Chapter 2 Two

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" Roman's voice was sharp, dripping with disgust the moment they stepped into their house. "Why the fvck were you at the party?"

Amy stiffened at the intensity of his voice, looking down at her fingers.

"I'm sorry. I only wanted to surprise you and...."

"What a bad joke. Well, you just got tagged as an entertaining wife, perhaps you should consider becoming a comedian rather than sitting in my house all day and just getting fat!" He spat coldly.

Amy jerked her head up, her forehead furrowed. Condemning her for being jobless wasn't a new thing to her anymore, but it still hurts.

"Roman," she called his name in a trembling voice. "I told you it was just to surprise you and nothing more,"

"And you dressed like that? Acting clueless while my boss fawned over you?" His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he continued to vent out his annoyance.

"I see what you're doing. But my boss already have many b!tches to warm his bed,"

"What?!" Her stomach lurched, her eyes widened in disbelief. "How can you say that, Roman?" He referred her to a b!tch.

Tears welled in her eyes, she watched him step closer before pointing his index finger at her.

"Never, EVER come to any gathering I attend without consulting me first. Are we clear?" She hesitantly nodded weakly, returning her gaze to her fingers.

Roman exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair before walking toward his bedroom. He stopped halfway, his back still turned to her.

"I'm hungry," he muttered.

Without another word, he disappeared inside.

Amy stood frozen, the sound of his footsteps echoing in her ears. She slumped to the couch, fighting her tears back. Her phone buzzed in bag that moment, pulling her out of her misery.

She hesitated before pulling it out.

Sara.

Her fingers shook as she answered.

"Hey, how was the party?" Sara's voice was light, teasing. Amy couldn't describe what she felt, should she be mad?

"Why did you do that?" She asked softly.

Sara feigned confusion, "What do you mean?" From the sound of her voice, it's obvious that she was crying. And she knew what that meant-the surprise didn't end well.

The innocence in Sara's voice made Amy close her mouth. It must have been a mistake. She shook her head frantically while wiping her tears.

"Never mind. I'll talk to you later," She told Sara, then hung up afterwards. She then went to the kitchen to make dinner.

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She placed the plate in front of Roman and sat across from him, watching as he took his first bite. She knew better than to speak.

After a few moments, he finally did.

"Since my boss seems to like you. We should make good use of the opportunity." That thought has been lingering on his mind while he was showering.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked softly, he was appearing less upset and that brought her much relieveness.

"Put in some good words about me." He chewed slowly, his eyes never lifting from his plate. Her stomach twisted, how will she do that?

"He only helped with my make-up. That doesn't mean I've to over-read meanings into his actions. I don't even..." the rest of her words got stuck in her throat when he glanced up. His eyes were sharp and calculating.

"Do not screw this up, Amy. Shut the fvck up and listen to me," he warned her menacingly before telling her what to do.