Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Shopping

After I ate, I decided to make a birthday cake for Margaret.

"What are you doing?" Alexander asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I ask with a tease in my voice.

"It looks like you are making two cakes?"He says

"Well, we obviously can't eat the birthday girl's cake. She can split it with all the maids and take home what she wants. This one is for you and your friends." I say.

His friend Tony says, "Oh, mia parola, è davvero troppo dolce per te."

{Oh my word, she is too sweet for you.

As they walk up and get a piece of cake.

"Thank you, Bellissima."

{beautiful}

He lightly kisses my head.

"After I eat this, we are going shopping for some new clothes." He says it suddenly.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I'm still not feeling 100% and was probably just going to rest the rest of the day. I should be feeling better by Saturday night, I'd say if it's just a cold." I am trying to make an excuse for not spending time with him.

"Saturday night?" He asks me carefully.

"Yeah, I should be feeling more like myself by then, I think," I say carefully back.

"Hai preso anche quello? Probabilmente proveranno a fare il cambio," Harry his other friend, says. Looking at Alexander.

{Did you catch that too? They must be attempting to make the switch on Saturday}

He just nods.

He places his hand on my head.

"You don't feel warm." He says it to me plainly.

This makes me mad, as he cannot take a hint.

"I don't want to go shopping, okay? I just want to wait until Monday when I'm feeling better." I am moving away from him.

"Well, I've already seen your clothes, and I am having a small party on Saturday morning and Friday night that you need to dress appropriately for. So you are going." He says to me as if he has decided.

"No, I will not be there. There is no need. I won't be going to your party." I say it with confidence.

He suddenly sticks my bottom harshly.

I looked at him surprised, and my bottom grew hot and stung my eyes, slowly watering as I rubbed it softly, trying to soothe the pain.

"Do you want more? If so, keep arguing with me and disrespecting me. Do you understand, wife?" He dominantly asks me.

I just nod and look at the floor. When he softly grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, and use your voice." He says it softly.

"You can't just hit me like that," I say, snapping my courage and coming back.

"I didn't hit you. I spanked your ass for being a brat. I'd do it again." He says he is taking another bite of cake.

My appetite was gone.

"Go upstairs and go get dressed to leave." He said this to me as he was washing off his plate and putting it in the fridge for later.

I close the door softly and grab the pillow, hitting it against the bed in frustration. A few times before blotting it back. Rolling my eyes, I grab an outfit to go outside. I sit on the bed and read my book. Was I supposed to go downstairs? I don't know, and I didn't care.

Alexander comes in and looks at me.

"Come on, I'm ready." He says he is opening the door for me.

I sigh, rolling my eyes, and walk through the door. Making shuffling steps down the stairs.

He opens the front door, unlocking his car. He walks over to my side, and I sit down, buckling in. He closes the passenger door.

I hated shopping unless it was for books. I certainly didn't have the extra money to buy clothes for parties. I had my purse with me.

We have stopped. I take my bag out and open the door. Before it's roughly pulled shut.

"I will open your door; do that again, and you will be in trouble." He says it with a fixed tone.

I quickly withdraw my hand and place it on my lap, and I unbuckle.

I watched him walk around to my side, and he opened the door, holding his hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his. His hand engulfed mine.

He takes my purse and throws it on the floor, covering it with a jacket.

He softly closes the door behind me. I make a move to take my hand out of his, and he just tightens his hold on my hand to the point of hurting.

He leans down to my ear.

"You are my wife; I want to hold your hand in public. Don't pull away." He tells me

"I'm fine," I said, trying to take my hand back. He doesn't say anything as we talk, and his grip on my hand never eases. I try one more time to take my hand back. He stops and whispers in my ear, "Try yanking your hand out of mine one more time, and that smack I gave you earlier will seem like nothing." He says to me:

Gulp on my spit and stop trying to move my hand away from his, which causes him to not hold my hand so tight.

We looked at the dresses. Well, he did. I just stood there awkwardly, as I don't wear dresses.

"Do you like this one?" He asked me

"Do I have to wear a dress?" I asked in response.

"Yes, now do you like this one?" He asks me again.

"I guess so?" I say it with hesitation.

"Well, go try it on." He points to the changing rooms.

I sigh to myself and take the hanger from him. Making sure it was the right size. I walk over to the changing rooms. There was a lady there.

"I would like to try this on," I say to the lady.

She looks at me up and down.

"Are you sure you can afford that?" She asks me.

I try to ignore her bad attitude.

"I'm sure you have better things to do than stop me from trying on this dress," I say

She rolls her eyes. "Listen, I might have to call a manager." She says to me:

"You know, just forget," I start saying until I hear

"Go ahead, I'd love to chat with them," Alexander said to her, catching me off guard, as I didn't even know he was there.