Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 7

Rose's pov:

A week has gone by since that evening when I falsely accused my husband. A long week in which we've done nothing but argue endlessly. I trusted him and he thought I didn't, so I had to describe how pure my feelings were. It was never enough, loving Sim Jaeyun was never enough.

"Stop being so narcissistic. I married a boy or a man? I really wonder sometimes."

"You married the man." He said, slamming the newspaper against the living room table.

"That's what I thought so act like one."

"Behave."

My eyes widened, he dared to say that to me? Unlike him, I behaved like a mature person. Jaeyun was not only a daddy's boy but also a mummy's baby who always acted like a spoiled prince. If he didn't know the reality of life I was going to teach him in my own way. He could talk that way to any woman, but definitely not to his wife.

"Listen to me carefully Sim." He raised an eyebrow as he sank into the sofa.

"You have two minutes."

"I won't say it twice, just act like the capable man I know and everything will be fine."

I grabbed him by his tie. I could endure anything to stay with him, but not this childish narcissism. The man I'd always loved wasn't supposed to become like my father. He didn't seem to understand so I crushed my heel on his right foot, making him grunt in pain.

"I'll make you regret."

In one movement he grabbed me by the arm and slammed me into the same sofa where he'd been sitting just seconds before. I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and saw his tie fall. I swallowed nervously, what was he going to do with or to me?

"I'm going to court, you know a defense speech never waits. Have fun in the meantime."

I underestimated my husband in terms of revenge. I tried to push him away but it was too late, my hands were tied with his tie and my ankles with the belt. I knew he had weird tendencies, but not this kinky. Anyway my mind wasn't on that; it was focused on how I was going to kill him when he came home.

I hated him almost as much as I loved him. The next few hours were going to be long, since he'd tightened my bonds like crazy.

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The house was pitch-black and silent when he came back. I wish I had seen his confused face when he realized I'd freed myself. I let him search for me, but it was vain. Only because I was out with William in one of the trendiest bars in town.

"Oh and that one girl here?" I showed him a blonde fully dressed in the color of the U.S. flag.

"I prefer brunettes."

I'd been trying to find him a girlfriend for months and for health reasons. I was tired of him being workaholic, but he refused to put any energy into my project. He thought it pointless, especially if his relationship ended in daily arguments like mine. These were his words.

"The waitress."

Mini-shorts, cowboy boots, low-cut top revealing the bra and long, curly brown hair: no doubt she was his type. He turned discreetly before looking at me, I saw in his fox eyes that he was calling me a brainless cunt. If helping a friend was a red flag, I would have an entire collection of it.