All Chapters of Being His Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damien's POV; I sat still on my seat pondering on what my wife had just said. Did she just threaten me with a possible divorce? I shook my head. She had got to be kidding if she thought I'd let her go just like that. We still had over six months to remain married and I believed that everything would be back to normal long before then. Or, so I thought. Anyways, I gave her some space and by that I mean, I let her be until our flight landed in LA. As usual, she had her face to the car window and did not utter a word to me until we arrived at the villa. Everyone else had arrived before us and were most probably resting in their various rooms so we went ahead to do same. I heaved a sigh, happy that I was finally back home after nearly two months of being away. I had not been here since the year began because even when I left Italy, I went straight to New York to surprise Ariana on Valentine's day. I looked around and saw that everything was spick-and-span just as expected. Barely

Guests trooped in from all over the place and from our room in the penthouse suite, I saw the huge crowd that waited for us outside, they looked so small from up here. I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe it was me because I looked so fierce and feisty with the smokey eyeshadow and red lipstick, my cheeks were well highlighted. My sleek ponytail stood tightly behind my head even as my finely laid edges crowned my creamy face. I stared at the form hugging black V-neck sequin dress and rubbed my hands over the material. It shone so brightly in the dark. Damien had it picked out for me because he was going to wear something similar. Speaking of him, he had been away since the fall out that afternoon. The make over team had been doing their magic on me and I did not have time to think about him up until now. I knew after tonight it was going to be a rollercoaster of emotions for all of us. But I didn't want that to bother me. "Don't let anybody see through you." I said

Our altercation was far from over and we had successfully created a scene that everyone around had gathered to see. "Well, if you weren't depriving him of his marital rights, he wouldn't have come to me." She yelled from the terrace where mom held her to keep her away from me. Lucky for her because she would be crying her eyes out due to pain if she was next to me."My sex life with my husband is none of your business!" I got even more agitated at the thought of what she insinuated.My non-existent sex life with him, that is. I thought."Yeah right. You're unable to satisfy him, your curves are useless!" She spewed."That's it!" I snapped.I forced myself out of Ma Rosa's arms and marched towards the terrace to give the slut a much deserved beating. I was almost there but someone's strong arms pulled me back. I thrashed around, hoping he would let me go but he held on tighter."Damien let me go!" I screamed while my legs were fluttering up in the air."Ariana calm down!" He yelled ba

Damien's POV; I downed another glass of whiskey. It burned my throat bringing tears that stung at my eyeballs. I felt miserable, utterly useless, despicable in fact. I had pulled the last straw and Ariana had finally left me. I couldn't count the number of times I thought it was a dream or a prank but each time I looked around my eeriely quiet bedroom, it painfully dawned on me that my wife was gone. As usual, my coping mechanism was to drown myself in work and not think about anything or anyone else. I had called and called and called. She did not pick up. She never did. I threw a fit the day I came home and saw that a lot more of her stuff were missing from the closet we shared and when I asked, I was informed that she had come to take more of her stuff and no one cared to let me know about it. I yelled at my mom who confessed that she was aware of Ariana's visit before hand and had promised to not let me know about it. Everyone in the house bore a brunt of my anger that day.

Damien's POV; I saw the news and the next thing that crossed my mind was to go straight to San Diego but I was so tied down with work and I couldn't make the trip. A week had gone by so fast and I still hadn't gotten any free time. I had confronted Brianna and even begged her to let me know where Ariana had gone to and she refused to divulge such information claiming she could not betray Ariana's trust as a friend and it was so frustrating that no matter what I offered her, she would not budge. Well now, I didn't need her help anymore. As long as I knew she was in San Diego and she didn't move from there, it was going to be an easy ride from here onwards. I was stuck in my study worrying about what my next move would be when I heard a shrill scream. "Damien!" That was Aleena. I ignored it. I did not have the energy for her attention seeking drama. After a while, I heard my name again. "Damien!" That was my mom. I sat up. "Damien!" That was Amy. I stood up from my seat and briskl