BRENDA PARKER
I woke up scared. I looked at the time; it was five in the afternoon. He'd be here soon. Sebastian is never late for anything. If he doesn't have any meetings or appointments outside of hours, his time to get home is always at five-thirty in the afternoon. When he arrives, he changes clothes and goes to the gym. He exercises every day. Soon after, he takes a shower and heads to the office to open the day's mail. It's always like that; nothing can be wrong; he only changes something in this routine if he finds something he doesn't like, so he demands of me.
I get up quickly and run to the bathroom, take a quick shower, wear a black velvet dress, tie my hair up, and apply minimal makeup. Then again, I examine every detail in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in the closet; everything is in order. I go into the living room, check the time again, it's almost five-thirty. I sat on the couch to wait for him. I'm nervous. I rub my hands together.
The house butler heads for the entrance. He never says anything. He looks like a robot programmed to do things automatically. I can never get a word out of his mouth. He always has a haughty look, impeccably dressed and always ready to take care of anything Sebastian desires, without blinking an eye. He's also polite to me, but I'm nothing to him. Maybe he sees me as Sebastian's whim. In fact, all the people in his circle just see me as a whim. When we got married, people bet how long we would stay married. Some gave a month, others less than a year. We are married for two. Sometimes I think that should have happened. He could have ended this marriage in a month, so I wouldn't live this hell.
I get up, he enters with his usual arrogant look, the butler takes his things, takes off his coat and puts it in the coat closet. I walk towards him with a smile on my face, he looks at me with her cold stare that doesn't match her smile. I can't remember the last time I saw a smile on my husband's face. I don't think ever. I approached a little hesitantly and asked.
"How was your day?"
"Same as always," he says dryly.
He kisses me on the lips, a kiss without passion, without anything but just a cold kiss.
"And what did you do today?" He asked me
I look at him. I don't understand why he asks this question when he knows everything I did, every detail, but I answer with the greatest calm in the world.
I went to Kerry's office, then we had lunch together at Lower's Restaurant. It was full and I accidentally bumped into a guy, and finally, I came home and got some sleep in the afternoon.
"Hum!"
He goes to the room, I go after him, my smile dies on my lips. I told him about the guy and he didn't have any reaction, neither negative nor positive, and that makes me even more apprehensive. He goes to the closet, and I stay in the bedroom, sitting on a sofa. I hear him opening the drawers. Every noise he makes there, I jump. I just pray to God that everything is the way he likes it. I saw him go out with his workout clothes on. He wore tight-fitting shorts. He was shirtless and his perfect muscles were on display. He wraps a bandage in his hands. The only thing I think when I see him doing that is that he's going to train to beat me. I'm sure of it.
I swallow hard. He looks at me with his cold gaze, and I lower my head. I can't meet him. He leaves the room, not paying attention to me. I sit there with my lips trembling. I don't understand why he hates me so much. I never did anything for him to treat me like that. When we met, he seemed to be such a different person. He was always serious, but he treated me well. But after the wedding, he changed so much that I got scared. I remember the first day he hit me.
***
We were on our honeymoon. Sebastian had taken me to a beautiful, heavenly place on an island in Greece. We were staying at a luxury hotel. I looked through the window at the beautiful sea in front of me, a stunning turquoise blue. Since we arrived three days ago, we didn't leave the room. We had sex every night and day without stopping. It was good, but I was already exhausted. I wanted to go out a little and get to know the island. I decided to ask him this.

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