Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 3

Two days gone, three hundred and sixty four days to go.

I ticked it on my calendar. Three hundred and sixty four days till my divorce.

I could do it. I could. It didn't help that the next year was a leap year. Like why on earth did 2024 have to be a leap year?

I sighed, falling on my bed. Why had I accepted his offer for a year? An entire year? Could I really hold?

Well, it wasn't like anything terrible was happening to me in this house. It just never felt like home. Never.

I missed living in Louisiana with my parents. It felt like home.

I wished I hadn't broken up with Cole all because of him.

Cole Orgen was my ex. We weren't anything serious, just a few kisses, but he was a nice and sweet guy.

I recalled how hurt he'd been when I told him I wanted things to end. He'd asked me why, but I didn't tell him.

He left that day and that was the last time I ever heard a thing from him.

I wondered how he'd have felt when he found out I'd gotten married to Henry and that it was the main reason I'd broken off our not so strong relationship.

My ringtone startled me, my facial expression etching in a frown. I reached for the phone where it lay on the bed beside me.

The frown transformed into a smile when I realized it was Charlotte calling.

“Hey,” I said as soon as I answered the call, placing it on speaker.

“Hey sweetheart,” that bubbly tone she always possessed, “how're things going for you hon?”

“Well, physically, I'm sane, but if you're talking about mentally, then I need to get out of this nice prison yard I'm supposed to call my house.”

She chuckled, “prison yard,” another chuckle, “have you seen the rumors?”

“Rumors?” Ever since I'd been announced as Henry's fiancee, there had been billions of rumors about me.

Some were true. Some were totally false, I always wondered where they got their information from.

“What is it about this time?” I asked in an uninterested tone which was exactly how I felt.

She snickered, “it's true this time, but I'm surprised how they know it.”

“What?”

“That your marriage with prince charming is nothing close to being like every other marriage.”

“How do they know that?” Our marriage was something that'd been covered up from the media as Henry had said it could affect his bla bla bla status.

“I don't know.” I could see her shrugging, and probably applying makeup.

I sighed, “this marriage is tiring.” I mean, marriage is supposed to be a sweet thing, how did it end up being so frustrating?

“Oh hon,” her voice was distant from the phone, she was probably searching her closet for something to wear, “how about you come and we can have a single girls day with Caley.”

I chuckled, “but I'm not single.”

“Well, we'll imagine you're single.” She sounded like it was something that easy.

“Thanks, I'll be there.”

“See you then.”

Before I hung up, I heard Caley shout from a distance about something related to the door or something.

I jumped to my feet. Thanks to Charlotte, I had somewhere to go rather than stay in this depressing house.

Maybe I needed to find a job to keep myself busy.

I rushed to the bathroom where I took my bath and brushed my teeth, then hurried out wrapped in a white towel.

I scurried to my closet, opening it and after a short search, I retrieved a flare black knee length gown.

Throwing the towel off my body, I put on my black knickers and bra then the gown.

I did a quick scan of myself on the huge mirror by the closet door. My hair was in a mess which was expected as I'd just woken and I hadn't washed it.

I went to the dressing mirror. Was there a need to apply any makeup to my face? Nah, I was just having a girl's day and nothing more.

I picked up my brush, giving my hair a nice brush, before packing it to the back.

I changed from the bunny slippers to a black slippers, then left the room.

When I first moved in, it was a hassle to find my way around the huge mansion, but as time went by, I was able to succeed in that.

It didn't take long till I reached the parlor.

I was certainly surprised when I sighted Henry sitting on one of the couches with a pillow on his lap and a Henros laptop on the pillow which he typed on.

Why was he here? When was the last time I saw him home without heading to work?

I was truly surprised, because he rarely ever stayed home so seeing him home was unexpected.

And he was dressed casually at that, which meant he was probably not heading to work today.

I decided it'd be best to ignore him and head my way.

I started towards the door. No use trying to talk to him when he'd obviously not acknowledge my presence.

“Where are you going?” His voice made me come to a halt when I was just a few steps away from the door.

I furrowed my brows, turning to him. “Why do you care to know?”

I didn't mean to sound so rude, I just wanted to know why he'd want to know where I was heading when he'd never actually cared to acknowledge my presence ever.

He seemed surprised by my tone because he stopped typing on the laptop, turning only his upper body to see me.

“I mean, why do you ask where I'm going?” I quickly corrected in a less rude tone.

He turned back to his typing. “Do you have to be somewhere important because I want to tell you something?”

Charlotte's place wasn't that important, and I was eager to know what important thing he had to say that made him actually start a conversation with me on his own will.

And probably stopped him from going to work. What could it be?

“Not really,” I took slow steps towards where he was, unsure if that was the right thing to do.

Stopping at a very comfortable gap between us both, I stared at him though he didn't raise his head from the laptop.

“What do you want to say?” I asked, a lot of interest placed in what he had to say.

“We're going somewhere together next week.”

“Huh?” That wasn't what I'd expected to hear. We hadn't gone out together in a year already.

What?