“Too much sugar!” Chris slammed his hand on the table. I rolled my eyes. Every morning in this house is war.“You know what, Chris?” I raised a brow.“I am so sick and tired of your bullshit” I was furious already.“ You always have in mind to ruin my morning. I hate you for this” I continued.“I made your tea with the exact measurements you instructed me to. You always have something to complain about” I quickly added. He stood up while gritting his teeth.“How dare you talk back at me, Aria?!” He foamed angrily. I wasn't moved at all.I took another gulp of my tea and continued. “ You know what? I just want a divorce. Furthermore, I am so tired of you and your stupid ass complaints. Using me every night like I'm some sort of your sex slave, hurting me both emotionally and physically…” I looked at him dead in the eyes. He smirked.“Lucky for you, my lawyer is working on our divorce paper” he replied and for the first time in a while, I genuinely smiled. I blamed my dad for putting m
I finally got discharged from the hospital a week later. All those seven days at the hospital, Chris tried contacting us, but my mom didn't respond to any of his calls. He even sent a text message begging mom to at least give him the location I was being taken to. The nerves! Why does he even want the location, or does he want to finish off what he started? I mean, this man almost sent me to my early grave. “Are you sure you don't want me to take you in or at least talk sense into him?” My mom said when she got to our gate.“Mom… don't worry. I'll be fine, okay?” I assured her as I stepped down from the car.“Okay, be good. Don't forget to contact me in case anything happens again” my mom said. She looked worried. “Mom… ““I'm sorry, I'm just worried, sweetheart. I love you." My mom chuckled. I smiled. “Bye, I love you mom” with that I went into the compound. I waited until she drove off before I continued walking.I took a long breath before opening the door. Chris was home. He d
I laid in bed digesting all what Chris had said earlier. He was right though maybe I shouldn't even be searching for a job when I already have a place in my dad's company, but at the same time, he is the reason I'm in this mess; The forced marriage.The next morning, as usual, my alarm woke me up. I yawned as I stretched. Chris was still laying there. I resisted the urge to wake him up to prepare for work. I got up to wash my face, but by the time I was back, he was already up.“Don't you have work today?” I asked. “Nope… Today's my day off” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms.I sat at the edge of the bed, tying my hair into a ponytail.“Anywayyyy, we should have a couple's day. We've never had one” Chris said. I raised a brow.“Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not gonna work!” I said. He stood up and came over to the side of my bed. “See…” He breathed in.“I know I've done numerous terrible things. I am trying to make this work” he continued. He grabb
“Thank you for coming to me. I don't know what I would have done,” I said, trying to break the silence between us. “Could you believe that sonafabitch?” He replied as he turned to me. He seemed a little pissed off.“I'm sorry I even had to take you to somewhere like that” he said. At this time, he didn't look piss anymore. He looked rather concerned.“Okay” I muttered.The rest of the ride home continued in complete silence. By the time we got home, I was exhausted. He made us bath together, and then we got in bed.“I want to eat you out, tonight, "he said with a small smirk. “You seem a bit tired. Leave it to me” he crawled over to me. I smiled. Maybe I could really use this right now. He spread out my laps. I helped pull down my panties. The pleasure was immersed. This was the first time my husband really made me feel this good. I let out a soft moan.I woke up the next morning feeling much better. My husband was still asleep at that time. We were literally facing each other. I
Chris phone rang. It was four in the freaking morning. Who on earth calls someone at this time?“Chris… Your phone” I mumbled with closed eyes. He picked up the phone, there were already people wailing in the background.“Could it have had anything to do with Lucas?” I thought.“Lucas is gone…” Chris's voice trailed off.“What? How come?” I was confused. How can Lucas, someone I met full of energy days ago, just die like that?“He tried to commit suicide. He was suffering from depression. He took pills, but they were able to rush him to the hospital. Sadly, he couldn't make it"I closed my eyes, digesting all what Chris had said. I know I had just met him just once, but he was a really sweet and funny guy. Occasionally, we don't even know what people are battling with until we have a deep conversation with them.“Chris… I'm sorry. May his soul find rest” I adjusted myself to him until we were just an inch apart and without saying a word, I pulled him into a hug. He hugged me even tigh
WRITER'S POINT OF VIEW As soon as work was over, Chris got to his car. Normally, when Lucas was still alive, he would drive Lucas home every day to a point he made it routine. Now, staring at the empty seat, it just brought back plenty of memories. Jessica walked down to Chris full of smiles. “Not again” He mumbled under his breath. “What do you want, Jessie?” He asked as she stood there with folded arms. “We need to talk, Christopher” she replied with a pout. “In somewhere quiet. I know an exact spot” Jessica quickly added. “You don't ever quit, do you?” He frowned. “Just this last time and I'd never bother you again, I promise” She said. The club was pretty lousy and crazy. Everyone were dancing and having a good time. “This is my favorite place to hang out whenever I feel blue or lonely” Jessica said after they grabbed a chair. “So why are we here? What is it that was so important that we needed to talk about?” Chris asked, ignoring all what she had said while he wat
Mom drove me home and surprisingly, I wasn't expecting to meet my dad because he's a busy person, but there he was sitting on the couch watching whatever that pleased him.“You never told me I was going to meet dad,” I whispered to my mom.“I know” She laughed.“ It was a surprise. He has plenty of things to say to you” My mom added. My dad's face beamed with a small smile when he saw me. My dad hasn't changed much, just the little wrinkles on his face here and there and the gray hair. I dropped the luggage right there and breathed a sigh of relief. My mom quickly summoned one of the maids to help drag the luggage to my old room. I haven't been in this house in the past two years plus.“Heyy” I said coldly as I took a seat.“Welcome home, my pixie, "My dad with a grin.“Don't call me that. I'm twenty-five now!” I frowned, feeling disgusted already. The name pixie originally generated from Tinkerbell. It was my favorite show while growing up, so my dad used to watch it with me. At f
WRITER'S POINT OF VIEWIt was a stressful week for Chris, having to move on from Aria, selling off his house, resigning from his job as he moved out to another city completely. Sometimes not everything was meant to work out, and the same applied to his marriage to Aria. Chris leaned on his back trying to apply for work online, but it wasn't fruitful. His phone rang as I glimpsed at the screen. It was an unknown number.“Hello, Chris” a female's voice greeted.“Hello” he responded, trying to figure out who was on the call with him.“Why ain't you taking my calls or texts? The security man wouldn't even let me in” At this point he realized it was Jessica. “Doesn't she get tired after ruining my marriage and sending those videos clips to Aria after setting me up?” He thought angrily.“I warned you never to call me again, and by the way, how did you get my contact?” Chris questioned as she laughed mischievously.“I always have my ways, Chris. You've forgotten” She finally responded. “