“I don't know what you are talking about.” I gestured at the menu in his hand. “So, have you chosen the right dish?” I pursed my lips. Miguel shook his head without saying a word. He scanned through the menu while I glanced around the eatery. The flowers were the only sight to see in this place. "Do you have anything you particularly want?" Miguel asked, startling me from my thoughts."No." "Is there any food you don't eat?" He asked once more. I frowned. Why do I feel like Miguel is particularly attentive today? This isn't my husband. "So?" He raised a brow. "Oats." "Hmm." He focused his attention on the menu while I peered hard at him as I tried to understand why he was behaving abnormally. “Are you ready to order?” The waiter returned after a few minutes.“Yeah.” Miguel nodded before he called out the names of the dishes he chose. “Anything else?” The waiter turned to me. “Nah.” I shook my head. “I'm good with all he ordered.”Though I wasn't paying attention to them, I

And I did mind my damned business. I didn't speak again until we went home; I kept mute and folded my hands. I didn't even blink when we went shopping once more. This time, I didn't bother to watch him. I just sat on the cushion in each store and watched him as if there were nothing that I needed to do. With my legs crossed, I watched Miguel, who was speaking in low tones with the assistant. They occasionally glanced at me before they turned, and started whispering once more. Hmm.I hope he doesn't intend to sell me here. I glanced at the door, to check if I had a good chance of rushing to the door before any of them could catch up to me. “Let's go.” He took my hand in his and strode out of the store. I just followed him like a zombie. My bones ached, and I wanted nothing more but to lie on my comfortable bed, and sleep for eternity. God. Why did I even agree to follow him out of the house today? I glared at the back of his head.“Will you like to visit my office?” Miguel sudde

Jewel's POVDay sat opposite me on the cushion as we watched the women twirling on the dance floor. He was dressed in an emerald blue suit, which complemented his hair so well. The mask he had on was almost like mine. However, instead of the glitter on the butterfly, it had red tints as if there were blood splattered on it. “It has been ages since we met, don't you think?” Day asked as he took a sip of the beer he ordered. “Do you think so?” I took a sip of my water without looking at him. After the kiss on the roof, I vowed not to return here. However, Miguel's recent behaviour brought me here. Had he not started avoiding me the night ago, I wouldn't have attended the ball. Day was the cure. He always knows how to make me feel better. And that was what brought me here. “What's wrong? You look dull.” Day took another sip of his beer.“It's nothing. I was just lost in thoughts,” I shook my head. “It doesn't look like nothing, Butterfly.” He made me look up at him, “Tell me, is i

Miguel's POVThroughout the day, my mind was solely on the thoughts of how to start a conversation with my wife when I reach home. It was a difficult thing for me because I'd never tried to start a conversation with her. I got down from my car and stared hard at my house. I had half the mind to turn back and return to my office, but I stood firm. I'm going to take my Secretary's advice. I will talk things out with my wife. It was the only way. I can't keep ignoring her all my life when it has gotten difficult to do that. Jewel and Star were whispering like they normally do when I walked into the house. Most times, I don't get what they discuss that always gets them invested. Immediately they saw me, they hastily rose from the couch they were sitting on. The expression of guilt on their faces made me suspicious.They looked like kids who were found with their hands in a cookie jar. “What's wrong? Why are your faces like this?” I scowled at them. “Oh, we were just discussing the n

Star left earlier for her classes, while I was left with my husband, whose mood swings have become more confusing than that of a woman. I don't know what he's thinking. And neither am I aware of what he's trying to achieve by getting closer to me. I'm afraid that should he continue that way, I will end up falling for him.There are no two ways about that, as my heart is already beating at the thoughts of his touch. I'm smitten by my husband's smile. I walked towards the swimming pool as I tried not to show how nervous I was.It was an hour to noon, and Sly decided it was time already. I wore the only two pieces I got when I was still in school but never had the chance to put them on. Before this, I only sat next to the pool, with my legs dipped in the water as I read my books. I've never swum in it, and I never would have, had Miguel not asked me to swim with him.Swimming brought back memories of my days in high school. That was why I never attempted it after I got married. I checke