Pain behind those grey eyes

16. He's gone

Smith slammed the car door on its way out and went inside his house. He didn't even waited for me and I don't think I'm in his favourite list of persons.

I sighed and made my way out of the car. As I entered the house, I saw him talking to his phone with someone, he's looking a little tense and a slight frown was on his face. He was still in his tuxedo and was looking extremely handsome as always.

This time, he noticed me checking him out and frowned at me. He gestured for me to wait and I did.

After a few minutes he finished his call and walked to his couch and sat in front of me, his posture determined and confident.

"Alysia." he said in a stern voice

"Smith." I nodded.

"Sia...I fucking warned you, still you married me and trapped yourself in this loveless marriage." He shook his head, like he is disappointed with my decision. "You may be my wife for my family but I would never be able to consider you as my wife by heart. But I'll be loyal to you and...expect the same from you. Whatever the fuck you do is none of my concern neither mine is yours until and unless it stays in this house. So you will stay away for me... and my business" Smith said in his cold, robotic and emotionless voice.

He continued "Sam...is everything to me, so if you dare to hurt him I'll make sure to regret you the day you were born. You are only here to take care of Sam, grill this in your thick skull. Now the second room on the right side upstairs is yours. Good night."

He stood up and stared at me with his grey eyes. Because of his intimidating gaze, I have to look down at my lap. I always had this trouble to maintain eye contact with someone.

"I would never ever think of hurting Sam..." I mumbled in a low voice but he ignored me and made his way to upstairs leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I was still sitting there regretting my life choices. I don't know what I was expecting but it's sure as hell wasn't this. I knew he has a tough exterior to break but still he could have gave me a chance or give himself a chance to be happy again.

Everyone deserves to be happy.

After some minutes, I sighed and made my way to upstairs to my room. I opened the door of my room, it was nice and more spacious than compared to the room of my apartment.

I removed my makeup, dress and showered. Then I laid on the comfortable bed, I was so exhausted that I don't even remember when my eyes closed and I went into a deep slumber.

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I woke up at the evening and decided to go downstairs because I was so damn hungry and I hadn't even ate my breakfast today.

Plus I have 'to make bonds with certain someone also'.

I went downstairs and met with an eeire tranquility. Well..this is weird. I checked the living room and the whole ground floor but he wasn't anywhere. He might be in his room. Finally I decided to prepare dinner for both of us and went towards the kitchen. I remember where the kitchen is, as I used to come here a lot in my childhood days.

This used to be Smith's parents home once.

I entered the kitchen and suddenly got hit with nostalgia, It brought a involuntarily smile on my face. The good old childhood memories of me, Aiden and Smith running in the kitchen, playing and laughing carefree or the memories of Smith flirting with me.

Those secret smiles we used to give each other.

I sighed and shook my head to divert my mind from those memories.

I decided to make vegetable stew and rice and started with cutting the vegetables. I took out the knife and chopping board and went towards the fridge to take out the vegetables.

I was closing the door of the refrigerator,  when I noticed something - a sticky note, with something written on it.

'Going on a business trip. Call me if there's any emergency on  XXXXXXXXXX.

Smith'

WHAT THE FUCK?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I just slept in for a few fucking hours and he left me all alone in this big house for a business trip. Can't he just postpone it only for today? He could have gone tomorrow.

Well it's not that I expected him to do some lovey-dovey shit with me that newly married couples do basically but just a civil conversation between two adults was too much to ask?

I understand he's trying his best to avoid me but we'r6 living in the same house for God sake, how long is he fucking planning to avoid me? We have to talk at some point. But, I will not give up. I will try this for my Sam. He deserves a stable family and a happy environment.

I took the sticky note in my hand, crushed it and threw it in the dustbin not before saving his number, of course for emergency purposes. I don't know why but tears came out of my eyes when I realised that I'm all alone in this big fucking house.

This is not how I expected my first wedding night will go.

I did what I initially came for and cooked the dinner. Fuck him if he doesn't want to taste my A1 dish. He is missing out.

I cooked the dinner in silence and ate it in silence as well. The calmness and tranquility inside the house was messing up with my mind. I don't even understand what I am fucking feeling right now. I was just really heartbroken with his behaviour.

Do I really deserve his disdain? Am I really that bad of a company that he couldn't even just stay in the same house for one night with me? The depressing thoughts brought more tears in my eyes.

Why am I so fucking emotional?

I always had trouble in controlling my tears.

I lost my appetite but still I finished the food because I loathe wasting it and put the leftovers back in the fridge, washed the dishes, then made my way to my bedroom.

I settled myself on the bed and decided to watch something for distraction. Halfway through the movie, I received a text message on my phone. I paused the movie and look at my phone.

Aiden: How's it going?
Me: Absolutely fantastic and romantic...He went on a business trip.

Clara: Is he behaving?
Me: He went on a business trip.

I replied about my current situation to both of them especially to Aiden in a little sarcastic way because he needs to know how trustworthy and responsible his best fucking friend is.

The stupid tears again came to my eyes. I'm really so fucking pathetic, crying over a guy who doesn't give a shit about me. I don't really understand what's so damn special about him that I just couldn't stop myself from getting attracted to him.

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