This Is Me Trying

Chapter 10: Forgotten

SOLIS woke up with a severe headache due to her tactless alcohol intake last night. It's like she is expecting it every time she wakes up. Maybe she's just too used to it for drinking too much. By that, she can easily dump her heartache for a while.

Through drinking, she can feel that she is free temporarily. While drinking, she can't feel anything and all she can think of is only happy memories. By drinking, she can't see Hayland and his woman making out on their couch that night, not unless she will dig into it.

Clutching her head, she sat up as her bare hand rubbed away the dust in her eyes. She pulled away the cover and yawned only to be alarmed when she saw her favorite royal blue pajamas with butterfly prints on them.

She checked it again and she's really wearing her cashmere sleepwear. She let her eyes roam around her room and to her surprise, it is spotless. She swallowed as guilt ran all over her.

Frowning, she moves to fix her messy bed. "He's here and you let him clean your mess! You even let him change your clothes! Stupid, stupid!"

Her clean freak alter-self shouts at her inside her head. Maybe it's really furious for forgetting about her while she is out there partying and losing herself in the process. She remembered Mara and texted her right away.

She giggles when her friend doesn't even bother to reply to her and she guesses that that brat is still fast asleep. She sighed while combing her hair with her hands as she proceeded into her tiny bathroom. Her gorgeous reflection greeted her the moment she stepped in front of the mirror. She smiled to herself, rubbing the tiny butterfly tattoo on her nape.

"The tattoo that symbolizes Hayland's mark on you, his sign of love for you..." she started, locking her eyes into her own shadow. "This tattoo is a sign of his commitment but just like this butterfly symbol—the way how he gave you hope and life, you also died in his arms. Funny."

She shakes her head and proceeds to her morning routine. As soon as she was done fixing herself, she decided it was time to go downstairs. It's already nine in the morning and gladly it's Saturday.

She was about to go to the garden for a refreshing morning when suddenly, she halted her head into the kitchen. The delicious aroma of home-cooked meals that automatically her stomach churned, making her droll.

Truth be told, she nearly forgot the taste of real food as she is used to eating instant and junk foods. She sighed once again, brushing the thought of her unhealthy lifestyle away as she absentmindedly entered the kitchen. She did it as discreetly as she could but still, Hayland recognized her presence instantly much to her disappointment.

She even nearly cursed when her husband looked so good in his body-hug black sleeveless and only had his boxers on. His messy raven hair looks damp and he probably came from the shower.

Hayland had grown baby stubbles again. Nonetheless, he still looks good in it. It added more to his charisma and she suddenly misses how it tickles against her skin way back when Hayland didn't shave.

"Morning, Wifey! I was about to wake you up. Breakfast is ready," Hayland greeted gleefully before grabbing a chair for her. "Come on, I made your favorite."

She just awkwardly stood there, flabbergasted at how good the mood her husband was showing. Even his smiles are too bright for her liking. She wonders what happened with his business trip that made him so blooming.

She doesn't want to think it is about something else and how she wishes it isn't about a woman again. She nearly cried had not Hayland stride towards her and gently grabbed her wrist, guiding her towards the table and made her sit there.