CHAPTER 17

A shiver laddered along my spine. I had washed my arm more than fifty times. I could still feel his fingers clinching my wrist. I glanced down at the display. It has been more than an hour, indeed four hours.

My mother called me in the hall. She and my aunties surprised me. When we returned home. My mother was waiting for me in my room. It was only a five minutes meeting. They didn't want to upset their husbands. I didn't take offense. I'm married and can understand them.

A loud knock on the door broke my thoughts. I whirled, feeling a little irked. It faded immediately when I looked at my father.

"Dinner is ready, Mrs Duante Rego." He said my name with hatred.

I love him. But I can't endure it all the time. I don't know. Why did Daunte decide not to come? He must have planned something. We can do it in a better way like together.

"You could have asked anyone to inform me, Sir," I said the last word with taunting.

What! I'm his daughter. If he can