Chapter Six

Kalia.

Two weeks later. 

Waiting by the window. 

It had been a few weeks now since the wedding and he was still icing me out. I knew why but I refused to accept it. There was no way I was going to live like this for the next two years. 

I hated how he treated me, how he made me feel and everyday I promised myself that I would not care, I would not think about him, but how could I not. I was in love with him and I could not stop even if I wanted to. 

I found mused craving for his attention, his touch, I even missed his voice. 

I looked at the watch again for the millionth time, nothing. Maybe something was wrong with my phone. I thought to myself as I walked to the kitchen. 

"Hey Maria," I said to the housekeeper who was busy washing utensils in the kitchen. "Has Jake called yet?" I asked her hopeful, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, I could see the pity in her eyes. She felt sorry for me. 

"He said he will be late." she finally said, our eyes met, and I tried to hold back the tears welling up. 

"Oooh," I said awkwardly and walked back to my room. 

I tried to lie on the bed, still looking at my phone, there was nothing. Jake had called the housekeeper, but he didn't leave me even one message. 

Maybe I deserved it. I said to myself trying to ignore the urge to break down. 

I looked at the time again, it was almost ten pm. I put my phone on the night stand and tried to get some sleep. 

I don't know how long I lay there, unable to do it anymore, I slowly got up and walked over to the window, I sat on the couch looking out of the window. 

From up here I could see the main gate and whoever came in and went out. 

His car was still not in the garage. 

My fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of the curtains, pulling them back just enough to get a glimpse of the empty parking and road leading up to our main gate. 

Everytime I saw headlights approaching my heart fluttered with hope and every time the cars passed by, my heart sank with disappointment. I had been sitting there for hours, just watching cars and counting the stars. 

I looked at the time again, it was now past midnight. 

Where was he? 

I knew things were bad between us, and everyday things just kept getting worse. But this morning, I had asked him to just have dinner with me. 

He had reacted so calmly that I believed him. 

I stood up and started pacing around the room, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors, the house felt too still, too quiet. 

The ticking of the clock seemed louder, more intrusive as each second passed by. 

I finally picked up my phone and dialled his number. We had been married for over a month now, and he had never even once called me. He only left messages for me.

My hands started shaking as his phone rang, it rang thrice before finally going into voicemail. 

My breath caught in my throat as I listened to his voice, bright, familiar, telling me to leave a message. 

I hung up without saying anything, my chest tightening. 

"Where are you? I'm starting to get worried" I sent the text and sat back, hoping he would atleast respond. 

A few minutes went by and there was nothing, but the message seemed to have been delivered. 

I dialled his number again, my hands shaking even more than before. 

This time the phone rang once and someone picked up. 

"Jake." i said slowly my voice wavering and shaking, but the voice on the other side of the line wasn't his. 

It was not Jake. It was a woman’s voice, that sent an unfamiliar chill down my spine. 

"Who is this?" I stammered, my voice barely audible. 

There was silence for a few seconds before the woman finally spoke. 

"Jake is not available right now." she said, her voice indifferent. 

"Who are you and where is Jake?" I demanded, my blood boiling now with anger, I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. 

The woman did not answer me, instead the call immediately disconnected. 

I stared at my phone in disbelief, my hands trembling as tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, blurring my vision as a wave of emo4 crashed over my confusion anger and deep gnawing sense of betrayal. 

I tried to call the phone again, but this time the call went straight to voicemail. 

I hang up in tears and with only the sound of my ragged breathing and the ticking clock.. Tears fell down my face as I collapsed unto the couch, my body wraxked with sobs. I clutched a pillow to my chest, as if it could somehow help with how I was feeling. 

I cried until exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted into a restless sleep,