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Sophia's POV

The ride to the hotel we were supposed to spend our first night in was extremely quiet, not just quiet but the kind of quietness that is louder than any banshee scream.

The air between us was electric.

Ethan kept his head glued to the window all through.

The car finally came to a halt at the front of the almighty Blackwood Hotel and Suites.

The hotel was like a paradise on earth—with tall illuminated black buildings here and there, we were led to the VIP resort and my jaw dropped.

The resort was literally something from a fairytale dream—it was built on a lake that somehow sparkled under the moonlight.

There was a mini cabin at the center that was surrounded by palm trees that were perfectly in a straight line, there was another path from the cabin that led to a mini bar from which you could view the glowing streets of Marlia City.

“Oh my God, this is heaven.” I said it out loud, ignored the situation of things, and spun like a five-year-old me would have done.

“I'm so glad you love it.” Our tour guide smiled at me.

“You can leave now.” Ethan said dryly and he bowed.

The man left and it was just the two of us, the electric air, and the birds chirping.

I looked down at my feet, playing with my fingers—unsure of what to do.

“Oh Lord, please have mercy!” He heaved a sigh before heading out of the cabin.

Immediately he left, I collapsed on a couch. I don't know why his presence fills me with so much fear.

Though I was a bit nervous, I decided to explore the cabin.

I walked into the room at the right side of the living room; it was the kitchen. I walked in and was welcomed by the smell of chocolate cookies.

My stomach growled, reminding me I haven't eaten a thing since 11 a.m. in the morning. Without a second thought, I quickly grabbed the cookies on the plate and devoured them.

I would have loved to explore the place even more but my feet were tired.

Luckily for me, the next room I entered was the room—the only room in the cabin.

That thought alone made my stomach sink.

The room was painted white and blue with air conditioners installed here and there.

There were white blinds on the window, sitting at the center was a king-sized bed which had white sheets on it as well.

Spotting the bed brought an end to my observation. I jumped on it immediately.

Ah… what a day!

I shut my eyes as I kicked my shoes off my legs.

The memories of today’s events started rushing in.

The way I had messed up my makeup with tears, the look in Dad's eyes when he took me to the aisle, I bet he regrets his actions but I do not blame him, that is all he could do with Charles' threats.

The humiliation I faced, the way I was trying to kiss Ethan… oh God, I slapped my forehead.

The way he had smashed the cake on my face, the dance and slowly… the questions started rushing in:

What's going to happen next?

Is this how I'm going to continue my life?

Living with someone that can't bear staying in the same room as me?

Am I ever going to have my own biological children?

Even though I hate to think of the idea of marrying twice… I don't know if we are allowed to divorce, if yes, then I would have been so glad!

I got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

I found some nightgowns in the closet but they were too revealing, there's no way I would be comfortable in those, no way.

So I grabbed a short I found there and a shirt that ended up reaching my knees.

I bet they were meant for Ethan but who cares? I can't go about half-naked… ughh!

I went back to the room, ready to jump on the soft bed.

“And what do you think you are doing?” Ethan’s deep voice filled the room.

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt.

“Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well.

“I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face.

Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow.

“Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch.

What the hell had come over him?

Was he trying to seduce me or something?

He's never been this gentle or giving replies to my words.

“You do not treat me like one and why are you suddenly being nice… are you tryna seduce me or what?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could stop it and I bit my tongue immediately.

“Wait what?” He burst into a mocking laughter which lasted for almost a century.

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet.

“Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed.

My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

Is that what he really thinks about me?

'Don't let any of his yapping mean a thing to you, okay?’ Lisa's voice rang in my head.

But still, the tears fell. I heard footsteps approaching and I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom.

I'm never letting him see me this way.

I sat on the bathtub, turned on the shower in case I felt like crying.

Twenty minutes passed and my head was already sliding away from the bathroom wall.

Bang!

A loud noise at the door jerked me awake.

“Are you turning into a fish in there or what?” Ethan barked from outside.

“W… what do you want?” I asked, still shaken from the bang.

“Get yourself out of the bathroom, I need to take my bath.” He grunted.

“Isn't there another bathroom in the cabin?” I asked.

“Assuming there are others, do you really think I would be here?”

“Ask nicely…” I crossed my arms, tired of being talked to like a slave.

“Sophia, open this door!” He yelled but I didn't reply.

And that was it, he started kicking the door for thirty minutes straight before finally giving up.

I released a sigh of relief and in a nutshell, that was how I spent my wedding night in the bathtub.

The night I've always wished to be magical, with candles, flowers, and unlimited romance.

But all I got instead was an angry bull as a husband who wouldn't want me sharing a bed with him.