I looked at him in shock without blinking. Who is this man in front of me, what does he want from me.
"You can't talk to our mothers like that. Have some respect for them." Does he have the nerve to tell me that?
What did he, and everyone else, expect, that I would just listen and do everything as they told me. I will never humble myself enough to please someone who doesn't care about me.
I put my hands on his chest, which surprised him, and I pushed him away from me with all my strength. I slapped him.
"Respect? What kind of respect are you talking about? Do you think that the people who turned their backs on me deserved it? You never, ever mentioned respect to me again, because you all around me don't have it. You don't respect me as a person, you don't respect my wishes, you ruined my life. The day I married you is the end of a happy life for me. You are not and you will never be a person for me." I almost spit on him. I don't know what hit me. It was as if the devil had entered me.
This is not me. I'm scared and I just want to be alone.
Damien just looked at me and didn't say a word. When he's calm, he's not good.
"You are not mature and adult enough to be able to find out and accept some things that are around you, because by your childish behavior, I can see that you are not yet ready to hear what you need to know." Is he talking about the one from the kitchen?
"How do you know that? Maybe I really am." I answered him confidently, without thinking at all.
Am ai stupid to him?
"You're not, because if you were, you wouldn't be behaving the way you are. How old are you when you have to slap me to blow off some steam. That's what spoiled and weak girls do." How dare he tell me that.
"You..." I hate this man.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
How can he be so conceited, as if he is the king of the world.
Can't he see how he looks when he talks like that. He looks like the biggest fool.
"Where did it get stuck? Did you want to tell me something?" He provoked me.
"Just shut up, please. I can't listen to your voice anymore, it makes me sick." I went to the bed to sit down because I don't intend to stand on my feet to listen to his nonsense.
Half a meter before I could reach the bed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.
"You say you're mature?" He asked me. What should that mean now?
"Yes, as you can see." I answered him, standing firmly behind my answer.
I'm not a child.
"Excellent, I'm glad. Then we can use this evening as our first wedding night." Wedding night!?!?? With him?
No way. What does that have to do with whether I'm mature enough?
"You are sick!" I told him.
He let go of my hand and took off his shirt, remaining in his pants.
"What are you doing!? Are you crazy?" I asked him, on the verge of dying on the spot.
"Are you afraid to give in to your husband? Sex is a normal thing, and every normal couple does it, and we haven't enjoyed our bodies yet." I'm going to die now. Now right away.
"You and I are not a normal couple, you and I don't love each other. Forget about sex." I answered him and took a step back, but as always, luck was not on my side.
