Take My Husband, Let Me Marry Yours

Take My Husband,  Let Me Marry Yours

Written by

Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

SELENA'S POV:

“Can we go out for dinner later, David? Things have been different between us and I miss spending quality time with you.” I told him softly, standing behind him as he stared at himself in the mirror fixing up his tie, getting ready for work.

He chuckled softly, “Why do you always do this, Selena?”

“Do what? Try to spend time with my husband?” I asked, stepping back in fear that my simple request was aggravating him.

David turned around, staring deep into my blue eyes and clenched and unclenched his jaw. It seemed everything I needed lately irritated him to the core and he was literally just the meanest person to me these past few weeks. He had changed like a switch and I still couldn't believe that was him, it was so absurd.

“Really? Is that all this is about? Or is this your way of monitoring me and the company?” He asked folding his arms across his chest, and I furrowed my eyebrow looking at him with hurt.

“David, you know I trust you with everything, my life and all I have. This is just me, a woman who loves her husband more than anything in this world wanting to love him and provide in my own unique way, all his needs.” I walked towards him, placing my hands on his shoulders but the look in his eyes, that indifference, the bore, was burning through my soul.

“I have got to go and I'm meeting with clients later tonight. I'm swapped tonight and throughout the whole week.” He picked up his suit jacket, glancing at his phone and I could only stare in disappointment. 

“Maybe whenever my schedule's cleared up, my assistant will let you know.” He added, making me smile and with that, he exited out of the room along with his brief case without sparing me a glance nor giving me a kiss.

That meeting must be really important.

I sat on the bed, thinking how much this new client was truly having him stressed out, bringing out behaviours I had never seen him especially with my grandmother's recent passing. She never liked David for me, but I loved him with all my heart and with her passing, I'd been hurt by the harsh comments she had thrown towards him.

 However, I still believed it was due to his recent frustrations, David loved me and what we had was strong and beautiful!

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A FEW HOURS LATER. 

It was currently noon, and my best friend and I were seated at the patio savouring the delicious meal prepared by one of the chefs for brunch. Sandra and I groaned after taking in the first bite, and the grape wine was an amazing combination with the meal.

I was impressed!

“I need the agency or the contact information of whoever connected you with all your chefs for the arrival of my fiancé and future in-laws. They are just so talented and Henry loves spicy yet top-notch meals like this.” I smiled listening to my best friend and watching the existing grin on her face.

She was getting married in about a month and she kept going on and on after her fiancé, Henry Scott, according to her, owned a multi-million company producing technological devices such as phones, laptops, tablets and so on. She had recently given me one of their laptops, letting me know it was a complimentary gift from Henry and I was more than happy for her.

“I will get the contact info prepared, plus you know your catering services will be taken care of and if you need anything else, you just let me know.” I held her hand smiling and she cuffed my hand smiling as well.

“You are honestly the best friend anybody could ever wish for. So did you pick out the lingerie from Leonard's Secrets?” She got right into it, recalling that she had called me a few days ago when I had gone shopping and she had described a lingerie she wanted me to pick out.

It was so sexy, I found myself picking out the red one for myself and purchasing the black one as requested. 

“Of course! Is your fiancé coming to town soon? David and I should meet him soon. I'd love to see the family that adores you so much. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but don't you find it strange I haven't met him?” I expressed and Sandra smiled tightly.

Sandra, just like me, was an orphan and her parents had died in a car accident while my parents died in a plane crash. We were so much alike, and we had been friends for as long as ever, meeting at an amusement park and she was there with her foster parents. She kept crying on wanting the exact toy I had won, and I gave it to her and my grandparents were so proud of me that day like I had done something so profound but now that I think about it they were always proud of me.

About three years ago, her foster parents died in their home which was burnt to the ground, and I held onto Sandra tighter from that day on. I was all she had and aside from David, she was all I got. 

“You are going to soon! Sooner than you expect, Trust me.” She assured winking, and sipped the remaining wine in her glass.

“He keeps telling me how excited he is to meet the couple I keep raving on about their perfect marriage.” We smiled at each other but I can't comprehend why my heart feels so heavy at her words, ‘perfect marriage’.

“You and David have been good, right?” She asked, probably noticing my facial expression.

“We have!” I grinned and she forced a smile looking down at her phone.

I felt bad lying to her but my grandmother always said, Whatever happens in a marriage, should stay in it. 

And Lord knows I missed her and her wise words.