Chapter 2 A wife

I darted my attention on the ceiling of my own room while resting in my bed. I have just woke up but I can already feel the coldness of my surroundings. It is just so frustrating and makes me feel so sick.

Why did I even end up in this situation? Is it really my fault that I become selfish just for once in my lifetime?

I just shake my head when I think again of the past. If I didn't demand from the things I want back then, won't my life end up a mess like this?

"Ciara!" I was instantly able to bounce back from bed when I heard my husband's loud exclamation from the first floor of our house. I hurried out of my room and ran down from the stairs. As I finally got down, I saw him dressed and seemed ready to go somewhere, his eyebrows were knitted that made him look so grumpy.

Where will he go again this time? Didn't he just leave yesterday? He's leaving so often, and I don't know where he goes. But still, I have a right to know, right? I'm still his wife. I have a right to know everything he will plan to do.

"You're leaving again? Where will you go this time?" I dare to ask him, though it's pretty obvious in my voice that I'm too nervous to speak to him, but still I managed to hide it from him. I don't know, but, every time I need to face and talk to him, I never lose the fear that was engulfing my whole system, it's always like this. My knees keep trembling every time he gives me a veiled look. But I couldn't do anything about how I feel towards him, because the feeling of wanting to see him and to be with him were prevailing, even if he didn't feel the same way.

I waited for him to speak, but I didn't get a reply from him. Instead, he just removed the glasses he was wearing and gently rolled rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if he were tired of answering my stupid questions.

"W-why did you call me-" I haven't even finished what I got to say, when his palm hitted my cheeks. My lips were loosened because of shock and disbelief. I didn't expect that, and didn't see it coming. My eyes pinned on the sofa near me as I fought my back tears. I could even barely open my mouth when I felt the heat and dampness of the tears that were filling on the sides of my eyes. It hurts. It's so sick. I shut my eyes and inhaled some air just to ease the pain and stop the tears booming in my eyes.

It was just a slap, Cia. Don't cry.

I don't want to cry anymore. Please, Ciara. The tears were enough for you to get hurt. Aren't you tired?

Again, I unleashed a heavy sigh before turning my gazed up on him again and meeting his wicked, dark eyes that seemed to be furious. I gulped.

"Really, what is the use of you being alive?" I averted my gaze as I heard him uttering those words that made my heart clenched.

"You didn't even bother cleaning up this freaking mess?" He pointed out the trash that was cluttering around.

But he's the one who made it.

"What's your plan in life beside from sleeping all day inside your fucking room? For pete sake, it's already afternoon, yet you haven't cooked any food, Ciara! Are you really just going to lie down there and have fun?!" He exclaimed that made my head down.

'How could I even do the things I have to do, if you keep locking me in the abandoned room and you're just going to let me out only if you want.' I wanted to open my mouth to speak for myself, but silence prevailed on me, because he has a point. I have to get up early to cook for him because every wives really do that for their husbands. I'm just the one who's dramatic here.

"I-im sorry-" he cutted me off.

"Get lost!" My lips loosened up when he pushed me away, which caused me to fall on the floor, but instead of paying attention and enduring the pain, I just quickly got up to follow him as he was about to leave the house.

"Tyron..." I stopped running and gulped when he glared at me.

"Can you wait? Just give me a second, I'll make lunch for you." I tried to stop him from leaving, but I was also immediately stopped when he uttered something that made my heart clenched.

"There's no need. Waiting for you is such a waste of time." He mumbled. I can feel my body shaking.

"W-wait. Can you at least tell me where you were going? What time will you be back? I'm going to prepare a food for you." I tried to clear my voice when I asked him again, but because of his dark aura, the nervousness in my chest only increased, causing me to stutter.

I smiled bitterly because of the fact that he was just forced to marry me. To this day he still can't love me.

"You don't have to wait for me because I'll be seeing my wife. Do whatever you want. Just don't you fucking dare leaving my house and try to outrun me." It was a cold response from him, before he was completely out of sight. But I got stuck where I was standing when he said something that made me frozen and kept on echoing inside my head.

I'm used to how he always threatened me, but... he has a wife? Beside me?

The fact that he only had forcibly married me made me smile bitterly. He still cannot love me until now. He never once made me feel that I was his wife. What should I even expect?