CHAPTER 2

He frowned, he had not expected such a blunt response from her, it made his mind wonder how long she had endured their union waiting for the day that she would be free eventually.

"Yes, my secretary will bring them over tomorrow, you can be certain of assets and cash compensation." He added but she rolled her eyes at him.

Why couldn't he understand her? It was not about the money, the security or the lifestyle, she wanted none of it if he wasn't going to be present to live it all out with her but she couldn't explain it to him, their relationship had been lopsided from the start and it was better for her to move on.

"Don't roll your eyes,"

Tsk

She excused herself to the kitchen, her heart swelling and heavy, her reality was slipping away and there was nothing she could do about it.

After some minutes, she willed herself to return to the table.

"You barely ate your food. Why?" His voice was low but irritated. She knew how much he hated it when she didn't eat so she sat back down at the table as they ate in silence.

After the plates were cleared by the servants, the couple exited to their room, Orion got to the door before he noticed Elysia didn't follow behind him, tracing his steps in search of her, he found her with a maid.

"Clean one of the rooms on the lef—"

"You can leave," his deep bass resounded and the maid didn't wait for him to repeat himself.

"What do you need the room for tonight?" He lifted a brow and asked, his eyes getting darker as he peered into her soul.

Folding her hands across her chest and avoiding his gaze she replied. "To sleep tonight."

"Keep talking," he massaged his temple gritting his teeth.

"We're getting a divorce, distance is a reasonable logic at—"

"That's bullshit. Until the fucking papers are registered, you are my wife and you will act as that." He pulled her by the waist closer to him causing her heart to beat rapidly.

It was this possessive side of his that always made her think he had fallen for her but she knew better.

"Let go of me Orion," she tried to free herself but he pinned her to the nearest wall so there was no escape for her, his breath smelled of chicken curry and watermelon—dinner.

She tried to protest, "you can have the room I'll just sleep in a guest room."

"You're asking for this," he breathed and before she could process his words, he lifted her off the ground in bridal style and carried her to their bedroom.

The servants around giggled thinking it was a mere fight between couples, they were excited at the resolution as well—everyone loved Elysia.

Inside the room he dropped her on the bed, she had stayed calm in his arms throughout the walk and he was grateful for her cooperation.

The dim colored light cast a soft glow on his face highlighting his perfect features, she swallowed hard and looked away from him.

"I can't fight with you and you know it, you're my family. I don't like it when you disobey me." He pinned his forehead on hers and sighed before leaving for the bathroom.

The warm way he looked at her, the gentle way he treated her especially after that one night.

They had been carried away by wine, he had cupped her face in his hand and kissed her lips tenderly, one thing after another and she gave herself to him. The thought often made her giddy inside but she wasn't going to be deceived further. She wasn't the one he loved after all.

When he returned from the bathroom, his body was slightly wet in his tee shirt so it stuck to him revealing perfect compartments of his torso, his hair was wet and disheveled too while the smell of his shampoo dominated the fragrance of the room.

He found the bed empty

He had that boyish look when he was not stuffed in a suit with neatly styled hair and an arrogant look.

He needed those attributes to maintain his position as CEO but not as a husband at night.

"Why are you making this difficult?" He asked when he saw her curled up on the double seater couch in their space.

"I just thought that you should have the bed since you are exhausted from your trip." She said in a small voice not wanting to fight with him.

"You thought wrong baby doll, I can't stand you being uncomfortable for the slightest second." He ran his hand through his hair willing himself to remain calm as she tested his patience.

"Take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No,"

"Elysia," she heard the undertone of anger in his voice and obeyed.

"I don't want you sleeping on the couch please," she told him as she laid on the bed, she cared so much about him but she was hurting.

He cared about her too but as a younger sister or at least that was what he often told himself.

After series of activities, he joined her on the bed, he could tell that she was still awake since she never slept with the lights on.

"Thank you, Goodnight," she acknowledged his kind gesture of turning the lights off.

He sighed, tired, he laid on his back staring at the ceiling when he remembered.

"You said you had something to tell me,"

Elysia knew that he wasn't going to take nothing for an answer so she lied.

"I'm going to assist granny with a few things tomorrow."

"That's fine, you don't need my permission for that." He turned on his side but didn't shut his eyes.

Insomnia maybe, because he couldn't will himself to sleep, same with her as she stared into the darkness unsure of the fate of her unborn child.

Telling him was going to make her look cruel and make him hate her maybe, so she had decided after hearing about the divorce that she was going to keep it to herself. It was her cross to carry alone.