Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Forty-four

Bummi.

Ouch!

My head hurts.

Hangover.

It feels like someone is playing drums inside my brain. It's been ages since I last dealt with one of these.

What happened last night? How did I get home?

Everything is blurry.

I'm trying to piece together a scene, but it's all a chaotic blur.

It's making my heart hurt even more.

Jesus Christ...

Owww... my brain.

Yes... I think I'm starting to remember... about...

What was up with the fight in the bathroom? That part stands out.

Loud music, blurry faces... indistinct conversations... the clatter of glasses... and then in the bathroom...

The fight... Why did that happen?

Why does it feel like I was almost abused there?

"Finally regained consciousness?" A familiar deep voice cuts through my thoughts.

I turn my head toward the sound and see him sitting in a chair like a king on a throne, completely relaxed with a glass of champagne in hand.

My vision is still too fuzzy to focus on his face.

I need to see him clearly.

I blink once, blink twice... he's still there.

What the hell! Running into him like this isn't a good way to start my day.

I glance around, noting the complications-he's shirtless, and my eyes can't help but be drawn to the huge dinosaur tattoo on his left breast, encircled like it's caged.

Thank goodness my clothes from last night are still intact.

"You know... prevention is better than cure. You know how bad you are with alcohol. Why go out last night and make a fool of yourself at the bar?"

Oh, don't you dare lecture me, Damian.

Why didn't I wake up to a picture frame instead of the real you?

Honestly, I feel like pouncing on him right now-hugging him and giving him a few punches on his chest for abandoning me these past weeks. "I was just trying to clear my head from stress, and FYI, whatever I do with my life is none of your business." I attempt to sit up a little.

"None of my business? You are my wife!" His voice nearly shook the walls. I stiffened at the sound. "So, I see that it matters, young lady."

Really? Does he want a fight? Fine, I'm ready for this. "Listen, I'm only your wife by contract. I'm not your legal partner, so stop raising your voice at me, Damian. I'd prefer you stay out of my private life."

He laughed at my words, as if I were just practicing my speech. But then his smile vanished, replaced by a cold stare. "Legally or not, you're still my wife. If you think your attitude will make me get rid of you, then you need to rethink your strategy." He stood and started to walk away.

He didn't say anything for a while. Just looking at me with no expressions on his face. "Okay, don't Damian. It's too early for a fight." I almost heard him mumbling to himself inaudibly. Now back to me. His cool expression changed. "If I hadn't called Maxwell yesterday, I wouldn't have known where you were or how you almost got assaulted by that parasite born of a woman and-" he stopped, cursing himself for speaking too much.