Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 31: Who's in control

Author's POV

Sul felt like his soul was ripped out of him for a second there. He stood, totally lost, puzzled, dumbfounded. Khayr flinging the ATM card into his face to him was no different to pouring acid over his body. All of the hairs on his body had rose and a weird humiliated feeling shot through his veins.

She should've just raised her hand and slapped him than for her to do that.
He had come full of energy, ready to have a good time with people even if the gestures are fake... However, with how currently fouled his mood had become, he doubted if he could even talk to anyone.

He can't leave though. His father-in-law was nearby with some men, and is most likely aware of his and Khayr's presence. They drove in front of them after all before parking farther in front of three other cars. It would be really disrespectful if he retreated like that without greeting his father-in-law at least. And Abas too, since he's here to celebrate with him and his wife's family.

Sul hesitantly dropped his gaze to the ground just beside his feet where the card had fell. He scanned the ATM as if it were puke and hardened his jaw as he decided drastically in his mind. He wanted to pridefully leave it there, but someone might pick it up and falsefully claim it. The money the card contained was honestly too much to be left to waste like that. So he injected and sedated his ego, then bent himself down. He picked up the card, secured it in his pocket.

He took two deep breaths, taming the anger which was bubbling in him, setting his chest aflame before walking to the group of men to greet them. The group consisted of his father-in-law; his role model; his boss, Abas, and some familiar family men. He greeted them all as normally as he could muster and left quickly after giving them a vague reason to excuse his urgency.

Then he furiously drove home.

Soon as he was indoors, he removed his Hula, slammed the innocent stuff across the floor. He pressed his forehead on a wall, punched his fist on the wall severally, screamed.

"This girl has finished me" he said, wincing. His ego was brutally stabbed.

It hurt, so, so much.

How did this girl become so rude, so gusty, so disrespectful like this?

Is what he had been asking himself over and over.

A person like him finds it annoyingly painful for people to not accept his gifts, returning his gift to him even. And this that he hated is exactly what Khayr had done to him. That too, in the most humiliating manner.

Okay, say he provoked her into acting like that.. Still, even if he did, she doesn't have the audacity to treat him like that. In public too for that matter!

It was strangely relieving self that most of the guests were behind the walls. His humiliation would've tripled if they had seen. He would just dig his own grave right there and bury himself alive.

What added more salt to the wound is that....she called him a dog?

Noo, that bitch didn't stop at just yelling and flinging his card at his face in public. She called him a dog!

A dog!

A highly dignified person like him, a noble person like him, a gentleman, her own freaking husband!

He paced up and down uncontrollably in the depressingly silent sitting room, bitting on his thumbnail. He has never been so perplexed before.

How did a small girl like her, a mere seventeen year old, someone he was older than with ten wonderful years have the power to do him dirty like this? Seriously. This her rebellious attitude is becoming unsettling and unbearable. And it's just escalating.