Chapter Five

 KATHERINE

I brace my hand on my knee as I watch the darkness, since everything in my life seems to be pitched with them, I allow the darkness of the night to warm me.

Everything felt strange, the house, the bed, the kids, and most especially the husband.

I do not belong here, I do not even know what the hell I'm doing here and what the fuck I'm supposed to do since God knows what has brought me into this place.

My life with my husband as Daisy may not have been a bed of roses, but I have never seen a husband look at his wife with such coldness in his eyes, shrugging my shoulders since I have no idea of what transpired between them, I close my eyes willing the darkness to go away and the sleep to come in.

But as I lay there, the only pitch I could see, the only thing clouding my eyes was the look he gave me when he asked me to get out of the room, so cold and live less.

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I watched the kids chatting and playing with their nanny as the morning came. I’m standing halfway to the living room and watching them play, and it greatly warmed my heart.

I made my way to them with nothing but a smile on my face.

“Hey, beautiful kids” I flashed a smile on my face and instantly went cold when there's died.

I had wanted to reach out to the kids, but my hand froze just like everything inside of me. Their little giggles died down, and they refused to look at my face.

“Good morning Mrs. Anderson” their nanny greeted and then kept her face straight as she kept trying to feed the littlest one.

Even the name feels and tastes strange to my ears, as I've never been called that.

Yesterday when I had come back from the other home, they have been sleeping and there wasn’t any way to meet them and when I woke up from my nap I found out they had retired for the night.

One thing though that I wasn’t expecting was the cold shoulder this morning.

“Should I tell the chef to get your breakfast, Mrs. Anderson?” the nanny said to me.

I shook my head refusing “No don’t worry about that” I smiled at her.

She turned her face away from me just as the little one did the same. Altogether, they weren’t looking at me.

Similar to the rejection I have felt all my life, that is the same thing I am feeling right this moment.

“Daddy” I hear squirms and happy shouts from the kids as they leave their chairs running to meet their father.

When I turned around, he was dressed in a black suit and for the first time since I’d seen him, he had a smile on his face as he picks the girl up.

“Oh my precious is daddy’s little angel” He twirls her around making her giggle loudly.

It brought a smile to my face seeing as he plays with the kids and suddenly, he stopped.

I know he spotted me once he stopped the movement. He walked past me to the end of the seat and then dropped the little ones before he settled down on his own.

Instead of standing there like a loser, I made my way to the seat beside the first son, who in all of this hasn’t stood up from his chair.

I am yet to even know the names of my supposed kids and the way they have their faces scrunched upwards refusing to look at me.

“We waited all night for you to come back, Daddy,” the girl said.

The baby who was in his nanny's hand giggled, stretching his hands out for the daddy to take him.

I watched all the interactions going on around me and that only brought a pang to my chest, I am an outsider that shouldn’t be here no matter what.

The food which I’m staring at right seems to gnash at my stomach and I lost every appetite I must have had.

I couldn’t muster up to say a word, so I just stood up and left the living room. 

Inside the peace of the room, I am having a field day of thinking as to why I am here. Firstly, this isn’t my world, so why the heck am I in this place?

I turn in every direction, looking at all the expensive dresses and perfumes that are littered in this room. From the high taste down to the T, everything speaks of money.

I have to work my ass out to even get a pin to my name.

Hearing the cracking of the door, I turned around to see my husband, Damien Anderson walking into the room. He eyed me down, weighing my expression as he took a slow step until he was fully in the house.

“I don’t know what it is with you Katherine, getting into that dining room what were you thinking?” he has stopped walking and now is just a few feet away from me.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, firstly what is wrong with wanting to eat with one's family in the dining room??” 

He laughed, throwing his head back and laughing very loudly. My eyes on him, I imagined what I must have said to make him laugh.

When he cleared his throat, his face was back to how it was before, like he hadn't just laughed right now.

“What did I say that is so funny??" I threw at him.

He shook his head at me.

“You are asking me what is wrong with eating breakfast with the family? You, Katherine, are asking me” He had almost an unbelievable look on his face, “I think that accident affected your brain” He turned around.

I had thousands of questions I wanted to ask him right now, but before I could open my mouth to speak, he threw the door open and left.

As I watch him disappear, thousands of thoughts are running through my head, what life could this woman Katherine Anderson have lived that her husband laughed at the thought of her saying she wanted to eat with family?

I have millions of questions that I want to ask right now, but it seems in this big house I am all there is on my own and no one is going to say anything to me.

That made me settle down on the bed as these thoughts are ringing through me, what kind of life did she lead??