Forbidden Fruit: A Dark Mafia Love Triangle Romance

11

I could feel my chest heave upwards and downwards. I tried my best to rectify the situation.

"I wanted to surprise you," I admitted sheepishly.

"What's for dinner?" Bruce asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's me," I said confidently. "I'm the dinner."

Bruce took a step away from me, looking repulsed by the very idea. I could feel my heart leap to my throat. I bit my lip in an attempt to stop tears spilling down my cheeks. I couldn't let Bruce see me upset.

"Stop fucking embarrassing yourself, Sofia," Bruce sneered, rolling his eyes.

"Don't you like it?" I mumbled. "I bought this for you."

I took steps closer to him, trying to touch his arm, but he shrugged me off.

"I mean, it's nice," Bruce shrugged, "but it's not really you, is it?"

I jolted backwards, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I croaked.

"Have you been reading your pathetic erotic novels again?" Bruce snarled.

"What?" I breathed.

"Real life isn't a fucking fairy tale, Sofia," Bruce spat bitterly. "I came home from a long day at work, expecting my wife to have food ready for me. Instead, she's standing butt naked in the kitchen, like sex is the only thing she has to goddamn offer!"

I clapped my hands to my face, mortified. He bickered at me relentlessly, and I could feel my insides twist into knots, as my eyes welled with embarrassment. I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't fucking breathe.

"Judging by how your fucking body looks right now, it's no wonder you never leave me any fucking food," Bruce hissed. "It's clearly all going to your own fucking belly."

This time, I couldn't hold back my sobs. I was so upset, that I could physically feel myself hurting. Each and every one of his words stinging me like a fucking bitch. It was like somebody had shot one million daggers straight in my chest, and was twisting them. My husband was the only man who saw me naked, and called me fat. Making me feel utterly and completely worthless.

"Fucking women!" Bruce shouted, as he watched me bolt out of the room.

I ran to the bathroom, feeling fucking humiliated.

This was the last way that I expected him to fucking react.

I thought that he would appreciate me...

Appreciate the effort I made.

But he just made me feel like fucking shit.