Twenty four hours

Thalia's pov

I turned on the soft bed, the covers wrapping my body tightly. Goodness, the bed felt heavenly. I could stay on it all day without feeling guilty.

But the dim light penetrating from the curtains made it very difficult for me to go back to sleep. At the end of the day, I had to force myself awake.

I groaned, trying to sit up while my head banged up pretty hard. What happened? I couldn't remember. 

"There is a hangover soup on the bed stand. You should drink some while it is warm." A deep voice called out.

My hands reached out to the bed stand. I was halfway round the contents in the cup when reality dawned on me. Who owned the voice? Surely, it didn't sound familiar enough for me to figure it out within that short minute.

I turned my head towards the direction where the voice came from. My eyes widened at the half opened chest of a gorgeous being I have never seen before.

I took my eyes off it. They roamed around the room instead. White bed covers. Definitely not my matrimonial bed. Black curtains and a black sleek floor. All of a sudden, it started flooding into my head.

Last night, I drove to a club. I wanted to forget about my pain for a while and ended up drinking too much. A strange man came to keep me company. That was the part my memory decided to stop.

My hands flew to the covers around me as I lifted it up. My clothes were intact. But what if they were worn right after –

"We – we didn't do anything right?" I asked, turning to the man.

He stared at me confusingly before a chuckle escaped his lips. For the love of God, I was just noticing his face. A little bit oval but sharp. He was quite different from Eirik.

"We didn't do anything." He responded.

But I wasn't listening. Remembering Eirik, I picked up my phone. It was past 2pm. He should have called if he didn't see me in the house. At least, by that, I would know he was worried about me and probably has me in his heart.

I clicked my phone open. No missed calls. My other hand clenched and tightened into a fist. No calls from my so-called husband. That meant he hadn't returned to the house with Ianth. I bit my lips, trying to contain my anger.

"Who are you? How did I end up in your room?" I asked, turning my attention back to the man standing a few meters away from me.

He picked up a mug from the table, raising it to his lips. "What is the point of explaining when you don't remember anything?"

"I didn't say any weird thing last night right?" I muttered.

But my questions were met with silence. It was enough proof to see that the man in front of me doesn't like to talk. How did I end up in the same room with someone like that?

Luckily, my clothes were intact. I stood up from the bed, putting on my heels. It was time to leave. I opened my purse and pulled out some dollar bills.

"That's for taking care of me and listening to my nonsense last night." I dropped the bills on the bed and walked out.

There was no time to study his expression but I heard his scoff when I walked out. We had no business together anymore. That was a thank you for bearing with my nonsense last night.

I found my car and drove back home immediately. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No one has come home since last night.

"Madam!" Anna scurried towards me, checking me out. "We have looked everywhere for you. We had no idea you went out." She said,

I shook my head. "I am fine, Anna. Did Eirik come back home?" I asked.

"He came home this morning...two hours ago. He left again after a few minutes." Anna explained.

My eyes narrowed. Eirik came to the house and left again? "Did he forget something? What about Ianth?"

"I haven't seen the young master since yesterday morning. About the master – I am not sure if he actually forgot something." She replied.

I nodded in understanding. They must be with Mirelle. It was almost evening. Who knows if they would come home tonight or they still wanted some more time on vacation with Mirelle, their new found love?

My heart ached. I swallowed, trying to pull myself together. "When they are back, inform me. I will be in the room." I told Anna who bowed respectfully. 

For a minute, I didn't regret losing myself in the club last night or else, I would have looked miserable today. I would have suffered from insomnia, trying to take my thoughts off my husband seeing another woman.

I showered and adjusted in a comfy dress. There wasn't much to do. I picked up my phone and started scrolling. My fingers stopped at a particular name.

Dad. Mr Orleans. The man who loved me deeply.

But I betrayed his love by running off with Eirik. None of my family members attended my wedding. They all refused Eirik as my husband. They didn't like him.

I was adamant. I thought the only important thing was for us to love each other. I didn't receive my parents ' blessings on my wedding day. My father cut ties with me because he was heartbroken. I went against him.

Was it too early to regret? But I didn't understand what went wrong. Where was the Eirik I married? How did my once happy marriage turn into spikes that pierced my heart every single day?

The sound of my ringing phone jolted me out of thoughts. Eirik.

"Hello." My voice was low as I placed the phone on my ear. 

"Thalia, where have you been?" Eirik snapped on the phone.

A frown creased my forehead. "Am I not supposed to be asking you that question?" I fired back.

Since last night, he hasn't told me where he was going or where he was taking our son. I saw a picture of him in Mirelle's bed. I haven't taken it up with him and the first thing he asked when he called after twenty four hours was the silly question?

"Come to the hospital quickly. Ianth needs you!" The line went dead.