but when he laid me down on his bed, it was like he was going to tear me apart. I coughed when I felt his arms wrap around my waist and Lucas burying his face in my neck. "One more?" he asked, pulling me slightly, causing me to feel his hardness against my back. "I'll cut that off," I threatened him. I hadn't even had a proper rest! He just laughed while teasing my breasts, and
I stood up when I saw Lucas entering the door. It was late at night. He looked at me as I helped him take off his coat. I wrinkled my nose after catching a whiff of alcohol. "Have you eaten?" I asked. "I was waiting for you so we could eat together," I added, but he didn't even bother to glance at me. I puffed up my cheeks and bit my lower lip. "I cooked your favorite dish. I know that when—" "Can you shut the fuck up?" he angrily cut me off. I swallowed and just bowed my head. When he took off his shoes, I picked them up and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. I was used to this. I understand why he acts this way, but what I can't fathom is why he can't even treat me as a human being anymore, not even as his wife. My eyes glistened as he headed to the kitchen. I served the food, assuming he'd eat since he sat down, seemingly waiting. But after I prepared it, he looked at it in disgust before leaving me alone here. He nearly slammed the glass onto the table as he put it down.
"I'm sorry," I muttered to myself as I spilled hot coffee on my hand. I let out a sigh and rinsed it off with tap water. Too early for mishaps like this. "Idiot," I heard a voice from behind. "And so you are" I retorted, turning off the tap. I couldn't figure out why he was here in the house at this hour. The sun was already up, yet he is still here. He teased, glancing at my hand and then chuckling. "Is that funny?" I sarcastically asked. "No wonder your life is always dull," I added, a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "You are getting bolder with your words. Where did you learn that?" "Maybe from you," I replied. "Does it hurt?" he inquired, still peering at my burnt hand. It was turning red due to the heat of the water. I turned away from him. "The bruises I get from you hurt more, don't worry," I said. "Why are you like that? I'm asking properly!" I rolled my eyes and was about to leave when he pulled me back. "You have no rights to turn your back on me," he angrily stated
"Hi," I greeted him as he sat down. "Alone?" he asked. I shook my head. "I'm with someone. They're in the restroom, they might be coming back soon," I replied. "Can we s—" "Husband... My husband is with me," I cut him off. He nodded and they excused themselves, leaving me alone. I forced a small smile and rested my head on the sofa's armrest. It was going to be an early morning tomorrow. I already felt tired. It felt like just a while ago I wanted to grow up quickly, and now I wished I could go back to being a child, coloring in coloring books at home. As the alcohol started to take effect, I decided it was time to head home. I would be driving. I didn't want to return home, but I had no other choice. Plus, my uniforms were there. I hadn't brought any clothes with me. I looked at the house in front of me. The lights were on, and the place was bustling with life. It was late at night, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was already inside. I let out a sigh and walked in. I almost
I left the house early. Even before the sun rose, I was already out. I didn't really want to go to work today, but I had no other choice but to leave the house. I didn't know what that man would do to me again. It's not unlikely that he'll hurt me once more. I looked at the Trion Building in front of me and yawned. I haven't even slept yet, damn it. I grabbed my cell phone and typed a message to Noah. I won't be coming in today. I turned the car to head towards my condo. I'll rest and sleep there for a bit. What kind of life do I have? I was lucky with my upbringing and parents, but unlucky with the man I married. I didn't even choose that man! I just woke up one day and I'm already getting married. What the hell is that? I trusted my parents to arrange a decent marriage for me, but why did it turn out to be the complete opposite? They didn't even give justice to the dream family I wanted. If I had fought my parents then, would there be a chance that I wouldn't have ended up ma
The sun had already set when I arrived at our house with Lucas to collect the belongings I left behind. Just as he wanted, I was going to retrieve all my things and leave nothing behind. The lights were off, so I took it upon myself to turn them on. It's a good thing we both have keys to the house, so it wasn't a hassle if either of us was away and the other would come home. I sighed, my cheeks puffed out, as I looked around the entire house. I had been here for seven years, but no matter where I looked, there wasn't a single happy memory. All I could see were painful experiences. The house was quiet, and it felt like you could hear crickets chirping outside. It was always like this. The house was huge, yet it felt like no one lived in it. It was incredibly lonely. Instead of lingering, I went to my room and started packing my things. Maybe this was the right decision. Perhaps seven years of suffering were enough for me. When you think about it, there are so many men in the world