Bianca Adams is a 21 years old girl who lives with her mother, her parents got divorced when she was 9 years old.
her love life was not great also, because of what she witness and gone through in love she stopped believing in love.
But then her mom...
It has been a week since max and I had that silly argument, he tried talking to me but I shake him off. I don't have the strength to go through another argument with him, it seems he doesn't want to talk about everything so I let him be.
This past week has been stressful, I have been stuck in one place. Stuck inside this house, if I'm not in my room then I'm in the garden, that's the place you will find me nowadays. I just don't have the strength to do anything, Leah has asked me countless times to come with her to the club but I have declined.
I don't think I'm in the right frame of mind for all of that, what Maxwell told me still hurts. Whenever I remember it feels like I am being stabbed with a knife, it really hurtful for someone to call you a nag. And what made it hurt the most is that; it was Max, the man who is my husband, the man I loved, tho, I know we didn't get married for love, but we now love each other, and he always claims that he loves me, but he opened his mouth and told me that I'm nagging? It really, really hurt.
I sat on the mat, at the garden enjoying the wonderful breeze, and drinking in the beautiful view of nature in front of me. I could spend forever Witnessing this, and will never get tired. The weather was sunny and windy, and I really like it.
I lied on my back, eyes closed. I felt like someone sat beside my.
"Enjoying the weather?" A voice asked.
A certain voice....
His voice..
I fight the urge not to open my eyes and look at him, shifting on the mat. I heard him taking a deep breath and releasing it before sighing.
"Look.... Bianca. I'm really sorry, i-i didn't mean to say that." He explained, still I didn't open my eyes and I ignored him.
Though my chest tightened at how broken he sounds, but he did hurt me also.
"Love?, Please look at me. Talk to me, I did mean to say that."
"Say what? Hmm." I asked this time sitting up, opening my eyes and looking at him, but I regretted opening them, he looks so horrible, he has lost some weight, like he has not been eating well, his eyes are covered with dark circles, his hair was rough and so are his clothes, it doesn't seem like he went to the office today, he. He looks rough.
"I know I have hurt you with my words, but please forgive me I regretted saying it." He said, eyeing me. I couldn't hold his gaze, his eyes was swirling with so many emotions.
If I stare at his eyes I will forget everything and forgive him, and I don't want that. I want him to know that he had hurt me, he doesn't trust me enough to tell me what's wrong with him. He doesn't think I'm capable of knowing what's wrong with him and help him out of it.
He just don't trust me...
"I have tried apologizing to you but you have been shaking me off, I'm tired of this... I'm tired of this silent treatment you are giving me."
"Oh, really! But I thought you did the same just a week ago. So now you know how it feels to be ignored by someone." When I said that, I could see guilt flash in his eyes.
"I-i was not ignoring you__" he tried say but I spoke.
"Okay, if you were not ignoring me then what are we supposed to call what you did?"
"Listen bianca, you won't understand___"
"I won't understand, because I'm a child or I'm dumb?"
"No. No that's not what I meant."
"Okay, elaborate please." He took a deep breath, and release it through his mouth. He opens his mouth to talk but nothing came out.
I don't know if he is trying to make me look stupid or if he was trying to guilty trap me, or he is just speechless.
"You see, you don't also even know what you to say. Because it just don't make sense." I said, and stood up to walk back to my room. I heard him calling me and standing up to his feet quickly following me.
I walked fast so he won't get to me but I felt him grab my wrist, yanking me back, I feel my back flush on his hard chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping his head on the crook of my neck, I could feel him relax.
I won't lie but I missed this, I missed his touch. I closed my eyes enjoying this feeling, almost forgetting everything, but I quickly came back to my senses. Trashing in his grip trying to free myself but I miserably fail.
"Max! Let me go." But he only tightened his hold on me.
"I swear if you don't let me go, I will__"
"I don't care what you will do, but I fucking miss this. I missed touching you, I missed feeling your skin on mine, I missed everything." He says, in a whisper kissing my neck, I suck in a breath with eyes closed.
I also pine him but I won't tell him.
We stood in silence for God knows how long before max spoke.
"I'm really sorry, baby. I was so stressed that I didn't know when that__" he seems to be struggling to say the word.
"When you said, I was nagging?" I said, as I noticed he is not comfortable saying the word again.
He pressed his eyes tightly, nodding.
"Yes, that. I was stressed and not ready to get into any conversation, I tried to explain it to you, but you were not ready to listen to me. All you cared was who that lady was and I was not in the right sense to talk about her." He said, the last part like it was a poison. And I became more curious to know, to learn about the mysterious lady.
He was still hugging me from behind, so I turned in his arm facing him now while he adjust his grip on me, titling my head to look into his eyes as he does the same.
"So... Now are you ready to talk about her?" I asked wrapping my arms around him, he looks skeptical.
"No, don't worry if you don't feel like talking about her, then it's okay when you feel comfortable and okay to talk, I'm all ears." I reassured.
"No. I think now is the right time to talk, and I don't have to hide anything from you. You are my wife you need to know about my past." He says, and I nodded.
Now I'm starting to get the maths puzzles, so this woman is related to Max's past.
"Alright, if you are ready to talk about it. Let's go somewhere and sit, my legs have started hurting." I joke, he chuckles.
"Okay, where do you want us to go and have this talk?" He asked, eyeing me.
"To my room!" I shrugged.
"Your room?" He asked amused and I nod.
"Mm, my room, it's now my room since you have decided to stop sleeping in it."
"I'm sorry love, didn't mean to do that."
"Hmm, right."
"Okay! Let's go baby." He unwrapped his arms from around me, wrapping one arm around my waist.
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