A Z A L E A

Chapter 4

AZALEA

I had trouble opening my eyes the next morning, it seems to be so heavy.

As I walked towards the bathroom inside the room I slept in, I tried to remember my episode last night.

Was I too harsh?

I mean, Rosalie did say that he has a lot going on in his mind.

No! You did the right thing! How can he even do that to you! You're his wife!

But he was busy,  and tired..

You're his wife! He should always have time for you!

My internal battle ended the moment I came face to face with myself in the bathroom mirror.

My eyes were bloodshot swollen from all the crying I did last night, I guess I cried myself to bed.

No! He deserved it!  I thought to myself, making up my decision.

If he truly is my husband that means he cares for me,  and what he did last night, how he acted, that is not in any way caring!

Not at all!

I splashed water in my face to wake myself up before drying it with a clean cloth.

As much as I wanted to lock myself up in this room, I can't.

First and foremost, my clothes are in our room.

Second, I need to eat cause I am starving.

And thirdly, wait, there is no third reason.

I steadied my breathing before pulling the door open only to be greeted with the person I least wanted to see.

Luca Moretti.

He was wearing a white dress shirt and some pants, his hand is in a fist in the air like he was about to knock before I opened the door, his eyes wide not expecting me to swing it open before he even makes his presence known.

I stared up at him, a little irritated with our height difference.

He awkwardly brought his arm that was up in the air to his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Breakfast is ready," he avoided my gaze, looking anywhere but me.

I nodded once and walked past him not bothering to look back.

If not giving a damn is his idea of being husband and wife then I'll respect that.

I stopped in front of the master's door and opened it.

"Where are you—"

"I'm going to change, I wasn't able to change last night due to some... occurrence," I stated without looking back at him .

"Go on, I'll follow suit," I said before shutting the door close.

I changed into a fresher set of clothes,  a yellow sun dress that reached just above my knees, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and wore slippers; yes, slippers! I couldn't care less if he wants to dress formally at the house, yeah no! I'm wearing comfy, weather he approves or not.

As I entered the dinning, I saw him already there seated at his throne with a cup of black coffee in hand.

I didn't bother saying anything as I took my seat as far away from him as possible and when I say as far away I meant the other side of the table where there is over 20 chairs between us.