𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀

broken cannot be fixed -

A luminous luxurious study room of a big classy and black style mansion , in which a manly man with brownish blonde hairs that's fall on his temples sitting. His blue eyes sticking on a laptop screen in front of him. His long fingers working in a perfect way on laptop key bored . He is totally lost into his work without caring anything else around. He was a " NOAH BRANSON " A rich business man age of around 31 He was today stand in on top rank only bcuz of his hard work.

Door of study cracks open & a lady wearing white gown enter in , with a unsaid fear in her grey siren eyes. A ethereal beauty, a perfect height with her long wavy brown hairs which fall till her thighs. She was his wife " ISLA BRANSON " , she was around 29 . She takes steps further with fear.

Noah working on his laptop clearly aware of her presence didn't bother to look up and speak in his cold tone. " what do you want? " he ask kept working on laptop. ISLA takes a deep breath before speaking " n-noah..."
Noah cold gaze slowly turns to look at her . His expression unchanging. He speaks in a low commanding tone " speak quickly, I'm busy. " he gestures for her to step closer. His eyes never leaving hers.

Isla nervously clutching her dress, slowly step closer to his desk , she takes a cold breath before speaking " I- I'm sorry Noah... I m-mistakingly... " she stop "quick " he said and Isla close her eyes quickly and speaks " I m-mistakingly break... Your vase. " she finally complete her words.

His expression remains impassive but a flicker of annoyance crosses his face " the vase?" He leans back in his chair , regarding her with a calculating gaze.
" you broke the rare, antique vase I purchased for ten thousand dollars? " Isla nod her head slowly.

His voice drop dangerously low. " do you know how much that vase cost? ... " he pauses waiting for her response. " and do you know what I do with the things that are broken and cannot be fixed? " his icy stare penetrates through her. Isla just looks down biting on her bottom lips nervously. He stands up from chair, his tall fingure looming over her.

" look at me when I'm talking to you. " his voice is cold and commanding. She looks up at him. " as I was saying when something is broken and cannot be fixed, I get rid of it. "

"N-noah... " he silence her with a sharp glare. " you are just like the vase broken and unable to be fixed. I should have known better then to marry you. " his voice was filled with disgust. " now get out of my sight, I've no use for you anymore. " he shout and Isla flinch badly, she quickly turn around and run out of the study into their bedroom.

To be continued...