Chapter 8 Interested in my Body

"I never lied. I saw you yesterday for the first time. I was told you are in a vegetative state and to save my father's job, I should marry you, which I did," Julia explained to him.

"So, you were after my money, right? Oh, God! I know women like you are gold diggers. As soon as you found out that I was in a vegetative state, you agreed to marry me at the age of 20. You wanted me to be dead and run away with my money. You must be happy wearing such an expensive wedding dress because you never got to see it," Marimo accused her, humiliating her and it filled her eyes with tears.

She reached out her hands to the back of her dress. "I am not a money-hungry woman. You want me to remove this dress, right? Then, I will," she proclaimed and somehow reached the zipper of her dress.

Marimo scrunched his brows and advanced to her. He caught her arms. "Have you lost your mind?" He shouted at her.

Julia struggled in his arms and asked her to leave her. "I married you because my sister did not want to marry a man in a vegetative state. I sacrificed my life to marry you, thinking I could resume my studies in peace. Your property, your money... I don't care about it. All I wanted to do was study." Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"What?" Marimo was confused to hear about it.

"Why did you lie and ruin my life?" Julia hit Marimo's chest while continuing to weep.

Marimo realized that he missed something very important. They both lacked miscommunication between them and it was indeed a serious issue.

Marimo hated when women and children cried. "Calm down," he said in the softest tone possible. "Let's have a talk."

"Tell me why did you lie?" She asked him.

"Why do you think I lied?" He queried.

"If I knew, then I had not asked you," Julia replied and asked him to let her go. Marimo let go of her hands and stepped back.

"I have dated 300-400 girls four years ago, but everyone was behind my money. That's why I made a plan and decided to lie. However, the proposals which came only have some prerequisite demands including a huge share of my property that would be transferred in the name of my wife. I rejected many such proposals. Grandpa didn't tell me about your age or educational background, so I have no idea. Forgive me for getting angry at you," Marimo briefed her.

He revealed the truth to her which devastated her wholly. His lie had ruined her life and now, she felt trapped. But there was a way to step out of this unwanted marriage.

A Divorce!

"Since you know that I am only 20, then let's divorce. I don't need your money," Julia stated and wiped the tears from the back of her palms.

"That's not possible. I cannot divorce you. I won't stop you from studying either," stated Marimo and stepped back.

"Why? You can marry my elder sister, Sofia. She was the one who wanted to marry you," Julia affirmed.

Marimo chuckled. "If I had not been in a vegetative state, then she would have agreed to marry me. However, I am lucky not to get married to your sister. Last night what happened was only to find out if you are interested in my body or my money. I sincerely apologized for my behavior last night," Marimo asserted.

"Are you nuts? Why must I suffer with you? I will talk with Grandpa and leave the house." Julia wasn't ready to agree with him and decided to talk with Ethan.

Marimo tried his best to keep his cool. He realized that there was no use to make her understand. He took backward steps and soon left for the walk-in closet.

Julia folded her arms and then walked after him. "Mr. Martinez, would you like to open the main door?" Julia stood by the closet entrance, who had a shirt in his hand. He put the hanger back and asked her if she would go away as she had to change.

Julia went back to the bedroom while Marimo changed into a business suit. After a long time, he was going to the office. He put on the blazer and came out of the walk-in closet.

Julia glanced at him and, for a second, she was mesmerized to see his manly features. Shaking off those thoughts from her mind, she asked him to open the door.

"You should freshen up first. Take a bath, change into something comfortable," Marimo suggested to her.

"Your clothes are already put in the closet. You can find them," Marimo said and went to the dressing table. He turned on the hairdryer and dried his hair. Julia, oppositely, went to the closet first to pick up her clothes, and later, she went to the washroom.

Marimo searched for his phone and found it was left in the washroom with the clothes.

He went to the cupboard and took out another mobile set for him. Dialing his Secretary's number, he waited for Emilio to answer.

"I am sorry, Sir, for not answering your call. I fell asleep after having a few drinks at your wedding." Emilio first apologized to Marimo. He was terrified that Marimo would fire him, but luckily Marimo forgave him.

"I want you to send me the details about Andres Sanchez and his younger daughter, Julia Sanchez." Marimo provided a task to him.

Emilio got confused. Why did Marimo ask about the details of Julia Sanchez? She was his wife. However, asking anything from him might infuriate him.

"Sure, Sir. I will get back to you in 10-15 minutes," Emilio asserted.

"Hmm." Marimo hung up the call and sat down on the couch.

'Her elder sister didn't marry me because she thought I was in a vegetative state. But why did they agree to marry off their younger daughter? I cannot let Julia leave this marriage because she is the perfect person, who doesn't have any greed for my money.' Marimo had a deep contemplation until Julia came out of the washroom with her wedding dress.

"Where should I put it?" Julia asked, and he came out of his thoughts.

"Keep it in the closet," Marimo told her and looked at the watch for the time. Julia had worn a floral dress with flower patterns on it.

"Anna, open the door," Marimo said, and the doors opened. Julia looked astonished and gazed at Marimo, who rose to his feet.

"Follow me," Marimo told her and dashed out of the room. Julia was stunned to see the house from inside. It seemed like she was in a palace. Everything about it was royal. They descended the stairs covered in red carpet.