Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

- LORELEI - He’s so impossible. I dip two of my fingers in an ointment jar and gently massage my arm. My brows crease slightly as I wince. Thanks to this asshole of a man, I have a bruise on my arm. I take a deep breath, taking more ointment then reapplying it on my arm. At least, it’s not extreme physical abuse. . . I think, blowing air on my arm. . . . I’m used to being maltreated so this is nothing compared to it. He will have to do more than that to make me shiver. More than he did yesterday? After all, from what I remember, all he did was speak and it left you crying like a baby. I scoff at my thoughts. It’s true, his words got to me, but after spending nearly half my life receiving verbal abuse and taking it all in because I had no choice, I was bound to break down some day. Maybe yesterday was that day and last night was that hour. I take a deep breath then let out an exhale slowly. That will be the last time I’d cry for a man. All men have done is disappoint me sinc

- LORELEI - I check my phone again, checking in on the uber booking. My ride is almost here. This makes a smile form on my face as I let my hand fall down to hang freely. I feel uncomfortable. Thrilled yet uncomfortable. The night breeze is somewhat chilly on my skin but I don’t have a jacket with me, I didn’t think I’d need one till I stepped outside but I don’t want to go back in to get one. The last thing I want is to stumble across my lawfully, wedded ‘husband’. I scoff and roll my eyes at the same time. That’ll definitely be problematic. I let out a sigh, staring out the gate in anticipation. Ace hurt my arm. My balm aided to reduce the swelling but not the tinted colour and that was where foundation came in. If my date doesn’t really take little things into detail, he won’t notice. My hands rest on the opposite arms as I voice out a shiver. The weather is getting chillier. I rub my hands on my arms gently. It aids with producing just the right amount of heat to keep

- LORELEI - When I got out of the uber, I didn’t know what I was to expect. This is my first time going on a blind date and for the first time in my life, I let the man decide every single thing tonight will be. Down to the venue. “Here is your money.” I say to my uber. “It’s fine, it’s already been taken care of.” My brows crease as I hear this but he drives off before I could even process what he just said. I booked the ride on my own app and clicked the ‘pay after drop’ option yet my bill has been taken care of? My Apple card isn’t even linked to my uber. I shove the thought out my mind and stare at the building before me. It looks so freaking expensive. I try not to gape at it, keeping my composure. This place looks massively expensive. The kind of expensive that you hear of how difficult it is for even the rich to get a booking to eat there. I swallow, my eyes still fixed on what lays before me. There are certain places someone would go to that just by the name and

- ACE - I don’t know if I should tag this occurrence a mistake or something done on purpose but I can’t give her the credit of being smart enough to accidentally leave her location on knowing the phone she uses was given to her by me and I know how to track it. So I’ll refer to this as a mistake which ended up being advantageous to me. I step out of the opened door leading to the back seat of my car and let out an exhale. The night seems warm. Either that or I’m just overdressed for the weather’s temperature. “Wait for me. If I’m not back in thirty minutes, please, leave without me, you too need your rest.” I say to my chaffeur. Just because the ‘master’ chooses to disrupt his sleep doesn’t mean his workers should have theirs altered as well. I may be cruel, but not that inhuman. This behaviour also highly depends on the circumstances. My chaffeur responds the typical formal way before getting back in the car, to the driver’s seat and driving off. I know he’s gone to the pa

- ACE - I feel pathetic. No, I don’t have to feel, I am pathetic. The minute I walked in here, I knew I wasn’t needed here. I knew I should’ve gone back outside and requested my chauffeur to come to me but I didn’t. The minute I saw her laughing and enjoying the company of another man, every part of me wanted to stay despite every fibre in my body aching to leave. I felt conflicted but I chose to stay. For the first time in my life, I chose the cowardly route and decided to sit where I could watch them. This is the first time I’ve seen her look this way. Carefree, unbothered about anything and anyone around her. Dare I say. . . . This is the first time since our marriage that I’ve seen her look comfortable. That I’ve seen her happy. And I don’t know why but I wanted to watch her. I wanted to witness this scene first hand because deep down, I knew she would never be this way in front of me. And I don’t know what that knowledge did to me. I’m not sure yet, but I certain