•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Fifteen|

And I chose you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was

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I am not able to comprehend. That woman? Who is she? Why she's in my house? With my husband?

A short and petite woman, in her definite 20s, with short wavy hair, and tanned skin is roaming in my house, with my husband. She's dead drop gorgeous.

Alright I hate this feeling.....I am frustrated!! So mad!

Rin isn't even sparing a glance at me. What's the matter with this man?! They climbed up the stairs and disappeared in his room.

The way I gasped, and crushed the paper napkin in my palm. I wish it's his or her neck. He left me on the dining table, while we were having lunch.

How the hell, he can be so mean?!?

I stared at my plate with the odd feeling creeping over my heart. Something was not right, with this feeling. Because my brain was is constant denial, letting it to transmit to my neurons. So that I can come up with the bottom line.

My heart's beating so loud and fast. I am feeling like I can slit anyone's heart if they—just even—try to stop me from doing anything.

"Mrs. Itoshi?"  I heard Maria. With a gentle smile on her face, she gestured me to continue with my lunch. However, the hard lump, blocked my throat. I don't feel like eating.

I lifted myself up from the chair. My heart feels so heavy.

"But, Mrs. Itoshi? Your lunch?" Maria called. The concern in her voice was audible. I turned, with a weak smile tugged on my lips. "I'm sorry. I just want something warm to drink. Can you bring me a cup of chocolate milk?"

Maria's hand withdrew, with a slight nod. "Where should I bring you?" My mouth gapped, as obvious, I was going to say, the room. Although, instantly sealed it. Because, he has a 'guest' in there.

Okay! Before I lose my temper I need to distract myself.

"To the library."

I entered the brand new room, which he gifted me and ignoring me, he let another strange woman let in. After strolling around the shelves, for ten minutes, I rested on the edge of table.

"Ma'am?" I heard a young maid, walk in with a tray and a big white mug, putting it down on the table. She bowed, and left the room without speaking anything. I stared at the cup, which was standing staring at me.

A sigh escaped my lips, inhaling deeply consecutively. The sweet dark smell of chocolate entered my nostrils melting my foul thoughts away. I set myself on the chair, sipping on my drink. It was so nice.

The small bites of chocolate chips, dark chocolate, filled my mouth. At least something is good. But that also stayed for next fifteen minutes.

The cup was as empty as my heart. I can feel my body fuming. I want to drag that woman out of the house.

Hold a second.

Why am I feeling this way? I shouldn't, right? This feeling—inside of me—kicking my emotions. Which I shouldn't feel.

I can't say it. Not to him.

I squeeze my eyes shut, slamming the cup on the table. Walking towards the shelf I picked out a book. The book is a great company. It doesn't look like I actually, passed two hours in here.

Pressing my stiff neck and shoulders, I stood up, stretching my arms out.

Let's take a break. Rin sure would be alone by now.