Love Found In the Contract

CHAPTER FIVE 🦋

Week Three :

🐇's P.O.V.

I walk in the office for the first time since I got married. As I walk to my office I see all eyes lock on the shiny wedding band on my finger. I try to ignore it but it's hard. Before their eyes were filled with lust when they locked eyes with me but now it's filled with shame. Shame for what I am not sure. 

In these three weeks, many things have changed, changes that made it more clear that I was no longer a single man. My closet is now twice the size that it was before but it is now divided between his and my clothes. Now there were two plates at the dinner table and two sets of mail, one in Korean and the other in English. 

Now when I go out people not only ask about my wellbeing but also of my husband. I receive presents for my husband and me to use together. I receive matching outfits and more stuff. 

My bed now has another sleeping body, a body that is always dressed in a suit. He wears a suit for everything, even when he goes on runs. It's strange. I look at him and wonder why would he punish himself that way. He never leaves the house yet he is always well dressed as if at any moment he will attend a gala. 

Our first night sleeping in the same bed, I was wearing basketball shorts and a black t-shirt. I was getting comfortable on the left side of the bed when he exited the bathroom in a silk suit. I thought he was going to head our but he surprised me when he climbed the bed and fell at sleep in a straight face-up position. 

In that night I didn't sleep at all. I watched how he didn't move an inch and when the sunrays pecked through the curtains, he opens his soft brown eyes and got up and began his morning. It was like watching a robot or something. It was creepy. It was, is concerning. 

Watching him made me realize that our upbringings were very different from one another. He was like a robot with a schedule that needed to be followed or he will have a meltdown, and I was miserable but at least still able to be spontaneous if I desire to be so. 

It was sad. 

it's sad. 

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Week three married to an American boy. He has yet to bring a mistress home but it will not surprise me if he were to bring one in the following days. 

In these three weeks, I have noticed that he is very different than the person that he pretends to be.  In the first week, I thought that he was full of himself and adored all the attention that he obtained due to his looks but as the days continued he is not like that at all. He is the complete opposite. He prefers sweaters and sweat pants over suits. A day in the couch eating junk food and playing video games rather than go to the office and attend fancy parties. 

He is just a very chill person. He wears basketball shorts and a shirt to sleep, but I think that he does that so he won't make me uncomfortable. I think that he prefers to sleep in his birthday suit. 

Another thing that I have noticed is that he does not know how to cook or clean. He is very organized but he tends to make a mess when doing something. Once he makes a mess that will take a long time to clean up he just walks away, leaving the mess for the housekeeper to deal with. Like last night he decided to make steak, he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and all the utensils. He looked very professional and good looking may I add, but once things began getting harder, like actually making the meat taste good he gave up.  He left his mess and went to sleep.  

After he had gone to bed, I cleaned up his mess, and even fixed his meal. The only thing he needed was salt and pepper. He tends to give up easily. 

Week four 

It's been four weeks since we got married and things are still the same. We eat breakfast together but after that, we don't see one another until breakfast time the next day.

Breakfast with him is quiet and fast. He doesn't make an effort to make conversation, and now so do I. 

In the first week, I tried to ask him about his day, or hobbies or if he wanted to go see a movie with me but he would I either say no or not bother to answer. At first, his silence would annoy me but now I find comfort in it. 

His silence is comfortable and peaceful. He doesn't answer because he wants to be rude but because he doesn't know how to answer, or at least that's what I have been convincing myself. 

Walking downstairs to eat breakfast, I am greeted with an empty table. 

"Park" Mark says as he stands up from his couch. 

"Tuan"

I glance around him to find a suitcase. 

"Park, I think its time that we have a seat and chat about this arrangement."

Walking past him, I grab a cup of ice water before sitting across from him in the white wooden table. 

 "What do you wish to discuss, Tuan?"

"Park, it has been four weeks since the ceremony and I have to terms that we cannot continue to sleep in the same bed nor the same room."

"What do you suggest?"

"I  believe that  one of us should move into the service room"

My heart gave a painful beat, but I repressed it, "I'll move my stuff by the end of the day" 

"No... I---"

"If you excuse me, I have a special errand that must be done immediately" 

I don't know why I thought we were going to live comfortably with each other. 

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