A Forgiving Wife

#Forgive 1

"I wish that i could wake up with amnesia
and forget about the stupid little things
..Cause Im not fine at all"

Amethyst POV

I lay in my room just staring at the ceiling. "Guess he's not coming tonight again" I whispered as a low sad chuckle escaped my lips. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Good evening Ma'am" Mrs. Potty our head maid greeted in enthusiasm upon seeing me.

I laughed at the excitement in her voice "I see you had a lovely evening Mrs Potty. Do you mind making some tea?"

"Of course Ma'am" The old cheerful maid bowed slightly and went off. Sometimes I even wish I could be as positive and enthusiastic as her. Deciding to breath a little fresh air, I headed out to the garden where I can admire different sets of plants and flowers. Memories started swarming my mind till tears welled up in my eyes

'No I cant be weak now' angrily wiping the tears I sat at the nearest table while still admiring my surroundings. It was later in the evening when I decided to retire I headed upstairs and laid in our silk sheets... It's times like this that I feel extra lonely when all I could do was think

*Flashback

It was afternoon and I was in my room perched on the couch reading a book when a knock echoed in the silence of the room "Come in"

As I glanced up from the book I'm reading I saw the black locks of our maid and warm brown eyes peeking from my bedroom door "Miss? You're father requests your presence in his study" I sighed and got up from the comfortable couch 'well that's unusual' I thought with a confused look directed to my maid.

"What do you think he wants?" I asked suspiciously to my equally confused maid. One thing you should well... My father hates me. Yup you heard it right and asking me to see him is as unusual as pigs flying.

Nevertheless I found myself walking slowly in the corridors towards his study. When I was facing the oak doors I hesitated but knocked three times in case.. Inhaling much air needed I pushed open the door and walked towards one of the couches.. At least I'm here I might as well get comfortable right? But even my sarcasm couldn't make me feel better about being called by my father " father, you called"? I spoke in a low but clear voice

"Amethyst we have something to discuss" he said in a stern voice. Uh oh! This is not good! I thought nervously and fidgeted in the couch as a sign of discomfort

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked nervously. I couldn't remember doing something at least not this week.
"You will be engaged by one of my business associates son by the end of the month"

What the hell!

-----

Short chapter haha Enjoy! Click the STAR for more updates :*

Love,
MrsYou <3