MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 52

Vicente’s POV

The door swings open just as I am about to leave Kyra’s office in anger.

I have been sitting here for God knows how long.

“Mr. Alberto, sorry to keep you waiting. Your call was impromptu,” she replies as she shuts the door and takes her seat quickly, fishing out a notepad and a pen.

“I am not here for any counseling, Kyra,” I voice out, annoyance etched in my tone.

A tense atmosphere hangs in the air as she glances up at me.

I haven't seen Annette since the day I left her at the hotel and came back home.

I know she is home already because Luca provides me with information every hour.
But it is killing.

It upsets me.

I can't seem to control my anger. The anger I have been feeling myself for telling her how I feel. It makes me feel silly and pathetic.

And I feel so upset with Kyra too.
If she hadn't told me I was in love with Annette, perhaps all of these wouldn't have happened and Ann and I would still act the way we do to each other.

Normal.

Civil.

The moment Kyra told me I was in love with her, just because I was able to get some sleep while sleeping next to her, I thought differently of Ann.

The whole thing has messed with my head.

And nothing seems to help. Not even getting myself busy with work or pretending nothing happened and I am completely fine and back to how I used to be.

I can't even bring myself to pick up her calls. Everything irks me so bad and I found myself jumping into the car and coming here instead of heading home.

I don't go home by this time anymore. It's just 8 pm but I usually stay in the office till it is 12 before heading home.

This is to avoid crossing paths with Ann, even though I am dying to see her.

To talk to her.

To see her laugh like she used to.

“Is everything ok?” She mutters, waving a hand in the air to grab my attention.

“No!” I reply with all honesty. Nothing is okay. Everything has been a mess since I told Ann I liked her. “I never had a problem until you mentioned I like her.”

Confusion settles on her face. “What do you mean?”

I adjust in my seat, loosening my tie and gritting my teeth. As much as I want to keep calm, I can't help but feel the rage bubbling inside of me each minute I think over everything.

Starting from my conversation with Kyra.

“Annette,” I respond, her name sounding so strange in my mouth. I also want to avoid calling her name. Realizing Kyra doesn't know her by name, I complete. “My wife.”

Reality dawns on her. “Oh, what happened?”

“You told me I was in love with her but that isn't true!” My tone is harsh but I can't help it. Kyra must already be used to that.

Whenever I am here, I am so upset with my situation and I am always in a hurry to leave.

But this time, I am going nowhere without getting an answer. An answer to why she told me I was in love with Annette when I wasn't.

This isn't love. It must be something else. I don't feel love. I don't do love. I can't continue to be vulnerable like I currently am.

There has to be a solution.