We soon landed in Paris and it was around midnight. My chauffeur dropped us to our hotel where I already booked a room beforehand. I had my meeting early tomorrow morning and I planned to spend the rest of the remaining days with her, roaming around the city. Although it was a short trip, I was glad that I finally had a moment to take a break and breathe. Moreover Camellia never had the chance of going on a honeymoon as I was not a very responsible husband. We checked into our room and the bellboy placed the luggage inside. It was a well designed suite room with its luxurious structure. No wonder Jonas did a good job at his work. Camellia was stunned with the interior and it was impossible for her to hide her surprised eyes. A satisfaction crept into my veins when I realised that she actually liked it. She opened the luggage and started placing the clothes in the wardrobe. "You can do it in the morning, we have enough time" I suggested because it was late at night and it was better

I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break

She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev

After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine

I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes