Chapter 6

"Get out of the car!"

For a moment, it felt like my heart stopped—not because of Dorry's yelling but because the car came to an abrupt stop. It felt like my soul was thrown out of my body.

"You’re such a jerk!"

I blinked rapidly as Dorry's long nails almost poked my eyes.

"Get out!" she barked, her tone sharper as she raised her hand, about to slap me.

“W-why should I?” I stammered, finally managing to speak after holding my breath and letting her jab her finger at me repeatedly. Sure, I sounded shaky, but I knew she was just as affected as I was.

Her face turned redder. Her lips quivered as if she wanted to say more, even her nostrils flared. She looked like an angry bull ready to charge at me.

"You’ve been at it, Nelson! Your jabs aren’t funny. You're just an attention-seeking lunatic!"

"Did I ever say I wanted your attenstion? And what exactly are you so angry about, huh? I'm just stating facts. Back when we did that, you weren’t mad. In fact, you enjoyed the ride!"

"Stop it, Nelson!" she screamed, covering her ears. "I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to remember!"

I paused and stared at her. What kind of theatrics was Dorry putting on? Why was she acting like this? Why was she hysterical? Why did she seem so disgusted every time the past came up?

"If you're happy reminiscing about what happened back then, I’m not! So stop reminding me of the past—a past I never want to recall for the rest of my life!" Her eyes glistened with tears as she said those words. "It’s disgusting!" she added, pressing her temples.

I let out a short laugh and stared at her intently. "Disgusting? Now you’re disgusted, but back then, you were having the time of your life!"

Her wide eyes and the way she bit her lower lip were her only responses, which made me grin even more.

She thought she could silence me with her words? She was wrong. All she did was fuel my anger. I was even more eager to bring up the past. I hated her pettiness and dramatics.

Sure, I knew she was a sharp-tongue, hardheaded snob before, but now, she had leveled up. And it annoyed the hell out of me. Her words were grating on my nerves.

"Are you deaf? Or just stupid enough to not understand what I’m saying? You’re like a broken record, Nelson. And every time you bring up the past, I feel even more disgusted!"

"Disgusted, huh? Then why did you agree to it?" I ended my question with a mocking laugh that made her swallow hard and look away.

"Disgusted?" I repeated the word, finding it hard to believe. "We didn’t just do it once, Dorry—twice. And I know for a fact there was no disgust then; I could feel it. You liked it!"

I emphasized the last part, reminding her how we held each other, how she called my name while moaning, while moving on top of me.

"Shut up, Nelson, please. I’m begging you. Stop it! Just stop!" she said forcefully, her frustration evident as she banged her forehead against the steering wheel.

"If you want me to stop, then explain yourself! Why are you angry? Why are you disgusted? Why don’t you want to remember what happened?"

I leaned back heavily against the seat. Maybe Dorry was right—I was crazy. Because even now, I was holding onto the past.

I’d met other women since then—many of them. Some were more beautiful and sexier than Dorry. But for some reason, I couldn’t let go of our past.

Why did I still want to know why she left without a decent explanation?

She glanced at me briefly. She knew I was waiting for an answer. She knew I wouldn’t stop until I heard a valid reason.

"I don’t want to remember. I’m disgusted because... I wasn’t in my right mind during that time, Nelson. That’s why it happened," she explained haltingly before letting out a deep sigh.

I let out a short laugh again. Shit! What kind of explanation was that? What kind of reason? I shook my head. This woman always managed to surprise me with her answers. Instead of clearing up my thoughts, she made them even more chaotic.

"Not in your right mind? Were you drunk?" I couldn’t stop myself from laughing loudly, my eyes never leaving hers.

"I... I had an itch—" she started, making me stop laughing abruptly.

"An itch...Because of sea squirts. An allergic reaction."

My lips parted slightly. "Allergic reaction?" I asked with a frown, scratching my ear. Did I hear her right? Allergic reaction? “Are you messing with me, Dorry?”

“No!” she snapped but didn’t look at me. “I’m telling the truth!”

I ran my hand through my hair and slumped back, feeling defeated. Maybe I was stupid. I couldn’t even process what she had just said.

I couldn’t help but laugh again. So, she literally had an itch and needed someone to scratch it? I was just her scratcher? What kind of insane allergy was this?

I had given her not just my body but also my heart and soul that night and the following morning.

I was sincere in my feelings for her back then. It wasn’t just about lust or the effect of some sea squirts. And now, she tells me it was just an allergic reaction? This woman was driving me crazy.

She broke me back then, and now she’s breaking me again. Maybe marrying her was a mistake.

“That’s why, please, Nelson. If you want our lives to be peaceful, don’t ever bring up or mention that embarrassing incident again!"

I didn’t reply. All my attempts to irritate her had backfired. I wanted to torture her with the memory of our past, but it had all blown up in my face.

Damn, those sea squirts. This was Vianna May’s fault.

I glanced at Dorry briefly as the car started moving, and I saw her smile—a victorious smile.

This couldn’t be. I couldn’t lose to her in this game. I had to turn things around. I glanced at her again, her face now calm, her lips curved into a slight smile.

“Are we far?” I asked impatiently, avoiding her gaze. I still hadn’t found a way to redeem myself. I had no face to show her yet.

“Not too far, but we need to make a stop first,” she answered calmly as she parked in front of a building. “Wait here. I’ll just be a minute,” she said, getting out of the car immediately.

She didn’t even wait for my response. She always did whatever she wanted.

And since I didn’t want to be dictated to, I stepped out of the car and walked slowly into the building.

"HL Specialized Real Estate," I read the sign on the building where Dorry had entered.

Out of curiosity, I followed her inside. Of course, even if Dorry and I fought like cats and dogs, we were still married. I needed to know her plans and what she was up to so I could handle her better.

Inside, I saw her immediately. The glass wall of the office revealed her every move and smile as she talked to a man, looking as though she was flirting with him.

It felt like my feet were on fire. In no time, I reached the office. “Are you going to be long?” I snapped just as the man reached out to touch Dorry’s hand.