Marriage Without Love (Completed)

Chapter 13

Media : Count on me by Bruno Mars

"Shit!" I groaned due to headache while making breakfast.

It's almost done & I am ready to head out to work with my food packed. I have prepared it for Will & Mark too but I really don't want to face them right now. Though opening up helped me, it still hurts. Yeah I remember everything that happened while I was drunk. It's all blurry memory though. It still hurts but I am okay though. I knew what I was getting into when I did what I did. Getting your love someone else ought to hurt.

"Arghhh...it hurts like hell!" I groaned, frustrated.

"Take a damn paracetamol girl. You ought to have a hangover with the amount of booze you had yesterday." Will said as he stepped into kitchen. Strange, he never wakes up this early.

"Sorry I woke you up. I didn't realise I was that loud." I apologized as I saw him rummaging through a cupboard in the kitchen. Finally finding a box, he opened it to get the paracetamol tablet.

"Hey, don't bother. It will go away. By the way, you should never take paracetamol for hangover pains. It will damage your liver." I said as I packed my breakfast in tiffin in hurry, without looking at him.

I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I am not ready to face him after yesterday stunt I pulled off so elegantly. Though he is acting like nothing happened, I am still affected.

The scene where he punches the wall in rage flashes into my mind.

I wince internally and a wish to calm my mind fills my head, urging me to get the hell out of this place right this instant.

"Snow, i-" I hear Will say but I am already out of the house, into my car as I head off to the clinic.

I check my mobile first time after yesterday, sitting in my clinic chair comfortably. I arrived early so I am free for at least 1 hour.

Hey, are you alright?
12:28 a.m.

At least reply you idiot.
12:30 a.m.

I am getting worried.
12:33 a.m.

Come on. Don't ignore just because I left. I could not say no to him. He is your husband & he was damn pissed at me. It wasn't my fault.
12:40 a.m.

Hey. Okay. I am sorry.
12:45 a.m.

Sorry. Plz reply.
12:46 a.m.

I am getting real worried now. What happened?
12:47 a.m.

Don't wanna reply? Okay then, go die in the corner all alone.
12:49 a.m.

Colddddd, don't be so cold? I will stand for you next time, okay? You know you can count on me, right?
12:56 a.m.

Do you want me to have wrinkles with the amount of worry you are giving me?
12:59 a.m.

And so on. Clarke's (contact saved as Superman) messages are flooding my inbox. In the last one, he finally understood that I might be asleep so not deciding to disturb me anymore, he said goodnight. I am so lucky to have a friend like that. My heart fills up with warmth.

I am doing great. Don't worry. I will call you whenever I get time. On work now.
Love you lots. Thanks for yesterday. I had a good time talking things with you.

I texted him to relieve him, feeling a lot better that he cares. My mood was lifted up & I felt like I could face Will again.

I knew this could happen. I am just his friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. So I am going to help him without expecting anything in order to get less hurt myself. Gotta look out for myself too. I chuckled a little.