جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Ruth’s POV When did I fall asleep? I can't quite remember, I glanced at the wall clock in the room, it was past eleven PM. I looked around me hoping to find my cold and indifferent husband but what was I thinking? That he'll just show up out of the blue after disappearing for weeks.I pushed the duvet off my body and dragged myself downstairs to get myself a glass of water. I heard the front door opening wondering who it was by this time of the night. I picked up a knife for protection and went to take a look. It was my husband, the same man who had left me without any word."Adrian." I called out softly, dropping the knife on a nearby side stool.He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband?"Are you okay?" I took slow and calculated steps towards him.He dropped his back on the floor, taking slow calculated steps towards me. I didn't move back because he is my husband and although our marriage is based on

Present Day Ruth's POV I woke up feeling sore and tired and I wasn't complaining. I heard the bathroom door open, Adrian stepped out fully dressed, when he looked at me something had changed or rather things had fallen back to place.The coldness in his gaze had returned, he was back to staring at me coldly. "Adrian I-"He walked out on me, I sat confused wondering what was happening. I thought my life was finally changing for the better, I thought Adrian was about to start being a good husband to me, I guess I was wrong.I laid back down and wrapped myself in the duvet, I couldn't fight the tears that fell freely. "I can't take this anymore, I want out, I can't handle this life." I cried out but what can I really do? Our contract stated that I can't file for a divorce unless he cheated or raised his hands on me so I'm stuck.Adrian has never cheated on me and he has never raised his hands on me, so I can't file for a divorce. I cried myself back to sleep, when I woke up the sun w

Ruth's POVHow is this possible? I had to grab the nearest piece of furniture beside me to support myself because not only were my legs shaking but my heart was pounding, I felt dizzy. "Hi there Princess," One of them said, Adrian who was in the room a moment ago, I could tell because of the way he was staring at me ."Adrian what is happening?" I finally found my voice and regained myself."This is my twin brother Damian." He casually said it like someone taking a walk in the park."Adrian I've been sleeping with your brother?" The question was directed to me, because that was the one logical explanation for his sudden change of attitude. "You have a twin brother and you didn't think it wise to inform me about it?" "Why do I have to tell you about my family? I don't think you have the right to know about my family Ruth." Adrian said.I breathed out, I felt a tug in my chest, hearing him talk to me like I meant nothing destroyed something in me."Okay Adrian, I have no right to know

Ruth's POV Damian drove us back home after I had taken a bath. Adrian was pacing the length of the living room when we walked in."What the hell? Why are you just coming home now?" Adrian asked the moment we walked in."Ruth wasn't fine so I had to take her somewhere to cool off." Damian replied."As what? Your role in my wife's life is to make sure she gets pregnant, not take her out when she isn't feeling fine. And what happened to your phone? A simple call would have eased the tension I was feeling." Adrian retorted.I walked out on him, I am too tired to stand and listen to him rant, I've done what he wanted me to do today and that's enough, I need sleep.The harsh sound of the door closing behind me with force stopped me in my tracks. Could this be it? Is he going to hit me?"From today henceforth you are going to tell me where you are going to, who you are hanging out with and when you'll be coming back." Adrian said.His words made me laugh, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

Ruth’s POVAdrian and I had a dinner date today. Truthfully, all I wanted was to stay buried beneath my sheets, hidden from the world, letting exhaustion cradle me until sleep pulled me under again. But my wants had never mattered, not in this marriage, and certainly not when Adrian demanded appearances. So I forced myself out of bed, painted my face with makeup, and slipped into the red dress I had chosen.It was simple yet elegant, tight enough to hug the curve of my breasts and stomach, flowing free from the waist down so it swayed with each step. The neckline pushed my breasts upward, subtle but intentional, because Adrian valued presentation. I paired it with a gold watch, a delicate chain resting on my collarbone, and matching gold shoes with a small clutch bag. The mirror showed a woman perfectly put together, but inside I still felt hollow.The car ride to the restaurant was quiet. Not hostile, just the kind of silence that presses in but doesn’t suffocate. Peaceful, even, whic