His Unwanted Darling | On Hold

Prologue

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Prologue: Author

Clarissa's POV

It started with an 'I do'.

But I know in the end, it's an 'I don't'.

I woke up early, 4:30 in the morning and started my usual morning rituals. I got up from my bed and head straight to the bathroom and took a shower. After that, I went downstairs and started to make breakfast for my lovely husband. Note the sarcasm.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I love him with all my heart, but does he? No. Even just a little affection, he never showed me one. And he will only talk to me to scold, shout and put all his anger out on me.

As you may think, I probably would have given up on him by now, but surprisingly... I don't.

Why, you may ask?

It's because of love. I love him. Even though it would take the whole world for him to love me back, I still love him unconditionally. Even without the contract. Even if he's not my husband. Even if he doesn't know my existance. I would still love him.

Love is this extreme chemical that goes inside our head then to our brain and then to our heart. It's an extreme feeling. And as they say it, it's life's only valuable emotion.

Love makes us do desperate things. It makes us numb. It makes us wild. And because of love, we are willing to do anything.

But love can also damage us.

In such way as breaking our hearts.

Heartbreak is a common thing for me to feel. The sudden feeling of being stabbed in the heart six thousand times or the shattering of my fragile heart or basically just anyway to break our hearts. Like being run over by a truck or falling off of a really high cliff.

And covering it up with a simple smile is a thing that I've learned to do. I have practiced it many times than I can ever remember that I am an expert of it. Fake smiles.

But when I'm alone. Thousands of tears escapes my eyes. And that's a thing they never notice.

"Goodmorning," I greeted with a simple fake smile. Even though I know he would always ignore me, but for him it's always worth a shot. And just as I expected, he ignored me.

I put his food on a plate and put it in front of him. Then I made him coffee and water. After that I went to my room and cleaned it. Yes, HIS food only. He doesn't want me to join him to eat. He says he looses his appetite when he sees me.

I didn't want to believe it at first. But after those two years of being with him, I learned that he does hate me a lot. As if he already hasn't told me that a million times already.

Once I was done cleaning my room, I cleaned his room, then his office and the rest of the house. And yes, we have seperate rooms. I think you already know why. But we did move in together, which made me sort of happy.

After I was done cleaning, I cooked my lunch which is also my breakfast. He doesn't come home on lunch time, he just eats at his office. I tried cooking for him once and putting it on plastic cointainers for his lunch, and how did that turn out?

He dumped all of it all over me and left.

Some lucky wife I am. Again, note the sarcasm.

I was writing another one of my books 'cause that's my work and I am also one of the most popular authors out there. Although I'd like to stay anonymous and cover my face on meet and greets. I would always wear different wigs and contact lenses and cover my face with glasses, beanies and even change my skin tone just to keep myself anonymous.