Marital home

Ashley

I don't know what's more shocking is the fact that my husband, the man who rejected me ten years ago, has his hand on my thighs or the red booklet on the dashboard. It was just a blink! Just a blink! Is that how easy it is to get married? No wonder the cause of most pain starts from marriage. They should be banned for future human sake.

“Where are we going?” I decided to push aside all my thoughts and tried to question. Keep a calm and collected front. I reminded myself. Failing to remove his hand from my thighs was already getting under my skin.

“Our marital home, Of course,” Zachary replied, not sparing a glance at me. He was more focused on his drive.

I wanted to refuse but the harsh words of my father rang in my mind. It was not like I had anything important there. I might've stayed in Cooper mansion but except for a few clothes, there was nothing sentimental in there. My family never even noticed I had rented a studio apartment near the office for an easy commute. They