Chapter 2

• Ivy Hughes
• The sounds of the bustles in the kitchen made me open my eyes weakly. I tried to sit up, but a heavy headache sent me back.
• I had cried until midnight, it would be impossible to wake up hale and hearty.
• It was a habit to always keep a jug of water and a cup beside the bed. Fortunately, it was helpful. I poured myself a glass of water and emptied it in three chugs. I must have paid no attention to my thirst yesterday.
• "Ivy, are you awake?"
• Kayla shouted. I could hear footsteps coming closer to my bedroom. I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. I don't want her to see my swollen face.
• "Are you in the bathroom?"
• She asked when she didn't meet me in the room.
• "Hmm... yeah. I will join you after having a quick bath,"
• There was a brief silence and she left the room afterward. I sighed after hearing the bang of the door.
• My face was all swollen in the mirror. I must have really lost it yesterday.
• "Yesterday... yeah... yesterday... Who was the man from yesterday? He was so calm and he got married to me without asking me any questions," I mentally asked and shrugged the thoughts away.
• He was gone and I will pretend nothing happened between us.
• I had a quick bath and walked into the bedroom, creamed my body, and got into a baggy, short dress.
• "I thought you were trying to hide from me,"
• Kayla spoke up as soon as I stepped out of my room. She dished the breakfast and pushed it in front of me.
• I chuckled and had a bit of the sandwich. "You know I can't do that,"
• "I know. I just want to see you try hard," She chuckled.
• "How are you, Ivy?" She asked, putting her food aside and looking so serious. I knew the moment I had been running from is here. How can I forget Kayla wasn't the type who give up so easily?
• "Erm... I... can we not talk about this?"
• My voice was getting shaky and I couldn't dare to look at her. I might burst into tears again, which I don't want to do.
• "How long do you want to keep running away from the truth, Ivy? We can't......,"
• A knock on the door stopped her. I breathed a sigh of relief and mentally thanked whosoever was at the door. That person is a lifesaver. She glanced at me and threw me a questioning look, I shrugged my shoulders instead, I wasn't expecting any visitor.
• "I will quickly take the door,"
• She stood up and ran to the door. I lifted the cup of coffee and took a sip. I felt my nerves relaxing. Kayla doesn't know her coffee does wonders to the body.
• It was past few seconds and there was no sound from Kayla. I turned my head to look at her and I found her, standing and holding the door handle. Her body was frozen like she had seen some ghost.
• "Hey, girl! Why are you so quiet like a ghost is at the door?" I asked with a chuckle.
• "This would have been better if he is a ghost,"
• She replied absentmindedly. Her eyes were still fixed on whatever she had seen. I got up and moved to the door.
• My heart skipped out of fear and my eyes almost removed out of the socket.
• The man smiled brightly. I swear this man in front of me had the cutest smile I have ever seen, his eyes could testify because it seems he was also smiling with his eyes.
• "I was so eager to see my new bride but it seems she doesn't want to see me,"
• He uttered, jolting us out of our shocked state.
• "Ah! Sor... What ar... Pl... Please come in,"
• Words were finding it hard to be formed. I moved aside and pointed at a couch as a gesture for him to have his seat. My head was lowered and my eyes were staring at nothing. The situation was awkward and dumbfounding.
• "I will be in my room. Let me know if he tries nonsense with you," Kayla asserted, putting her hands on her ears as a signal. She took a last glance at him and left us alone in the living room.
• The man chuckled lowly and said, "Your sister sounds like a gangster,"
• "Don't call my sister a gangster," I retorted, raising my head and my eyes met with his as soon as I did that.
• I quickly lowered my head and mumbled a question, "Why are you here?"
• "Is that supposed to be a question?" He asked but I was mute.
• "Okay, I am here to see my wife. I miss my wife even if she doesn't miss me,"
• My head was raised and lowered almost immediately at his statement.
• I shut my eyes tightly and slowly raised my head. I summoned courage and opened my eyes unhurriedly.
• I almost bowed my head with the way his eyes were pricking into mine but I controlled myself.
• "Mr. .....," I emphasized it, waiting for him to tell me his name but he wasn't flinching. He was not ready to let me know his name.
• "Mr., I really appreciate the fact that you saved me from getting embarrassed yesterday and I wouldn't dare take it for granted. I had to do what I did yesterday because I wasn't thinking straight and we can't even be called a couple,"
• I explained gently, trying to make him see my point of view.
• "Why do you say so? We were made husband and wife. We exchanged vows in front of 200+ citizens and front of God. We have been blessed by God and the priest,"
• "Sir, you are getting this whole thing wrong. Yes, we had a church wedding but it was only a facade. It wasn't real. I don't even know you and you don't know me too,"
• I uttered, already getting annoyed by his stubborn attitude. He is a clown for taking what happened yesterday at the church so seriously. He is an adult and old enough to know I only got married to him because of the betrayal.
• "Oh! You think you don't know me but you do. Everybody knows me and I am sure you will be so glad you got married to me if you found out about my identity," He bragged.
• My brows creased at his statement. I was confused even though I paid little attention to it.
• "I don't think there is anything we need to talk about again. I hope you will leave a broken woman like me alone and let me go. Please, pretend as if nothing happened between us. Thanks for your understanding,"
• At this statement, I stood up and wanted to go and open the door for him. He held my wrist, I missed my steps as I wasn't expecting the action from him and was about to fall. He pulled me to himself and I fell on his lap. My ass pressed against his already hard dick and my face became flushed. I lowered my head, embarrassingly.
• "I wish this never ends," His cold voice echoed in my ears. I was jerked out of my dirty thoughts. I got up from his lap snappily and rushed to the door.
• I was about to turn after opening the door when the door slammed unexpectedly. I almost jumped out of fright.
• I turned my head and saw him behind me, I got frightened and faced him properly, resting my back on the door.
• "Wh...wh...what are you do... d... doing?"
• My heart skipped at every step he took. He finally halted, leaving no more than a half inch between us. We were so close that I could feel his hot breath. And my heart was racing shamelessly at the scent he was emitting. I prayed mentally that he doesn't move closer so he would not hear my heartbeats.
• Our faces were so close and any movement from him was going to make his lips press against mine. I shut my eyes, terrified of the dirty thoughts in his head.
• A few seconds passed but there was no movement, I opened my eyes slowly and he laughed.
• "Hey! So sad I have to disappoint my wife. I am not here to do what you crave. Maybe I might consider you when you move home," He mumbled, Still giggling
• I bit my lips and bowed my head, shamefully.
• "I wasn't craving anything," I retorted with a tone mixed with disappointment.
• "I know right, your voice says it all," He teased
• "Stay safe and be good, my love. Husband has to go and work for you,"
• He patted my head lovingly and I felt my body getting calm. How can my body be this shameless because of this man?
• I moved away from him but he laughed. He opened the door, gave me a wink, and walked out. I fell to the closest couch immediately after I heard the slamming of the door. I didn't know how many minutes or seconds I had been holding my breath but I found myself trying to catch up with my breaths. I hope he never comes back.