The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1

The dim lights in the hallway made the moonlight more prominent. Today, moonlight looked beautiful. The moon looked sad or it was just an illusion of a sad heart.

I don't know.

I was sitting on the chair, in front of the big glass window. I could peek at the outside world which was anything but static.

The moon was shining brightly alone in the sky. The roads of the society weren't empty even at this time of night. My eyes wandered to the wall clock again. It was past 11 o'clock and he still wasn't back yet.

I sighed and turned on the screen of my mobile phone. There wasn't even a single message from him. He didn't care to inform me about his late arrival nor did he see my messages.

I released a long sigh in frustration.

I rested my head back on the chair and closed my eyes. I don't know how much time had passed when the main door of the apartment opened with a sound of click.

He entered the lounge, dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants. His black coat was hanging on his arm. His hair was messy and eyes red.

Our gaze met, I tried to smile but I couldn't. My lips didn't form into a welcoming smile. I had been waiting for him all night.

I was hurt at his ignorance.

"Why are you awake at this time?" He asked me, walking to the sofa.

"I was waiting for you" I said, rose up from the chair and walked to him.

"How many times I have asked you not to wait for me?" He looked at me unhappily.

"I can't sleep without you" I said truthfully. It wasn't easy to accept it on his face when he didn't care about me.

I couldn't sleep with the thought that he was still out of house. My worries wouldn't let me fall asleep peacefully.

"Then get into bed now" He eyed me.

"Dinner?" I asked him.

"I have had mine" He replied and didn't ask me about mine which I didn't have because I wanted to eat with him as usual.

Sometimes he would come home early and we have dinner together and sometimes he would forget that he had a wife waiting for him at the home.

I walked inside our room and he walked behind me. Closing the door behind him, he disappeared into the dressing room. I laid down on the soft sheets and covered my body with the quilt.

I closed my burning eyes.

He came back after five minutes, dressed in his night suit. I felt bed shifting next to me.

A few moments later, he wrapped his arm around my waist. I lifted my head without him asking, he put his arm under my head. I rested my head on his strong arm. He covered us both with the quilt.

Now, I was caged in his arms just like the past two years. The exhaustion had fully enveloped my body. Two years wasn't a short period. I was getting tired now.

Tired of his ignorance.

I don't want to be unloved anymore.

The room was covered in darkness and silence. His heavy breathing suggested that he was about to sleep but the itchy silence in the room hurt me.

I wanted us to talk.

"Where were you?" I broke the silence.

"At work" He mumbled.

"Why didn't you see my messages?" I asked further.

"I just want to sleep right now. Goodnight!" He ditched my question, pressed his lips to back of my head.

"Goodnight!" I said back to him.

These were the only words he said to me in the whole day. He didn't inform me about his whereabouts. Neither, he talked to me. He just fall asleep taking me in his arms.

A lone tear fell from my eyes.

What kind of life I was living?

I was living my life or just spending my time in this beautiful world?