Chapter 16: Relax

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Few months later...

The whole cancer situation had made me realize that life was too short and I shouldn't just sit around.

Recently I had started college, no it wasn't for law school like I originally planned, but it was still something I could see myself enjoying.

I feel like teaching little kids will always be rewarding, so that's what I chose to do.

Of course Marciello wasn't happy about it, he wanted me to just stay at home. So long story short he said he didn't support my decision, so he wouldn't pay for my college fees.

And being the new and improved independent Belle that I am I went out and got a job.

I had just gotten off work, I worked at Hollister, and now I was headed home.

I got in my car and made it home in like 45 minutes due to the traffic.

I was so tired.

"Did you enjoy work," Marciello asked as I came in.

"Yeah it was great," I said as I sat my bag on the table.

"Well things here weren't great. There was no one to take care of the kids and no one to cook. I need to work and the kids and I need something to eat," Marciello bitched.

"Hire a babysitter and get that chef back in here," I said.

"That cost money Belle," Marciello said.

"Okay it's not like your poor, you can afford it," I said.

''I can, but I refuse to pay for services that can be done by my wife. Do you also want me to pay for sex? You haven't been giving anything up,'' Marciello said.

"I have been tired. You can keep it in your pants and you can take care of the kids. You know that you can do all of your work from home so stop bitching. I'm tired and I'm ready to go to sleep," I said as started walking up the stairs.

"Well I'm not coming up for bed," Marciello said.

I shrugged. If he wanted to sleep on the couch he could.

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In the morning I woke up and took a shower. After that I did the rest of my hygiene routine then I got dressed.

At first it was hard shopping for clothes because I had a new body

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At first it was hard shopping for clothes because I had a new body. Gone were the curves that I grew accustomed to, I mean I went from a d cup to a b cup and from a size 9/10 in pants to a size 2. Thankfully I still managed to have a little ass, but not much.

It was hard getting used to it, but I was starting to accept it. I was still trying to gain weight though, I just felt like I was too skinny.

I slipped on my boots and then I went downstairs and got my bag.

"Where are you going?", Marciello asked.

"To work and then after that I have school as usual," I said.

"Belle, please stop this. I don't even understand why you need to work or do any of this other shit. I can provide for you," Marciello said.

"We've had this discussion before I just need something to do. I enjoy going to work and college. It's a great opportunity to get out of the house and meet new people. Besides I've always wanted to do this and I'm still young Marciello there are some things I want to experience," I said.

"Like what?", he asked.

"Like some of the things you experienced when you went to college. I just want to have a little fun while bettering myself at the same time. Now I will see you later, I have to go to work," I said as I left out the house.

I got in my car and drove to the mall. I loved my job the people I worked with were so nice and chill.

When I arrived at the mall I immediately went to work and checked in.

"Hey," one of my co-workers Jay said.

"Hey,", I said as I started helping him hang up the clothes.

"When you gonna give me your number?", he asked.

"I told you already that I'm married," I said.

"So? We could just hang out, it doesn't have to be like that," he said.

"I don't think my husband would like that," I said.

"He could come along too," Jay said.

I sighed, this boy never gives up.

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What do you think? Do you agree with Belle's views or Marciello's?

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