Author's point of view...
"Who are you?" he asked and Ericka didn't know what to answer. He wasn't joking. He was damn serious and Ericka clearly knew that he might be having an answer in his mind.
"I...I am..."
Ericka bit her lip, and after a moment, she lowered her head and said in a low tone,
"Your wife."
She felt embarrassed. The words felt heavier and awkward to speak before him. She hesitated to look into his eyes. Nathan sneered disdainfully. He thought she was feeling uneasy about being married to him.
"Is it that shameful to be my wife?" Nathan asked, raising his gaze. Ericka looked up, bewildered.
Where did he get that idea from?
Nathan casually pulled out his gun and played with it in his hands. He had a white piece of cloth wrapped around it.
Ericka stiffened. Was her answer wrong? Why would he always take her words in a different way?
"No!" she smacked, "Of course not" she quickly replied, afraid that he might take offense and point the gun at her
