Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Riley's Pov 

I woke up very early the next morning. I had my husband's schedule at hand, therefore, I knew he would have a meeting with the stakeholders in his company today. Firstly, I prepared his breakfast even though I knew he would not have it. I arranged it on the dining table.

When I was waiting for him to come down from his room, I quickly arranged the document for his meeting, even though I was not his secretary, and I got everything ready. His laptop. His files. Everything that he would need for his meeting, so that there would be no mistake.

I never wished for my husband to be mad at me for anything, and I made sure I did everything right so that he would have a reason to look at me.

He soon came down the stairs and like every other day, he was not smiling. He looked as if he were having a bad day in the morning. It was not a new thing for me. It was like the normal old everyday thing.

"Good morning, dear. I cooked breakfast and arranged your documents."

"I never asked you for that, but thank you."

Like every other morning, he never made your way to the dining room, only picked up the arranged files and documents, and left our house.

I put it all upon myself to take note of it that he did not eat and that I would send his lunch to the company. I disposed of the breakfast because I couldn't eat it. I lost my appetite for even taking a spoonful of the eggs I fried.

I made different delicacies for lunch, I prepared them in a breakfast box, ready to deliver them to my husband myself.

When I was done with the cooking, I went to my room and dressed up in killer dresses of pink suits, pants, and a suit jacket coupled with a white inner singlet. I made sure that I was perfect in my dress.

My boobs were lifted inside my bra just in case it would draw my husband's attention to me and I wouldn't mind being taken by him in his office.

I could vividly remember the last time my husband touched me, it was on our wedding night, and that was because he was drunk that night. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have him touching me. So, even if he wanted to have sex with me on his table, I wouldn't mind at all.

I got to my husband's company, and since everybody knew who I was in the company, they gave me the respect I deserved, and I was let into his office.

"Babe, you didn't eat breakfast, so I brought you your lunch," I told him.

For the first time in years, my husband smiled at me, "Drop it on the couch." He nudged towards the couch in his room. He was not looking at me.

I did as I was told and I dropped the box on the couch, and when I was returning to his side, I was seriously clicking the tiled floor with my heels to get him to look at me.

He did not spare me a glance.

"How do I look, Ethan? I dressed up like this for you, and I can see that you haven't noticed that I've changed my hairstyle." I spun around for him.

He looked at me and commented simply, "You look good."

Something was weird about Ethan when he finally faced me, he looked different. As I knew him before, he never smiled, but this time my husband was smiling and I couldn't overlook it. I had to ask him questions.

"What's the good news, dear? You're smiling."

"The good news is that Sophia is coming back today," Ethan said smilingly to me.

"I don't understand, how is the return of my sister bringing a smile to your face while I, your wife, cannot make your face at least stretch a bit?"

"You don't get it, Riley. Do you notice how beautiful your sister is? And she doesn't have to try to be it."

If I said I didn't get what Ethan was talking about, I lied. Some time ago, Sophia went on vacation because of a disagreement in our family.

Before she left, I noticed some connection between her and my husband, but I always overlooked it. I mean, Sophia was my sister, though we were never so close, but at least I had never tried to take something that was hers, unless she did it for me, she always loved what I owed and never hid it.

But I always thought of Ethan as different. I thought he would not allow himself to be taken, but why was he smiling just because my sister would be returning today?

"Ethan, is there something you are hiding from me?"

"Something like what?" He snapped at me.

He began to rant, almost yelling, "Have you ever tried to listen to what I want? You said you wanted me, and I made you have me, but I never once told you that I wanted you back. You were forcing yourself on me, whereas I never liked you. You married me because of my money, and now, that your sister, who is not as greedy as you, is coming back, you don't like it. Have you forgotten that she was closer to me, and you witchily crept between us?"

"Ethan, I didn't..."

"No need for your comments. Leave, I have a meeting in five minutes."

I had no choice but to turn towards Ethan's door. I was two steps away from the door when Ethan called me back, "One more thing, Riley."

I turned to him.

"Can Sophia stay with us when she arrives?"

That shook me to my marrow. Why would he ever think of something like that? That house was our matrimonial house. I never wanted anyone to stay in it except my husband, me, and maybe our children when we began to make one, but my sister? No, no way.

"I'm sorry, Ethan, but Sophia cannot stay in the house with us. That house is ours, it's not my parents. My parents' house is there for her to stay." I told him, trying to hide my pain and the tears that were stinging the back of my eyes.

He sighed. "I knew you would say that."