Married To My Bully 2

Chapter 5

Crystal

What changed?

I was totally confounded by the drastic shift in his behavior. Utterly confused. The man who claimed to hate me with all his being now didn't hesitate from holding my hand. What kind of game was that?

Unlike my racing heart, my mind was in full alert mode. I had expected him to go ballistic on me and then fire me for waving him off earlier in the office. What I didn't expect was him sitting next to me at dinner with a smile and looking at me with an unreadable expression that didn't resemble hostility by any means. He was even attempting small talks with Mom and Dad. I sequestered myself from their conversation as I didn't want him to assume that his lame attempts were going to take him anywhere.

"I'll be staying here tonight," I choked on my food when he announced his intention of staying abruptly.

Mom eyed me with a mischievous smile. She was thinking that he was doing it for me. She had no inkling that he was doing it for himself. For his selfish reasons. And for the world. There was nothing for me in it. This marriage was just an act for him. The thought hit me hard. I clenched my jaw and rose to my feet.

"I am done. I'll be heading to my room now," I managed a small fake smile to Mom and headed to my room without sparing him one single glance.

Does he really think I'll get back to him after what he made me go through? The man, no doubt, was a conceited bastard.

There was no denying that I had feelings for him. Too strong and too intense. If only we could control our heart the way we can control our mind. His every unintended and meaningless touch held meaning for me. But I'll be damned if I let him use it against me. I slammed the door shut as I entered my room. My head was about to explode because of the rage I was feeling at that moment. I plopped on my bed and laid down. My legs dangling by the edge.

I draped my arms over my eyes. Memories replayed in my head. From the day he abandoned me at our own wedding ceremony to the night he brought that bitch in. The night he fucked her without any regret. And then he showed the audacity of touching me with his same dirty hand. My ear temple started to throb with agitation.

I always gave him the benefit of the doubts. Blamed his past, his scars for his stone-cold behavior. Even hoped that someday he would apologize and explain his misdeeds. But can the past be blamed for being an unfaithful husband? He himself had been betrayed by his own family. Doesn't he know how much betrayal hurts? I can forgive him for everything but not this. Betrayal is unforgivable.

My thought came to a halt when my stomach growled. Yup. I hadn't eaten much during the dinner as my mind was preoccupied with an issue that was sitting beside me. I threw a glance at the time and realized more than an hour had passed. So I decided to pay a visit to the kitchen.

The whole mansion was in a deep slumber. No sound, no lights. I strode soundlessly towards the kitchen, hoping not to run into anyone.

I flipped the switch on and padded towards the refrigerator as Mom kept leftovers in it. But I wasn't sure if there would be any leftover as we had an unexpected visitor this night. I wondered which room was he staying in. Another impatient grumble broke me away from my thought and had me expedite my mission. A satisfying grin dangled over my mouth when I saw food in the fridge.

I plucked out all the leftover dishes and assorted them together in a bowl. A satisfied sigh erupted from my throat when I shoved the spoon in my mouth. The food was indeed very delicious. My taste buds were dancing with joy. Who needs a man when you have food. My soul was lifting as a smile sat over my lips.

I dropped the spoon only when my belly was full to the brim and my plate was clear. I tucked my plate in the sink with a pleased expression and opened the refrigerator again and bent to fetch a bottle of water.