His Wife Of Forcèd Fate ✓

Chapter - 13

His grip on her wrist was strong, almost too tight and painful, as he practically dragged her towards the waiting car. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of apprehension and confusion swirling within her. "Why are we running?" she managed to ask, her voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and concern.

"Stop asking stupid questions and just get in the car," he retorted sharply, his tone leaving little room for further inquiry. Her hesitation was brief, her mind racing as she processed his urgency. With a mix of caution and compliance, she slid into the car, watching as he took his place in the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and they swiftly left the chaotic scene behind, the city lights streaking past in a blur.

As the initial rush of the moment subsided, she turned towards him, her gaze a mixture of curiosity and determination. "Who was that woman back there?" she inquired, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions that had taken over. "And why did she seem to know so much about you?"

His eyes briefly flicked towards her, a scowl forming on his face. "It's none of your damn business who she was," he replied curtly, a warning edge seeping into his words. "And I strongly advise you to stay away from matters that don't concern you."

Her brows furrowed, her resolve unyielding. "But I would like to know," she pressed on, her voice taking on a touch of insistence. "What did she mean when she said, 'What you did with your late wife'?"

The air in the car seemed to grow heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he visibly struggled to keep his composure. When he finally spoke, his words were laced with a mix of frustration and anger. "Do you honestly believe that my fleeting change in behavior, the mere fact that I introduced you as my wife, signifies that I now view you as such? Just because I'm attempting to behave like a normal human being doesn't mean I've suddenly considered you my wife."

Her heart sank as his words struck her like a painful blow. The weight of his dismissive demeanor and cutting remarks landing like blows. Hurt mingled with her frustration, creating a storm of emotions within her. Yet, she refused to cower in the face of his hostility, her determination to seek the truth unwavering.The truth had always been there, subtly woven into his actions and his demeanor. Of course, she had known that he didn't truly see her as his wife; the emotional distance between them was a constant reminder. Frustration welled up inside her, mingling with the sting of hurt as she found herself unable to hold back her thoughts any longer.

"Of course, I'm aware that you don't consider me your wife," she retorted, her voice laced with a mixture of bitterness and vulnerability. "But don't I at least deserve an answer? Is it too much to ask why she said and what she meant? I deserve to know."

"I deserve answers, no matter how you behave towards me," she asserted, her voice steady but firm. "If you won't respect me enough to answer, then at least respect yourself enough to provide an explanation."

He snapped, his patience evidently worn thin by the conversation.  His glare pierced through her, his frustration evident in every line of his tense body. "Shut up, please. Just shut up," he practically growled, his voice raw with annoyance and anger. The weight of his words hung in the air, leaving a palpable tension between them. In that moment, the car became a container for their frustrations, their unspoken desires, and the reality of their strained connection.

The truth remained hidden in silence, their emotions waiting to be unleashed. As the car continued to move forward, the distance between them seemed to stretch wider, a divide that their words had failed to bridge.

As they drove back home, a heavy silence settled between them. As they continued their journey in tense silence, she turned her gaze towards the window, blinking back tears of frustration and sadness. Deep down, she had known the he didn't consider her his wife all along, but hearing it from him felt like a pain she couldn't ignore.
She was disappointed in herself more than him. The hope she had held onto, the expectation that he might actually provide an explanation, now seemed foolish and naive. Avoiding eye contact, she gazed out of the car window, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Upon arriving home, a deep sigh escaped her lips. What had started as a glimmer of hope had crumbled into nothingness, leaving her with a sense of emptiness. She stepped out of the car without a word, the weight of the unspoken argument heavy on her shoulders. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, knowing that the gap they had filled had been shattered, perhaps irreparably.

Locking herself in her room, she sank onto her bed, trying to process the events of the evening. She replayed their exchange in her mind, each word another blow to the fragile connection they had attempted to build. The bitterness of disappointment mixed with the sting of hurt, forming a mix of emotions that she struggled to contain.

In the loneliness of her room, she confronted the reality of the situation. The silence that enveloped her felt both comforting and stifling – a space to sort through her thoughts without interference, yet also a reminder of the loneliness that had become a constant companion. She questioned herself, wondering if she had been overly hopeful, foolishly believing that he might change, that they could break through the walls that separated them.

Amidst her thoughts, she found peace in the quiet peace of her room. Here, she could confront her emotions without distractions, coming to terms with the disappointment that had settled in her heart.