I take a quick hot bath, wear my clothes and come out of the bathroom. Rubbing the towel against my wet hair, I grab my phone and go through the recent alerts.
"I've heard some rumours about you and that woman who is your family friend. What was hername?...Fay-Freya Howard, yes. That you both are into each other." Mona speaks.My jaws harden as I fume at the mention of Freya's name. I tighten the grip on my phone and throw away the towel somewhere on the bed."What's going on, Rafe?" Mona continues.I restrain myself though, "You yourself called it rumours so you should ignore rumours." I flatly answer while still focused on my phone's screen.She's clueless about the direful wedding event that took place more than a week ago. Mona doesn't have any link with the business or construction industry that turned out to my advantage."Rumours can't be baseless." She comes in front of me, "Why are they attaching your name with Freya Howard when you said she's only your friend? If there is anything going on, tell me.""Damn it, Mona." I explode with a high-pitch voice, losing my cool. She flinches. "If you wanna believe what people are talking about then go on, I don't care. I don't like to repeat myself."She's testing my patience. I'm trying to blot out that troublemaker's name from my memory and she's reminding me of her."What's with you and your tantrums lately? You get angry at small things." She miffs, "You don't talk to me much and now when I'm asking a simple question, you are getting annoyed. I can't deal with it."She flips my lid. I'm not up for arguing, "Fine. Then don't talk to me." I already have so much on my plate right now. I'm not in the mood to pamper her.She's complaining about my temper. She's not seeing her insane, childish insecurities. Fuck it off. I pocket my phone and turn to leave."Rafe, come back." She yells behind, "You can't leave when we're talking."I ignore her and shut her voice for me by slamming the door of her house once I step out.What an aggravating world I live in. These days everyone just wants to get under my skin. I'm angry to the point of killing someone or beating or kicking. My head is inflamed like a blazing fire.No one can blame me for my rude temper. I can't act civil after what I have been through, after enduring the sick joke my family and Freya played with me.I sweep towards my car when my phone rings. Garrett is calling. I pick it up quickly and vent out, "What's the matter now? Why are you calling me at this hour?""I'm sorry." She gets scared at my tactless tone, "It's your father. He called to ask for Salvatore's project file."I grumble, "So? Search it in the office. I don't roam around the city with work files, Garrett."It's 8:00 o'clock in the evening. I got free from the office early today and went to Mona's place to get some peaceful time, but dear God, I forgot that peace has taken away from me."I tried. I searched around." She quickly defends herself, "I don't think it's here."I sit in my car, "Can't he wait till morning?" I ask while thinking about where I've kept that file."He said he wants it right now. He's meeting with one investor and he wants to show it to him. He wants the file in an hour."I slap the steering wheel. Damn it, Father. "Fine. I'll take care of it." I hang up on Garrett afterwards without waiting for her response.I start thinking about that project file. If it's not in the office then it must be in the house, my old house. But I have shifted all work related things to my office just a day after my so-called wedding to pretend to Father and Mom that I'm moving in to my new home.I'm sure there is nothing in my old bedroom. Then where it could be. I start the car and move forward with slow speed while continuing pondering about the places where that file could be. If it's not in the office, not in my old house then there is only one place left...that apartment.Yes. It has to be there. I remember I put some contract papers in the apartment's locker.I screech to stop the car in the middle of the road.Crap! It means I have to go there now? No way.I hate stepping into that house. I hate the reminder it gives me that I'm now a married man, that Freya, hell is my wife.Bullshit. Gibberish. And what not. I want to cuss this situation I'm in with every swear word I have in my vocabulary. Still I think they would be unable to express my distaste and rage.I start the car and push the accelerator under my foot to the last level, take off like a rocket. I have to see now that dimwit woman's face.I'm despising Freya at this moment with every fibre in me. I want her to just die or go somewhere far so I can pretend easily that she doesn't exist.I went on an office trip to avoid the wedding drama Mom and Father were playing. I tried telling them to stop, that I don't want to get married and waited for Freya to explain the truth, but never in my wildest dreams had I anticipated that they would fix the wedding date, arrange my whole freaking wedding behind my back.Mom told me her whole plan on a phone call. I was stunned. She said come on time, come directly to the wedding venue. I felt like hitting a lightning strike. I got to hear about MY wedding through a phone call...just a damn CALL.I felt helpless and imprisoned. They tied me into a forced marriage with a girl I didn't like, with a girl I never planned to like. No one gets married like this.... like out of the blue. Out of nowhere.I screech stop the car in front of the building and come out. Quickly, take the elevator, I reach the designated floor.This apartment was my dream house. This was the apartment where I was planning to shift permanently after winning the CEO title. I was impatiently waiting for the time of my life when I could finally live alone, have my own place. But then Father came to me and asked to search for a house for my wife where I could live with her.I got another good news of my life besides CEO nomination, surfaced with bad omen. I was enraged at that time so I told Father I have one apartment under my name to stop him from pestering me. I gave away my dream apartment and now this place has become forbidden for me.She ruined my plans. Freya ruined everything for me. I didn't plan my life that way.With spare keys I unlock the main door and step inside. I will just quickly find the file and leave before I come across her and have to see her face. With this searing anger I shouldn't see her. I won't be able to stop myself. That's also one of the reasons I'm avoiding her because I have a temptation to go cray cray and teach her a lesson.As I enter the apartment, I see the whole place upside down as if it was hit by some tornado. There are mountains of random stuff, stuff that are supposed to be in their respective closets. The table covers are on the floor along with sofa cushions. I become confused and surprised.There is also a strange rotting smell in the air, making it hard for me to breathe."Matteo?" I holler the apartment's housekeeping in-charge, "Where are you? Come out right now."I appointed the whole team for housekeeping and paid them a good sum of money. This mess can't be possible.A man in his forties rushes to me, "Yes, Mr. Rafael. I'm here.""What's going on here?" I angrily put my hands on curves of my waist, nostrils flaring, "Look at the house. I don't give you money for just living here."It's saddening to see my dream house in this condition. It is a very opulent apartment. Its architecture and interior design are unique and one of a kind. I asked the crew to take special care of it and see what has happened to it. It has become a glimpse of how my dreams are shattered and messed up."It's your wife. Miss Freya sent them on holidays." He lowers his gaze.I feel the urge to punch him and break his nose for calling her my wife. I don't have any WIFE, for God's sake."Why?" I mutter."I don't know the reason. She ordered me to do so and said she will do the cleaning by herself. Now all day she does all the household chores. She doesn't even allow me to help her."My confusion deepens. "What about the floor? Why is it stained and sticky? And why in the world this clutter is out instead of in their closets?""It's the cleaner. She was scrubbing the floor, but she didn't know how much cleaner should be used. It left stains and about closets, she said she should dust off the inside shelves then she will put all things back."Is she out of her mind? Well, she always is. I shouldn't be astounded."And what's that rotting smell? Get rid of it. I'm unable to breathe." I contort my face in disgust."I'll try." He quickly says in obedience, "It's the smell of burning food. Miss Freya has been cooking food for herself for two days, but every time she burns it. I tried to convince her that she didn't--""Wait, Freya was cooking?" I couldn't hold back my surprise, "She doesn't even know how to hold a knife.""Yes." He answers, "She's trying online recipes." My astonishment doubles.As far as I knew she never even entered the kitchen. If we were like our old selves, I would have broken into hysterical laughs."Mr. Rafael, it is really not my place to say this, but I think you should know that." Matteo says, "Freya doesn't seem okay. The whole day she tires herself with house chores, takes rest at night then wakes up and repeats the routine. I ask her about bringing back the domestic staff, but she says she will clean the entire house by herself. I'm afraid she might get ill or worse. Maybe she has some...mental stress."I get it now. It makes sense why she's acting that way. It's her old habit. She finds engaging activities to distract herself from things she doesn't want to think about."Hmm. Whatever, Matteo." I say out of annoyance, "You do what she says to you. I don't care about this place anymore. She can turn this house into a trash bin if she wants."I go on my way towards the room where I have kept my stuff. Freya has these phases when she acts insane, when she doesn't know what to do with her issues. I have seen her watching movies all day, locking herself in a room or going to a dance club and dancing until she runs out of energy or sometimes does endless shopping. Though I have never seen her doing household chores.Even though I don't want to care about what's with her, I still wonder what could really bother her now. She has saved herself and her secret boyfriend. She can now have the kind of life she wants. She can go on dates with her boyfriend, spend time with him without fear, without being caught. She doesn't have to be bound by restrictions anymore.She used me and saved herself so why she's acting this way as if she is a victim of injustice. Stupid woman as I said! I'm the victim of her stupidity. I'm paying the price of being a friend of a brainless woman.I open the wardrobe and rummage through the files and papers. She can cry or she can tire herself to death. I don't care. It's not my business. None of her matters is my business...not anymore.The frustrations bubble up in me, making my vision blurry. I'm unable to focus on anything, still I continue searching that project file."Rafe?" Her voice. She calls my name. I recognize her voice. I stop and turn.Her bizarre appearance confounds me for a second. I lift up my brows. Hairs are covered with a small scarf, tied on the top of her head. Her lips are dry and eyes have dark circles. The plain tee shirt and crop pants are clinging to her body as a second skin, that makes me think that she's skinnier than I thought. "You're here." She says with a remorseful smile. A feeling of worry trickles up in me for a second after witnessing her disoriented self. Then I remember what Matteo said about her so I dispel that feeling. Her appearance is explaining that Matteo was right.She's tiring out herself with household chores, that's a reason behind her disorientation. I don't want to get involved in it. I ignore her as my rage takes over me. There is a strong odour of detergent coming from her. I again turn towards the closet to find my office file. This time I turn aggressive in my search. I want to do it quickly and get out of here."Talk to me, Rafe." Her voice sounds pleading, "You can't a
• Freya • Dad suddenly entered our television room where I was sitting, switching channels of the LCD, too zoned out to focus on the screen. I had celebrated my moment in every way possible, but one problem kept bugging me and that was how I would convince Mom and Dad for Ben. Let alone tell them about me dating him. I had been hiding about him because I knew they would create a fuss if they found out he was nobody like he didn't own any business nor he was the inheritor of some massive patrimony. I knew they would never make it easy for me. Ben didn't know about all this crap. He had no idea that my parents expectations about my husband were beyond his imagination. He would get hurt and I didn't want this. I couldn't let him feel low about himself. "I've come to tell you something." Dad sat in front of me, giving me a brief smile. I muted the TV and put down the remote. "Yeah?" "I and Eastmond have signed a new, big joint venture today. The project is based in Seattle." "That's
• Rafe •Fay had asked me to see her at the Le Bain club in an hour so I thought to come home and reply to some pending emails -- home means; Eastmond's private residence. My small family lived in this big bungalow. Father and Mom didn't let me have a separate house because I was their only child. They said we had a big house and our family was very small so we didn't have to live separately. That's exasperating. They didn't ask for my opinion. They didn't see it my way that I needed my own space and privacy. That's why I was desperate to be a CEO as soon as possible so I could live my life like I wanted to. Mom and Dad won't be able to dictate me after that. I had already bought an apartment where I planned to shift. I spent some nights there in a month or two when I wanted to escape from my family, when I wanted to have some time alone. Anyways, I continued replying to my emails. I was sitting in the living room with my laptop on the center glass table and pile of files I brought
On monday afternoon I drove to Eastmond's office building anyway despite my reluctance, despite the fact that I shouldn't be going there after learning Rafe's feelings for me. I was just worried that if I won't go our families will doubt us. I'm still not sure what I should do with this new, uncomfortable marriage relation.I put on a printed midi dress and arranged my hairs loose on my back. I took help of some makeup to hide my weary face and shadows under my eyes which has become quite prominent. All my tiredness and grief can be seen on my face. But makeup has done a good job. Doing household chores is not childplay. Pain and acute tiredness has spread all through my body including my joints and ankles. Even right now I'm drained to the point that if I get to sit somewhere I will instantly fall asleep. I can sleep the whole day today if I just wouldn't have to be here. It's been like four days, I've been continuously doing labour work and I haven't decided to stop....not yet.I re
• Freya •The dance hall of the club was exactly the same as I wanted. Packed with enthusiastic people. Deafening music that can mute every other voice. Rafe was lost somewhere in the crowd, doing his own stuff. Couldn't be specific because I didn't try finding out. He would have probably found females' attention that explained his disappearance. Rafe easily attracted women due to his good looks. He was also popular in the business world as a young and successful heir of the renowned construction company so he had a built-up image. I danced with random guys that I found at the dance floor till I got tired. Then I took a break, went to the bar and ordered a drink for myself. Bar counter was at the other end of the hall where the sound of music became slower, giving people some peaceful environment to enjoy their drinks and snacks. After a few minutes Rafe came to me, "Are you done?" I turned my backless stool to him, "Yeah, tired." He had removed his blazer, looking different in jus
• Freya • I gave him a look of disbelief. That dumb! I didn't want his money. "Go away." I gritted, "I don't want anything." He was surprised at my reaction, "I'm unable to understand you these days." I ignored him. He left. Then I heard his voice again, "Hey, Fay let's make a deal." The bartender refilled my glass. I rotated my seat in his direction and asked, "What?" "If you'll get married successfully with Ben, you'll take me out to dinner at the city's most expensive and posh restaurant and if I win the CEO position, I'll do the same." What a jerk he is. I didn't answer him, but drank from my glass. "Actually, you know what? I'll take you on vacation to some nice places." I gestured him to leave right away with my hand, "Fuck it off." He laughed and got lost in the crowd again. I could go on vacation on my own. I would have to wait for him forever to take me anywhere. Reluctantly, I rotated my seat towards the crowd and searched for Rafe without any particular thought.
Someone shakes my shoulders so pressingly that I wake up scared. "What?" "You can't sleep here, Freya." Mom beseeches, "God. I don't know what to do with your carelessness." She settles my hair with her fingers. I take my time to recover from the thick haze of sleep. "The decision has been taken and here you're sleeping. You need to learn from your husband how he understands his responsibilities towards his family business.""What's the decision? Did Rafe pass?" I eagerly ask."Yes. It's hard to beat him."I widen my eyes, "Wow." "Now get up." Mom mutters in a warning tone, "Everyone is outside and asking about you." "Okay." I can't believe I actually slept here, in Eastmonds' office. Mom hurriedly goes out of the conference room. I compose myself and wipe out the grogginess from my face. I don't remember when sleep took over me. I was only planning to take some rest. I don't even remember for how long I've been sleeping here. I rise on my feet. My muscles have jammed and the ba
At the night of the party aka my wedding reception, I stay at home, utterly clueless whether I'm attending the reception or not. I haven't seen Rafe after that day in the office so I don't know what he has planned. As per Mom's timings, it's only an hour left since the party will start and I'm still in my Pjs, pacing to and fro in my room. One minute I consider the idea of calling Rafe and ask what to do then the next minute I brush it off because I know he's not going to take my call. I'm out of options about what should I do. We can't skip this event. It is our wedding reception. We're the guests of honour. And Rafe is the new CEO. We have to be there. I can't even go there without Rafe. People will doubt us, about our marriage and I won't bear their bizarre interrogations and stares all by myself. I sit down on the bed when my back pain escalates. I massage and press my shoulders with my hands. The back pain has become persistent.It doesn't disappear even after hours long rest.