I am now inside the guest room. I insisted on sleeping with Ameline but she said that she snores a lot. I leaned on the heading of the bed and hugged the soft pillow. The sound of silence inside this room is deafening. The whole white pain of the wall made me see an imaginary portrait of my husband with Samantha. It was late when I knew that Sam was not just an ordinary woman to whom my husband was having an affair with. For sure, she came before me. For sure she's the one that my husband wants to marry and to be with until he would be spitting out his last breath.I touched my face and forced myself to smile even though it was very hard. I was successful to smile but it was not made because of joy but because of self-pity and pain. I lay down in an indolent manner. I looked up to the ceiling. The juxtaposition of my dreams and what came to happen didn't fit with each other. The road from my life a couple of years back then to my life now is far from the prospects I set. I twirl h
I am hugging myself as I enter the house. I went to our house as it was Theron's want. I am afraid too that he and Herodotus might end up hurting each other because of me. I sat down. He's not uttering any words but he was silent and his fave wasn't making any expression. He then sat down opposite to me. I am sure that he was staring straight at me even though I was focused on looking at the table."You slept with my cousin," he declared. I didn't answer. "You slept with Herodotus, Athara!" he then shouted. The sound of the broken glass made me raise my head. The glass of the table was broken as he punched in from above. "Athara, tell me what did you do at his house? Does he treats you well? Does he show chivalry through his actions and his words? Is he way better than I am? Answer me!"As I blinked, my tears fell on my lap. He became to much in throwing malicious words at me. "Theron, if you can't trust him. Will you please give trust to me?"He shook his head. "How could I tr
I let him sleep in that position. I stood up and straightened myself immediately. I even took a bath to get rid of the uncertain feelings that my heart was feeling. Theron makes things more complicated. I was even more confused because of what he said. What is that? If I am not the child of my parents he will not hurt me? If I am not the child of my parents, will he respect me? If I am not the child of my parents, maybe he will love me? I walked under the shower and waited for the drops of water to drip from it. The water from the shower was warm. I like the temperature of the water because it calms my body down a bit. Even my brain that almost bled thinking about the things my husband said calmed down. Thanks to the warm water.After the routine of taking a bath I went outside and dry myself in front of the mirror. I returned to the bed and I see that he was still sweaty. I touched his neck and find out that his skin was sticky. He doesn't like it when he felt stickiness on his s
He did follow me after he finished his bath. Now he is wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. He was also wearing thick socks. The maids are already busy cleaning upstairs. I stood up and pulled the chair where he was going to sit. "What do you want to eat? Fried chicken? Ham? Do you want ham? I also prepared a beef stew for you. Sip some soup to get rid of your hangover," I told him while I was busy getting the food and put them on his plate. I endured the heat my hand absorbed from the thin bowl. "Athara, I'm not a disabled person who can't get food for myself. Just sit down and get food for yourself," Theron told me.The smile on my lips disappeared because of what he said. I just gently placed his plate with food in front of him. I swallowed and just took my food that was for me. I started cutting the ham that I put on my plate. My cut got stronger so the sound it made got louder. "S-Sorry, Theron," I said as he glared at me because of the noise I made cutting the ham. H
I am busy putting the ointment on the bruises that my own hands caused. I closed my eyes as my skin absorbed the coolness effect of the ointment. I'm feeling good somehow. It's been a week after I hurt my own face. "Look what you did to your face, Athara. No one suffered but you. Somehow, think before doing anything to yourself," my husband said. I didn't say a word of blaming him because I did it to myself. And telling him that I did it because of him is quite unreasonable to him. He will put his ass away if I reason that out. He always washes his hands after the damage has been done to ensure that he is not the one to be blamed. "You're here already? I thought you wouldn't come home.""This is my house. I will go home whenever I want," he said. He removed his clothes and took a towel to cover his lower body. He headed to the bathroom. I faced the mirror again. I haven't been able to move the muscles in my face very much because the parts with bruises are still aching. "Theron'
I opened my eyes because I was dazzled by the sunlight that came through the small opening in the window. I stretched before I went up. I will face another new day. It's been a month and today is the last day I'll wait for my menstrual period to come. Suddenly I felt nauseous so I got up and immediately ran to the bathroom. I gripped the end of the sink tightly and immediately threw up air and saliva. "God," I whispered. Stomach pain attacks when only saliva and air are vomited. I immediately touched the upper part of my stomach and gently pushed it down. I couldn't hear anything else except the fast and loud beating of my heart and the water coming out of the faucet. I looked in the mirror. My reflection is blurry because of the tears blocking my vision. "My God, I think I'm pregnant," I whispered again. My smile gradually widened because of my thoughts. "I'm pregnant?!"I hugged my stomach and jumped up and down with caution. Because of the happiness I felt, my eyes produced
••Theron••My heart beat even faster when I saw my wife fall to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and those tears kissed the grass.I looked at our two maids. My eyes were asking what happened to my wife. The two shook their heads. Concha is crying because of nervousness. "Concha! What did you do to her?!" I asked Concha. I can feel Concha's nervousness. Even her lips were trembling. "I didn't do anything to her. She asked me for coffee so I brewed it for her and brought it here to the garden according to her instructions. I didn't do anything to Ma'am A-Athara," said Concha, defending herself. Fuck! I scratched the back of my neck because of the nervousness. I'm not sure what I should do. I'm confused. "If something happens to her, you will be responsible for it," I told the two. "I'm not guilty of what happened. I just followed Ma'am Athara's order," said Concha. Even if our relationship is not good, I can't bear to see her in pain because of other people. I don't want o
The nurses have moved Athara to a private room. The three of us are now walking with mommy and daddy towards her room. The maids were ordered by mommy to get Athara's things and buy fruits for her. I feel they are all favouring my wife. They see me as a villain in Athara's life. I could hear mommy's giggles of great joy when she found out that Athara was pregnant. I was afraid that they might find out that my wife was pregnant before but the child was miscarried. I know they will scold me when they find out what happened to Athara's first pregnancy. "Honey, I am rejoicing now because of the very good news I heard earlier. Can you imagine that? A child would be calling me grandmom and will be calling you granddad. That would be fun! Isn't it, honey?!" mommy said happily to daddy. Daddy laughed because he was happy with what mommy said. "Yes, honey! We will be having our first grandchild soon! You know what? I really want Athara to have five in her womb so that we can have a team