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Chapter Seven - The honeymoon [edited]

August 2015

Melanie's POV

"You realize this is my house right?" I yell at a fuming Alexander.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" He yells back standing from the office chair so fast it falls over.

"That you have no right to be here, I can kick you the hell out whenever I want." I yell back.

For the past week, Alex and I have gotten into the same argument. It always starts with asking questions, then him not giving me answers, and then me kicking him out, and so on and so forth.

"Oh really, I'd like to see you fucking try." He rounds the desk and leans at the front, then has the audacity to laugh in my face.

"Malek!" I yell and in no time he arrives in the office. "I want him out!" I grimace at Alex, who only smirks in return.

"I can't do that.." My eyes dart to Malek who only gives me a sorry look.

"What do you mean, you can't do that." I snarl, talking with my hands.

"Technically, Mr. Chamberlain has more of a right to be on this property than you do."

I straighten up, completely shocked.

Excuse me?!

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Sorry sweetheart, he's right." Alex says, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

"I-" I cut myself off and give up, storming out of the office."

I trudge my way to my bedroom and falls into the middle without grace or care.

What has my life become? All I do is argue with a man I'm forced to be married to, and think about how much I can't stand him. If this was how my marriage was going to continue, I need to start looking into a divorce attorney immediately.

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Upon waking up I heard a loud shattering sound coming from the second floor. I would have told Alexander to go check out the sound but he just so happened to not be in bed.

A loud bang came from the same general area as the previous sound had and that was when my feet were on the ground and walking out of my bedroom. While wrapping my robe around myself, I took quick, quiet steps to and down the staircase, soon realizing that the alarming noises were coming from the dimly lit office.

I crept to the door slowly and tried not to gasp too loudly when a crash sounded from the room. I quickened my pace immensely and burst into the room to see Alexander leaning on his desk, his heaving back facing me.

"Alexander?" I whispered hoarsely walking to him, placing a timid hand on his shaking shoulder. He tensed slightly before relaxing into my touch, he then turned to face me with red eyes. His face was red and drooping as if the weight of a hundred worlds rested upon its surface. His eyes made it evident that he had been crying, and seeing as though the room was in terrible condition and his knuckles were bleeding, he had obviously gone into a raging fit. Yet, before I could speak another word, he broke down crying and I quickly embraced him and suddenly all of his weight was being supported by me.

I don't know how long we stood there until he began to sputter nearly incoherent words. I couldn't make out much other than certain phrases such as, "It's all my fault" and "I was drunk" but that's all I had to hear to know what he was talking about. I let out a sympathetic sigh before pushing back slightly to make eye contact with him.