Chapter 2

Annette's POV

There Nathan was, sitting with some woman, laughing and seemingly having a good time.

I cleared my throat and took a step forward.

"Hi darling. You're home early. " I said as I approached him.

"Oh Annette. This is my client, Evie Jones. Evie this is my wife, Annette. " Nathan said, and I forced a smile as I shook her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you, Annette." She smiled.

"It's nice to meet you as well."

"Well, I should probably get going. We were just wrapping up. I will call you tomorrow." She said as she grabbed her purse.

"Sure, let me walk you out." Nathan offered, and she smiled.

"Oh, what a gentleman! You're very lucky. " She winked at me.

"Yes, I know." I faked a laugh, and he walked her out.

While they did that, I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for us. I had to get my mind off things with Nathan. I knew the woman was just a client, but that made me feel insecure.

I heard Nathan walk into the kitchen as I was washing the vegetables. He walked over to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down.

"How was your day, Nate?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Did you have a lot of work today?" I questioned.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower now."

"Oh, okay, sure! Come down for dinner when you're done. " I said as he walked out of the room.

I took out the knife and began chopping vegetables. I was upset. How on earth can you be happy talking to anyone but your wife? This is absolutely ridiculous, and it seems like he isn't going to make any moves to tell me what the problem is. Gosh, I hated this!

"Ouch!" I yelled. Looking down, I realized that I had accidentally chopped my finger. I quickly went over to the cabinet and placed a bandage on my finger. It wasn't a deep cut, so I would be fine.

I continued making dinner for Nathan and me, and in about 45 minutes, I was done. I was bringing the food to the table when Nathan came downstairs and sat down. I placed the food in front of him and smiled.

"Chicken Alfredo Bake. Your favorite. " I beamed, but he didn't even smile or say anything like he usually would.

I sat down at the table, but I didn't eat any food. I just stared at it.

"So, we need to talk." I started, and he instantly looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You've been acting so cold lately, and I feel like I rarely see you. I don't know if it's something I did or something at work, but I feel like I'm losing you."

"Anette, I'm just busy at work, and I am sorry if I neglected you. It shouldn't have been that way. " He leaned over and touched my hand with a sigh.

"You could have said something. I thought we had communication between us. You made me feel so horrible."

"Oh, so it's about you now? Is it? " He spat, and my eyes widened.

"Of course not. I am just saying that you could have said something."

"You always make things about yourself, Annette."

"No, I don't. I am just telling you that you could have communicated with me."

"Well, I am sorry that I have to work for a living, Annette, while you sit around and do nothing."

"Nothing? I am going to become an interior designer."

Nathan stood up and walked over to me, his eyes cold as he stared at me.

"Oh yeah, an interior designer, huh? What about me? What about what I want? But you don't care about that. You only care about yourself."

"That's not damn true, and you know it. Well, what the hell do you want?" I snapped.

"Gosh, I've had enough. I am going to bed."

"Nathan, we have to talk. Don't walk away from this. Let's just talk about this-

"A child, a fucking child—that's something we can't seem to get, Annette. Something you can't seem to give me." He stated and my eyes immediately welled with tears. How can he say something like that?

"Well, glad to know how you feel then." I smiled through my tears as I looked at him, then quickly walked out of the kitchen.

"Annette, wait!" He called as I walked away.

"Good night, Mr. Taylor. " I said as I ran upstairs and into the room we shared.

I gathered my pajamas and left the room. I could hear Nathan's footsteps as he entered the room.

"Annette-

"Please, just leave me alone right now." I said as I pushed past him and walked out of the room.

I decided to stay in the guest room, and I showered in the bathroom downstairs.

My heart felt as if it were shattered. I didn't know what emotion was more prominent. Anger? Sadness?

Nathan and I had been trying for a child, but it didn't seem to be working out. He knew it was a sensitive topic for me, but yet he brought it up and spoke about it like it was nothing. The damn nerve of him!

I don't know how I'm going to forgive Nathan because that hurt so badly.

I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I never thought I would be sleeping in a different room from Nathan, but here I am.

Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep, hoping for a better tomorrow.

~

I was awakened by knocking on my door. I groaned, rolled out of bed, and walked over to the door.

Nathan stood there, a look of guilt in his eyes when he saw me.

"Good morning. I wanted to remind you that today is my parents' annual barbecue party, and we have to leave around 4." He said that, and I nodded.

I was about to close the door, but he placed his foot there before I could.

"I ordered breakfast for us." He smiled awkwardly, and I nodded.

Closing the door, I walked inside the room and laid down on my bed.

"Not even a damn apology." I muttered as I stared at the ceiling. This is so unlike Nathan.

I didn't want to dwell too much on Nathan, so I decided to brush my teeth and shower to get ready for the day.

Of course, being the klutz I am, I forgot that my clothes are still upstairs in the bedroom Nathan and I shared.

Wrapping my towel around myself, I went upstairs to our room. As I opened the door, I bumped into Nathan. His eyes widened when he saw me.