Married to him; The arranged marriage

"Too much sugar!" Chris slammed his hand on the table. I rolled my eyes. Every morning in this house is war. "You know what, Chris?" I raised a brow. "I am so sick and tired of your bullshit" I was furious already. " You always have in it in mind to ruin my morning. I hate you for this" I yelled angrily at him. "I made your tea with the exact measurements you instructed me to. More milk and less sugar. You always have something to complain about" I quickly added. He stood up while gritting his teeth. "How dare you talk back at me, Aria?!" He foamed angrily. I wasn't moved at all.

I was already used to all of these. I took another gulp of my tea and continued. " You know what? I just want a divorce. Furthermore, I am so tired of you and your stupid ass complaints. Using me every night like I'm some sort of your sex slave, hurting me both emotionally and physically..." I looked at him dead in the eyes. He smirked. "Lucky for you, my lawyer is working on our divorce paper" he replied and for the first time in a while, I genuinely smiled. I blamed my dad for putting me through all this mess. I wonder what my dad saw in him that made him think he was good enough for me, to talk more of him being my husband. "Well, great. I've never been happier than this" I stood up, took my cup of tea and went straight to the kitchen and emptied everything into the sink. I could hear the door slammed. He was gone. This house is a lot peaceful when Chris leaves for work. I rubbed my belly and sobbed gently, like, how do I even break it up to him that I'm already carrying his child? This man has done nothing but emotionally and physically hurt me. I just hope the divorce papers will be ready soon enough, so I can leave him for good. My dad and Christopher's dad have been good friends since I was a child, so my dad and his dad thought it would be a good idea if their children got married to keep that bond. Big lie! Ever since our marriage was arranged, my dad and I bond broke. I deleted him completely from my life. How could he do this to his only child because of some stupid friendship bond? However, It's been two years and a few months since I got married to the man I had no feelings for. Every morning in this house begins with arguments and ends with argument. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I was preparing for dinner when my husband arrived home. I set his table and asked him to join me, but his response was that he had already eaten at work. I joined him in the bed afterward. I was still contemplating if I just tell him if him about the pregnancy, or I should just wait for the perfect time. I laid on my back until I felt two bare hands carelessly my boobs. "I'm not in the mood tonight" I pleaded softly. "Nonsense! You're my wife and your job is to please me whenever I want" his voice sounded aggressively. He got up, stood before me and ordered me to take off my clothes. Without hesitation, I did. I sighed. I closed my eyes and let the darkness devour me, shutting myself out of the real world. My alarm woke me up in the morning. I searched around, but Chris wasn't there. I shrugged. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it over my chest and went downstairs. He still wasn't in the bathroom, dinning table or kitchen. "Maybe he left pretty early today" I thought. I was in the kitchen making some pancakes for myself when Chris approached me. He had a test tube. A pregnancy test tube. Jeez! I had forgotten to dispose of that thing before he even saw it. "What's this?" He asked, shoving it over at my face. I stared blankly at the two striking lines, they were almost faint. "Are you pregnant??" He asked again and I swallowed. "Yes I am. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I just wanted to wait for the perfect time" I responded. "Who is the father?" He questioned. "What do you mean by who is the father?" I said with a frown. "I need to be certain. Who knows what you do when I'm not around?" He replied with a small shrug. "Perhaps that's one of the reasons you deny me sex at night because you have someone who satisfies your needs," he quickly added. I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even ready for my morning to be ruined this early. "Fuck you, Chris!" I said, I tried to walk away when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me. I lost balance and fell on the floor. He got knelt over me, punching me on the face, stomach, literally everywhere. I tried to fight back, but he was way powerful. "I'm sending that child to wherever it came from" He muttered under his breath as he punched me on the belly one last time. I screamed, I cried, and I begged him to stop. "Why are you doing this to me?" Heavy tears rolled down my face. That was when I felt a sharp pinch on my lower abdomen as I winced in pain, then I looked down, I was bleeding. I was losing blood. Chris looked back at me and grinned mischievously, then he grabbed his suitcase and walked out of the house. I staggered up and made my way to the room. I grabbed my phone and dailed my mom's contact. I woke up in the hospital an hour later. "You passed out before I even got there" My mom had told me. "Did he do this to you?" She asked, rubbing my head. I winced. My whole body was hurting. "Yes, mom" I managed to say. I was in severe pain. My face was badly injured. The lower part of my abdomen still hurts. "That boy really pushing it too far. You need to come back home, baby" Her voice was too calm, but she was hurt. "I'll be fine, mom" I replied as she smiled weakly. "The divorce papers will be ready in a few weeks or a month from now" I added. "Where's dad?" I continued. My mom sighed. "He's busy with work, honey" She replied and. I mouthed a wow. The doctor came in a few minutes later and announced that I'm no longer pregnant and that I was suffering from stress. I needed to rest, eat more fruits, and gave me a few prescriptions to help with my healing. As soon as he left, I leaned over to my mom and sobbed gently.

I finally got discharged from the hospital a week later. All those seven days at the hospital, Chris tried contacting us, but my mom didn't respond to any of his calls, neither did I. He even sent a text message begging mom to at least give him the location I was being taken to. The nerves! Why does he even want the location, or does he want to finish off what he started? I mean, this man almost sent me to my early grave. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you in, or at least talk sense into him?" My mom said when she got to our gate. "Mom... don't worry.

I'll be fine, okay?" I assured her as I stepped down from the car. "Okay, be good. Don't forget to contact me in case anything happens again" my mom said and I nodded. She looked worried. "Mom... " "I'm sorry, I'm just worried, sweetheart. I love you." My mom chuckled dryly and I smiled. "Bye, I love you too mom" with that I went into the compound. I waited until she drove off before I continued walking. I took a long breath before opening the door. Chris was home. He doesn't work on weekends. He was somewhat startled when he saw me inside. I didn't say a word to him, I just gave him one glare and walked upstairs. For the first time, I wasn't scared of Chris. I wasn't scared of my life. I mean, what's the worst than can happen? An hour later, Chris walked up with a tray of freshly prepared fruits. All my favorite fruits. "Here. You should have these. It's going to help" He said as he pushed the small tray to me then he sat next to me. For a minute, I thought I was dreaming. This has never happened. I blinked my eyes to be sure this was happening. "And why should I accept anything from you, huh?" I finally spoke, my eyes burning with anger. "Because I want you to get better, Aria" he responded softly, and I eyed him from head to toe. "So, is your way of apologizing?" I folded my arms. "Ohhh, please. To hell with it!" I yelled. I struggled to get up from the bed and tried to walk away, but when he tried to touch me, I slapped his hand off my body. "Aria..." he grabbed my arm again. "I know I've been a terrible person, but I am deeply sorry..." he continued. I wasn't even struggling for him to free me from his grip, I just stood there frozen. "I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but at least eat these fruits...it'll help with your healing" he suggested. " Just leave me alone, Chris" I finally freed myself from his grip, then I went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of water. It was getting late already. I was surfing through In*sta*gram when I heard the bedroom door cracked open. I swiftly hid my phone under the pillow and played asleep. Slowly, he crawled to his side of the bed and calmly laid still. He didn't try to touch me or even ask me to please him in whatsoever way. I was stunned. He reached for the blanket and covered my bare body, then he turned around and laid quietly. Did this seven days away from him shape his character, or he's just pretending to be nice to me, or is he trying to play with me and my emotions? I've known Chris for about two years and a few months, but this new character development is what I haven't seen before. My alarm woke me up as usual. It was a Sunday morning. Chris was not in bed, I wondered where he must have gone to. I went downstairs, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the toilet, neither was he in the bathroom nor dinning table. I was panicking. "Why are you even panicking, but I thought you didn't care about this man?" My subconsciousness questioned me. I crazily laughed it off then it dawned to me that he might be in the kitchen, but again, Chris never goes to the kitchen, especially in the morning. I went to the kitchen anyway and surprisingly, there he was, bending over and whisking eggs. "Good morning" Chris greeted with a half smile. "What are you doing?" I asked with a confused frown. "Making breakfast for us" He shrugged. I watched as he flexed his muscles, reached out for the frying pan and set it on fire. "See, I don't know where this is all coming from or what's going on exactly, but I still haven't forgiven you, so stop trying to get on my good side ..." I said as he shrugged. "Okay. I'm making us breakfast, so can you go to the dinning table while you sit and wait for me?" He pleaded kindly, but I rolled my eyes. "No. I'm going back upstairs!" I retorted. "To the dinning table, Aria. This minute! Don't make me lose it! You're sick, and it's my responsibility to take care of you" He ordered. Fear gripped me. I tucked out my middle finger at him before leaving for the dinning table. His pancakes were good, but I make better pancakes, though. He added honey to my tea and asked me if it was enough, like I cared. I just gave him that "whatever" look. After breakfast, he insisted he bathed me. This was another level of torture. I looked away as he washed my body, but those touch from him sent chills down my spine. "Hope our divorce paper is still going" I finally broke the silence. He looked at me, I looked away again. "Yes... I think it should be ready in a few weeks or less than a month, " he finally responded as he washed the soap off me. " I'm glad" I got some water and poured it over my face. "Okay" he muttered. The rest of the bath continued in silence. The next day, he made breakfast for the both of us before leaving for work. These few days have been weird for me. This was so unlike Chris. Whatever character development he claims he's going through right now, I'm not just buying it at all. The rest of the day, I kept applying for jobs online, hoping I would find one. I would rather not return to my dad's company, I couldn't stand seeing the old man. As for dinner, Chris bought food on his way back from work. "I've been applying for jobs online, I just need something to keep myself busy with" I finally broke it to him at dinner. "Is your dad in agreement with this?" He asked. I shook my head negatively. "Why don't you want to reconcile with your dad instead? I mean, why apply for jobs instead of working with your dad?" He asked again. I was quiet. It's been a year plus since my dad and I last spoke. He is the reason I even got married to Chris in the first place, and that broke our relationship. "Aria..." Chris called me, bringing me back to reality. "Mmmh" I mumbled. "I don't think you require a job. If you require something to keep you busy, read books, work out or something," he paused. "Listen to music, watch movies or do art. Just anything" he completed. I glared at him. "Don't tell me what to do, okay?" I warned seriously. " I'm not telling you what to do, Aria" he responded calmly. "I think it's best if you just rest for a while before thinking of working" Chris added. I watched him play with his fork, then I stared at him and back to his food. "Never mind" I mumbled again, then I stretched for a glass of water, gulping everything down.

I laid in bed, digesting all what Chris had said earlier. He was right though maybe I shouldn't even be searching for a job when I already have a place in my dad's company, but at the same time, he is the reason I'm in this mess; The forced marriage. The next morning, as usual, my alarm woke me up. I yawned as I stretched. Chris was still laying there. I resisted the urge to wake him up to prepare for work. I got up to wash my face, but by the time I was back, he was already up. "Don't you have work today?" I asked.

"Nope... Today's my day off" he muttered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms. I sat on the edge of the bed, tying my hair into a messy bun. "Anywayyyy, we should have a couple's day. We've never had one," Chris said. I raised a brow. Was this man fucking out of his damn mind? At first, I thought he was joking until I saw the seriousness on his face. "Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not gonna work!" I said. He stood up and came over to the side of my bed. "See..." He breathed in. "I know I've done numerous terrible things. I am trying to make this work and make up for everything...." he continued. He grabbed my hands, I jerked them away. " I understand I never treated you the way I should, and I'm trying to amend thi..." "It's too late to amend anything. You killed my innocent child" I cut him off, closed my eyes, rubbing my belly softly. By this time, I would have thrown up already. I never even got the chance to see my baby. "You ruined my life. At this point, I still don't even understand what my dad saw in you. It's totally insane" I eyed him from head to toe. " Can we just attempt to work this out before next month, but then if it doesn't work out we go on with the divorce papers?"? He looked at me, but I looked away, staring at our well-designed walls. The color combination was top-notch, whoever designed them was too good with his works. "Are you even listening to me?" Chris's voice ordered me back into reality. "I'm sorry..." I shook my head. "It's okay. So, I was saying, how about I take you out officially for a dinner date. Just the both of us for the first time?" He said with a small smirk. " It doesn't change the fact that we're still carrying on with the divorce papers when it's ready," I responded. "We'll see about that. That's a yes, right? You better be ready on time" with that, he stood up and walked downstairs. I sat there, completely lost. For the first time in two years, I wasn't scared of my husband's presence. I took a deep sigh and followed him downstairs. Whatever this man has in mind, I hope he's aware I'm not falling for any of it. The rest of the day continued smoothly. I was reading books to keep myself busy. I spoke with my mom for a bit and also watched some TV shows. Chris and I didn't talk much, just him trying to engage me in some silly conversations, but I didn't care. "By the time I'm out of the bathroom, you better be done preparing" Chris had informed me before entering the bathroom. I was confused about what to wear. I wanted to avoid dressing too expensive yet, I would rather not look too simple. Why did I care too much over a silly date? "Uh, uh! That's where the red dress comes in" I mumbled to myself as I brought it out. My eyes glittered I'm admiration as I wondered how the hell I've never seen this dress before, or maybe it was because I rarely went out. I did a simple makeup and applied lip gloss and I grabbed a matching purse. A few minutes later, Chris came in with a messy hair and a wet body. He had the towel wrapped around his waist. My gaze traveled from his messy hair down to his wet body. At this point, I wondered if girls outside looked at him the way I'm looking at him right now and thought he was hot because damn he's fire! Our eyes met. I felt embarrassed. He looked like he was already reading through my thoughts. "You look beautiful" he complimented. I just buried my face downwards. The restaurant was peaceful and calm. It smelt expensive. I walked hand in hand with Chris while I endured all the stares. We ordered for different meals. I would randomly steal gazes at Chris while I watched him enjoy his dinner noiselessly. We didn't speak much, but we would randomly lock eyes. It was awkward! " What the heck?!" He exclaimed as soon as we got out of the restaurant. "What's going on?" I asked seemly, a bit concerned. He stared at his phone and back at me again. I was losing it at this point. I hate suspense. " Lucas's birthday is today. I can't believe I forgot!" He responded as he scratched the back of his head. I was confused as to who Lucas was. He noticed it and quickly added," He's my colleague at work". "I could still make it to his birthday, but can you get home yourself?" He asked. "Are you insane????" I responded almost in a panic. "It's late already. I'll come with you" I answered. His worried face beamed into a small smile, like I just said exactly what he wanted to hear. I got into the car and we drove off. The party was lively. Chris kept introducing me to his colleagues who were around. It was a nice experience as they kept complimenting me and all that. "If this isn't my main guy!" A voice said from behind us as we both turned abruptly. "Birthday boy !" Chris chuckled as they both clashed their hands for a shake. "I knew you'll make it here. I'm so glad" At this point I knew this was no other person than the mighty Lucas. "This is my wife, Aria" Chris spoke. "Aria... This is my colleague I've been talking about; Lucas" Lucas smiled and brought out his hand for a shake as I shook them. "It's pleasant to finally meet you, Aria" Lucas said. His voice was a lot deeper. He was a very short, lively person. "Chris has been telling me so much about you" he quickly added. "Really?" I smirked. My gaze turned to Chris. "I'm joking... I almost thought he was single all these while" Lucas said amidst laughter as we all joined him. After all the drama, Lucas excused himself, leaving Chris and me together. "Okay, I want you to sit right here, I'll be back in a minute. I have some catch-ups to do" Chris informed me as I nodded. I brought out my phone and began surfing through the net until a masculine voice approached me. "Are you alone, pretty?" My eyes met the voice. He looked dangerous with tattoos all over his body and a septum piercing. In his left hand, he had a glass of liquor the other hand, he had a stick of cigarette. " No... Actually... I came with someone" I managed to say. He was slightly drunk, and I was scared. "But he is not here right now, right?" He asked, I couldn't reply. My eyes searched around for Chris, but I couldn't find him. I got up, but he dragged me back to the seat and touched me inappropriately. I pushed him away, but he was stronger. "Stay away from her!" someone ordered. I turned around, it was a familiar voice. Chris! The stranger raised his hands up in defense. "Chill bro. I didn't know she was your girl" then he walked away. I looked back at Chris, panicking and breathing heavily. Chris was totally pissed. We stood there until the man disappeared. "Can you imagine?" He finally looked at me, pointing at the direction the stranger went. I didn't say a thing. I was just glad that Chris was able to make it here on time. "Let's go home" He grabbed my hands and dragged me out.