บททั้งหมดของ Trophy Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Dean It was Steve. His eyes widened just for about 2 seconds before he wiped all the expression from his face. “Uhm... Madam Preetah said that she would leave a plate of food for me in the microwave.” He said nervously, avoiding both our eyes. “Oh.” Both Artha and I said simultaneously and surprisingly almost bumped into each other, trying to go for the microwave. “You can go...” I told her, moving away to let her pass. She took the plate out of the microwave and passed it to Steve. He thanked us awkwardly and then left quickly. Artha and I exchanged looks. I shook my head. “I think this is a sign.” She told me. “What sign?” I frowned. “Don't be sentimental. There is no sign. We are not telling Arjun anything.” She began filling the takeaway with more food from the pot. “It's only a matter of time before Preetah tells Arjun.” “Then talk to her, convince her that what she saw was nothing.” “She saw us kissing, Dean.” She answered. “Shit.” I ran my hands in my head. This

Preetah Arjun said bye this morning. He told me that we were invited to a show called Trevor's Ark and I had to be ready by 6pm. He said that he would come home, shower and then we would leave. He also told me that I have homework: to stream as many episodes of it as I could to know how it worked and how people behaved there. For that, he showed me how the TV in the room worked. He then left after I gave him his coffee and then I stayed in bed the whole morning, with no motivation to start my day. I only had one thing on my mind. Later I left the room and went back to the laundry basket. I took the white shirt and examined it for more red lipstick marks but there were just the ones on the collar. After looking at it for so long, as if it would answer my questions, I smelt it. It smelt purely of one of Arjun's many expensive colognes. Am I going crazy? Was I over-analyzing this situation? I hated this feeling of fighting myself internally, one part of me saying it could be anyth

Artha Me: Come on, they won't be back until really late D: stop Artha. Me: but I really miss you... D: If your brother gets home and doesn't find you, he'll freak. Stay home. Me: Arjun said they will stay for Dinner with Trevor Noah. Please let me come. D: you don't listen, I said no. I rolled my eyes and threw myself back on the bed. Such an uptight boyfriend. I called Bianca to vent but she didn't pick up, she wasn't responding to any of my texts the whole day although she was online. Me: talk to me, please. Dean is being a daddy as usual. Thinking of just showing up to his place. Arjun and P are out. Should I do it? I stared at the message, wondering whether just showing up was a good idea. Bianca was typing, so I waited. This was the first time she was responding to my messages in 24 hours. B: yes, do it. Hurry before they get back. I tried calling Dean, but it told me that he was busy on another call. ★★★Dean “Don't come, Bianca, I am not playing with you.” “Wel

Artha I was kinda glad Dean didn't call me back. This way, he wouldn't scold me for being in an Uber at this time, to his place. I looked at the time on my phone – midnight. I was scared. I had never sneaked out of the house before, and if I got caught... I wasn't really afraid of what dad would do; he was very passive when it came to me. As I grew up, he got less strict and stricter. It was as if he had transferred it all to Arjun. As if they had traded places. Arjun acted more like him and he just... just faded. Faded in every aspect. We spoke less, sometimes not at all in a few days. I guess he didn't really have a reason to talk to me, or I to him, he knew how to order his own food, put his own clothes in the washing machine, come back and find it washed and dry in a basket next to the machine — washed by me. In that huge house, he and I felt like housemates. Just that, housemates.The Uber pulled up in front of Dean's place, his lights were still on, usually he was already a

Preetah We turned around and saw Steve in a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. I was so used to seeing him in his formal clothes that for a second it felt like I was staring at a stranger in our front yard. Still, my heart relaxed just a little. “Ma'am.” He beckoned. “The young lady needed a lift back home, so I gave her one.” The officer informed us. “You should be careful being outside at these times, Miss Kimti.” Who is that? Artha and I exchanged looks. “Thank you for bringing her home safely.” I told the officer. “Good night.” He then turned to Artha, “Stay safe.” She nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. I placed an arm around Artha's shoulders, and we walked inside. “Where’s Arjun?” She asked me. “In the room, sleeping.” “Please don't tell Arjun anything about this.” Artha told Steve. He looked confused but managed something that looked like a nod. Steve closed the gate with his remote as we made it into the house. Artha slowly closed the front door, grimacing a