I pursed my lips, unable to believe what I was heard. "Hey!" I shouted, irritation making me follow him. "Am I a dog to you?" He shot me a harsh look. "Can you fucking shut your mouth?" he snapped, mirroring the frustration I was feeling. "What else are you doing here? I said, leave," he repeated. I chuckled, growing more irritated. "I'm not your dog. You can't order me around." I tugged at his arm, trying to pull him back, but he winced in pain. "You have a wound again," I said. He just glared at me before heading to the kitchen. "It's none of your business." "Yes, it is! You're still my husband, Lucas. We're still married on paper—" "Exactly, Aurora! Just on paper. Don't act like you care for me because you never did right from the start! I don't need your pity at all." "If I didn't care for you, why would I voluntarily tend to your wounds every time you come home with bruises, stab wounds, and nurse you back to health even when I have work?" "And now you're throwing what

I fixed myself and headed towards the Amaricano Café. I was looking for his familiar face, and when I spotted him, I walked straight toward him. He was busy with his cell phone, so even if I cleared my throat, he didn't look up right away. I faked a cough to get his attention, and it seemed to work as he finally raised his eyes to me. He appeared surprised but composed, setting his phone down on the table to give me his full attention. "You really did. I thought you were just stringing me along because that's what I was expecting, considering how you firmly declined all my efforts," he said. I shook my head. "Maybe I shouldn't have stood you up," I teased. I just laughed when he shrugged. "I haven't even placed an order yet. I don't know what you want." I picked up the menu placed on the side of the table, and he did the same. "Would you mind if I asked why you suddenly decided to have coffee with me?" he inquired. I continued perusing the menu while his question lingered in t

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked angrily as he finally managed to get into the car, which had refused to start. We were planning to leave it behind temporarily and come back for it later. At this point, I couldn't complain anymore because Lucas was already furious. "It's too late now, Aurora." "If you didn't want to help me in the first place, then why did you waste your time coming here? You said you'd help, but now you're just complaining," I replied, unable to hide my frustration. I couldn't help but be irritated. Couldn't he just offer his assistance without all the drama? "Do you really think I'll let you stay here alone without any help? What if something happens to you? Who will explain to your parents? How will I explain to them that I didn't know you left the house—" Lucas argued. "Then, as simple as that. Tell them you didn't know because I moved out of the house and I moved into my condo," I interrupted. "Tell them that our annulment papers are already in proce

I woke up with a heavy head in the early hours of the morning. I wasn't wrong; I had a fever. On top of that, I had a persistent cough and a runny nose, which irritated me to no end. This was precisely why I hated rainy days – I couldn't stand getting caught in the rain. It would be a whole week before this mess cleared up. I stayed in bed, wanting desperately to go back to sleep when I heard the sound of my suit. I prayed that it would just stop on its own, but it continued, so I reluctantly got up and opened it. I felt like my eyes were swollen, even though I hadn't cried. "Hold on!" I replied because it still wouldn't stop. I hesitated, sensing something was off as I opened the door. I froze in my tracks when I didn't see anyone outside. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down the hallway, but there was no one in sight. It seemed like someone was just messing around, so I went back inside. I answered Mommy's call when I got back to bed. Mommy rarely called, so I figured it might

I was shivering from the cold when I woke up. I blinked my heavy eyelids open, and Lucas was there, holding a blanket and adjusting it over me. "It's cold," I murmured. "Are you still cold? I already switched the air conditioner to heater," he said. I noticed then that he was only wearing shorts and nothing else for the upper body. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes glistening. I tried to pull the blanket tighter around me, holding it close. I attempted to go back to sleep, but the chill in the room made it impossible. "Can you walk? I'll take you to the hospital," he suggested. I shook my head quickly. Staying in the hospital would only make me sicker. "But you're shaking so much," he pointed out. "This is how I get when I have a fever. It'll pass," I replied. "Are you sure?" he asked for reassurance, but I didn't bother responding. My eyelids felt heavy, and I could feel the heat radiating from my body. I followed Lucas with my gaze as he sat on the bed. He se