The Man She Married

06.

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Hear Me Out

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After turning off the shower, Yelena steps out and grabs a towel to wrap around herself. When she woke up this morning, she was still in her dress from last night. She cried herself to sleep and didn't really care to get up to tend to her hygiene. Leaving out the master bathroom, she looks at the room that's destroyed. They're clothes everywhere and Yelena was responsible for it. After cleaning up, she dries off and moisturizes her skin. She dresses in a silk dress and has a seat at the vanity. Starting in the mirror, she examines herself. Sighing, she grabs her curl activator and comb. Satisfied with her curls and bangs, she takes her gold necklace with the pearl and places it on. She looked good on the outside, but on the inside she felt torn. Stepping her feet in her fur slides, she exits the room and heads to the kitchen. It's twelve in the afternoon and she could go for some brunch. Antrell stands at the counter, watching his wife enter. While cutting the strawberries, he couldn't help but to stare as she ignored his presence. Yelena opens the fridge and scans for nothing in particular. Antrell wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. Mentally rolling her eyes, she closes the fridge and heads to the counter with Antrell still attached to her.

"You're finally up." He says, pulling back.

"I can't sleep all day." She mumbles, grabbing a fresh strawberry to eat. Antrell could sense that she didn't want to be bothered by him. Although, it wasn't going to stop him from talking to her.

"I um, I'm making breakfast if you want any." He says.

"I think I'm going to go out to eat." She says, stepping out of his grip around the counter.

"Yelena wait." He calls out, stopping her in her tracks. She exhales and crosses her arms across her chest. She didn't want to be hear it, but she knew walking away wouldn't solve anything. Yelena hates that she's so understanding. Other women would of probably left or kicked their husband out. They wouldn't even care to hear the excuses. She wanted to know the reason of why he did this. She deserved that much.

"Why should I? You're not going to do shit but lie to me again."

"No I'm not. Come on, have a seat."

"I don't want to sit down. I'm fine standing." Yelena keeps her back towards him as Antrell stands about ten feet back.

"I know I hurt you and I wish I could take it back." He says.

"You should of never started it." She says.

"You know I love you." Shaking her head, she rolls her eyes annoyed.

"You don't hurt people you love Antrell. You slept with someone else without even a second thought. If you love me, you wouldn't of even entertained the bitch." Yelena argues, turning around towards him. Antrell sits on the stool while leaning up against the counter.

"I didn't know how'd you react." He mumbles.

"What are you talking about?" She questions annoyed. He exhales and licks his lips. He didn't know how to put it in words without upsetting her further.

"Sometimes I want just you and sometimes I want you plus some." He says. Yelena jolts her head back and frowns.

"What?" She nears the counter and places her hands on top of the gradient. She heard him, but he needed to make things more clearer.

"I'm saying that we should spice our marriage up Yelena. We've been together six years and I love you dearly, however I just feel like we need a little something extra." He says. Tilting her head, she squints her eyes a little.