Sin With Me | 18+ | ✔️

2 • Tears and dinner... again.

The day starts like any other. I stand up, get ready and make breakfast. Silently sipping my tea, I watch my husband get into his jacket.
The ring pops up in my mind and I can't fight the upcoming hope.

"We'll go out this evening. It's a noble restaurant, so wear something nice. And be ready by six," he says.

I gain some more hope and do my best to smile.

"Okay, I'll be ready."

He's about to leave, when he steps back inside to look at me. I know he's going to say something and I secretly wish for a 'goodbye' that doesn't sound like someone pissed into his coffee.

'Don't think vulgar things like that, Sophia.' That's what mother would say.

"My suits could use some ironing."

And then he leaves.
I groan. I hate ironing.

The last sip of tea seals my fate and I stand up from the chair, moving towards my destination.

I stare at the wrinkled button up. Then at the iron.
It takes a lot of conviction to bring myself to just do the work. I end up humming and thinking about the dress I would wear to dinner.

We haven't had a date in months. The romance really died down over these years... I can't say that his... particularities appeared out of nowhere over these years and weren't there when we got married, but I'm sure they got noticable when the romance faded.

My thoughts wander to my friends. My best friend Gina and I don't really talk anymore since I got married. She never liked Luigi and he didn't like her either. My other friends are, well, Luigi's friends.

I would love to talk to Gina again, but I don't think he would approve of that. Besides, maybe she doesn't even want to talk... I wouldn't blame her, after all I did drop her because Luigi didn't like her.

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I do my make up after I curl my hair. When finishing the look with my mascara, I hesitate and end up chosing the water proof one, hoping it would just stay 'the choice that lasts longer' and not 'a life saver that's tear proof'. Unsure, if I did everything I could to cover up all my flaws, I just decide to let it be. The years really did some damage to my self esteem. I'm extremely frustrated and unsure until I find the perfect dress. I already forgot about it, but seeing it now made me lighten up.

I try it on and sceptically inspect myself in the mirror.

It's a beautiful short dress that compliments my skin tone. For once I feel a glimpse of confidence in my body.

I hear my husband coming home and a few minutes later he's walking towards me. He eyes me.

"Sophia, I said be ready when I come home."

I falter. "I- I am ready?"

"You won't wear something revealing like that. You look like a whore, get changed."

I didn't think it was that bad? Or even bad at all. It's short, yes, but not inappropriate for a fancy dinner.

"I won't change, there's nothing wrong with the dress." I stubbornly answer, feeling a sense of empowerment rushing through me. Embarassing, considering I only said something so irrelevant. I really can't describe where it comes from...
It feels like acting out though.

His face looks angry. "Fine, you want to dress like a whore, I'll treat you like one."

I feel fear rising inside my chest, making my heart pound faster. I instantly regret my bratty mouth when I catch a good glimpse of his dark eyes.