Chapter 5 5. Jealousy

The breakfast wasn't something pleasing. Mr Williams made these people's hatred towards me waxen, he told them to give me respect and accept me as the daughter-in-law of this family and that infuriated them. I just don't even get why they hate me. Why can't they love and accept me, even though I'm poor, I am already married to their brother. What am I even saying, they don't even love the brother in question and the brother in question doesn't even love me.

They all looked dividend according to their private family. Mr Williams has properly introduced me to them and I now know their names and their position in the family. He also told me the family norms and many other things.

The blue-eyed guy who's Ryan is Hannah's fiance and the black shoulder length hair lady who's Margaret is his mother.

The gray-eyed guy who's Kevin is Melinda's husband and I realize that both of them are rude and arrogant couple. The short blonde hair lady who's Hailey is his mother and what I also observed about her is that she has a scary face.

Their fathers are already dead but my husband has lost both his parents, he's an orphan just like him and he's standing alone in this family, others have their crew and that's their immediate family. I hope he will warm up to me, and I'm ready to stay by his side forever.

I was feeling happy thinking that he was angry because Melinda and her husband were talking bad of me not until he acted coldly again.

Our honeymoon is already arranged and the drivers are to drive us to the airport where we will take a flight by my husband's private jet but my husband said I should drive to the airport in another car other than his. He doesn't want me to sit beside him in the car. That hurts but I have no choice.

Mr Williams chose London for me and my husband to spend our honeymoon, which I don't even know if I am going to have a happy moment there seeing how coldly he treated me from the time we went to the airport till the moment we arrived in the city.

A five star hostel resort suite was already booked for us even before we arrived at Knightsbridge. We were supposed to share the one big ineffable suite that's already reserved for us but my husband booked another suite for me, he even told the hotel manager that we are just friends.

My heart suddenly ached in pain when he said that.

He couldn't even allow me to walk beside him when we entered the reception of the exquisite hotel, he shoved me away as if I were a sort of plaque. Our marriage was not made public, so no one knows that the popular Jace is married. I'm sure he's the one that didn't allow our marriage to go public.

The second we entered the hotel, many people at the reception quickly recognized my husband as the popular American musician. Even though his face was covered with a mask, they were still able to recognize him and they flew around him, especially the ladies but the guards kept creating distance between my husband and them.

There is one particular lady by the name Annabelle. I learned she's a model and an old friend of my husband. Luckily for them, they crossed paths again in London as they reunited. I've not seen a smile on my husband's face these few days I've known him but I saw him flashing a beautiful smile to Anabelle. I couldn't lie, it did hurt my heart.

I know I shouldn't get jealous over such things because I am bound to be seeing it always. I am sure my husband has lots of women out there that satisfy him. Melinda was right, I am just a little wife that is kept at home by Mr Williams. I don't think my husband will ever see me as a woman and as a wife that he should love.

"I miss you so much Jace, I can't believe we will meet again in times like this. I never wanted to come here but now I give all thanks to my mother for forcing me down to this country."

Annabelle clearly expressed how happy she was seeing my husband after a long time.

I guess they must be best friends seeing how open and warm my husband is towards her. Now I feel jealous of her, I wish I am the one in her shoes. The only words my husband has said to me since the night of our wedding are 'what are you doing here? Come down from the bed and don't dare come closer'. I even wished that he didn't speak to me rather than saying those aching words. He does not smile at me or look at me with those warm eyes she uses on Annabelle.

"I'm happy to see you too, Annabelle, you've changed a lot... I mean you've become more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

My husband said to Annabelle and she gave off a shy smile. I just stood there watching with pains and jealousy in my heart as they interacted so lovely but after a while, Annabelle was able to recognize my presence which was partially hidden between those huge bodyguards that walked with us.

"Who's she?" She asked. "She looks young, is she your sister?"

"But I guess you don't have a sister," she added even before my husband could answer. I wanted to scream at her face that I am not my husband's sister but his wife and of course, I dare not do that.

"She's... she's just my maid, I take her along wherever I go," my husband replied.

I quickly glanced at him in shock.

A maid? He called me a maid. I grip my dress tightly to hold back the tears that threaten to fall down my cheeks. I was able to handle it when he told the manager that I am a friend but him calling me a maid right now, not only stung my heart with pains but it made it bleed.

I was deeply in pain and didn't even know when he left with Annabelle.

I hurriedly walked to my suite. Some of the bodyguards led me while some left with my husband. The moment I entered the suit, I didn't even bother to check out its beauty. I just quickly buried myself in the soft bed and cried all night, I don't know why it hurts so much. When will I understand that my husband doesn't love me, I don't think he will ever love me but here I am stupidly falling in love with him. I basically cried myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache or maybe a severe one because my head pounds loudly. I supported it with both hands for a while before releasing it. I should expect this result in the morning since I cried myself to sleep last night.

I am scared of the dark, even if I will sleep in the dark I will need someone to sleep beside me even if not so close but I will feel glad if someone is in the same close space with me so I had to leave my lights on last night but now that I woke up, the lights are no longer on, they are off.

This is a five star hostel, there's no way they could go on light shortage. Does that mean that someone came into my room last night? But I locked my room, even though I was crying and devastated, I vividly remember locking it when I tottered in.

Also, I woke up in a good position with a duvet over me... I also remember not doing such, that means someone came into my room, but who? The only person that has the key to my room could be my husband but there's no way he can do that, he doesn't even care about me.

I just wave the thought away, maybe I subconsciously did all these last night but couldn't remember doing any of them. I climb down my king size bed and amble towards the bathroom. The bathroom is beautiful and big just like the bathroom back in our room.

After taking my bath, I put on a simple gown and pack my hair up.

Just as I was starting to feel hungry, a knock came on my door. I opened it and saw a lady dressed in corporate attire. She just brought my breakfast, I let her take it inside and serve it on the dining table present in the suite.

I didn't order for food, maybe the bodyguards who were standing guard outside my suite did. I'm sure Mr Williams must have given them straight orders to take care of me.

After I was done with my meal, I left my room to take a stroll around the hotel premises and of course those bodyguards followed me.

This place is big and magnificent, no wonder it's a five star hotel. It has a resort where there are lots of activities going on there. There's also a recreation river at the park and many people could be seen enjoying themselves there.

I just took a seat at a corner and ordered a soft drink. Taking a sip from my drink, my eyes relish the beautiful view in front of me. Seeing many people around me with their happy and smiling faces, it made me forget my pains.

I don't even know where my husband is but I am sure he must be flirting with Annabelle or some other lady. He's popular, rich and handsome so he can get any kind of lady he desires.

Just speaking of the devil, I saw him at a close distance with Anabelle clinging around him, he covered part of his face with a mask which I know the reason he did but I still recognized him, those dark eyes have become familiar to me even in the few days I've known him. I've not stared deeply into them but I still can recognize them anytime, any day.

Though he wanted not to be noticed and thereby covering his face with a mask, some crazy fans still do recognize him. They giggled over him but they are still more respectful to know that he needed some space. But I wonder why he came to a crowded place like this if he doesn't want to be noticed.

His eyes were on me but I think I was mistaken because the moment I wanted to find out if he's actually staring at me or not, I saw his eyes in another direction other than mine.

I sigh despondently. What was I even thinking, how can he stare at me when he doesn't even love me.

He's busy enjoying Annabelle's company. I knew this is how this honeymoon will turn out. Mr Williams just wasted his time and money reserving this hotel suite for us. My husband doesn't want this honeymoon, if he had wanted it, he would have planned it by himself and he wouldn't have denied me as his wife.

As I was having my peaceful moment, a young guy walked up to me with a bright smile. He has beautiful brown hair and he appears cool. Regarding his accent, I guess he must be a native of London.

"Hi," his voice is calm and sweet, not like my husband's.

"Hello," I also returned the beautiful smile he flashed towards me.

"Should I sit with you?" he asked. I hesitated a little bit before replying yes. Though he appears nice and cool, I still shouldn't trust anyone in the city I've just visited for the first time.

"I'm Darren," he said, stretching out his hand which I took.

"Constance," I replied.

"Your name is beautiful just like your face." His words made me smile shyly and threw my face down. No one has ever complimented me this sweetly before.

When I look up to stare at him, my eyes subconsciously wander to where my husband is seated with Annabelle. He was staring at me and this time for real. I even had to take my eyes away and return it towards him again and yet, he was still staring at me but this time, his eyes were filled with something I couldn't comprehend. Maybe jealousy, but that's not possible.