SWEET, SWEET, NIGHTMARE.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

    "What are you going to do today?" Layla asked.

  "The usual. Laze about the house until evening, fight with my husband when he gets back from work, and then go to bed " I replied.

  "That sounds hectically boring" Janelle said.

  I shrugged. I changed my position on the bed by laying on my stomach then I propped my phone on a pillow to allow my friends a better view of my face.

  "How has life as a married woman been like?" Layla asked.

  "It has been wonderful. Just splendid. My husband and I love one another so very much." I said sarcastically.

  "I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your words. What's up?" Janelle asked.

  "It's been hellish, guys. Being married to this snotty human being has been hell on earth."

  "How come? He seemed into you at the engagement party. Even at the wedding, he looked like he was the happiest man in the world." Sofia inputed.

  "Maybe it's all in your head. I surely don't feel like the happiest bride in the world."

  "Seriously, I thought he was really into you." Sofia repeated.

   "He looked like he was going to rip Chase's arms right out of his torso when you two were dancing." Layla added.

  "What?" I asked, surprised.

  "Really, it's true. We even spoke about it that day. I remember the intensity of his glare. He was shooting daggers at Chase the entire night, after that." Janelle said.

   "You guys must have been mistaken. We're nothing like that. It's impossible for him to feel or look that way, like he actually cares."

  "We're telling you what we saw." said Sofia.

  "I refuse to believe you."

  "That's okay. Suit yourself then. But i know what I saw. We know what we saw." Janelle gave up.

  "Let's drop this topic."

  I refused to let what they think they saw affect my way of seeing Adrian. He was a snotty bastard who walked around the house like there was something shoved up his behind. I would not ponder on the possibility of him having feelings for me, not for one second.

  "Why exactly do you think your marriage is hellish?" asked Layla.

  "This man is always grumpy. He has a permanent sour look on his face anytime he's in the house. He's always against everything I do, always complaining about everything I say, and he's so annoying. I want to go back to my house."

  "What house?" Sofia asked.

   "My house." I repeated.

   "Adrian's penthouse is your house now. You're married, and you're in your husband's house, so it's your new home." she said.

  "She's right. Forget that you have a house you used to live in. Those doors will not be open for you so freely anymore. You are now your husband's responsibility, and his family is your family now." Layla added.

  "That sounds crazy."

  "I know, but it's just how the marriage thing works." Sofia shrugged.

  "You speak like you have experience."

  "I could say I have lived vicariously through my clients, so in a sense, I do have experience." she said with a smile.

  "You're weird."