The Missing Wife ✓

Chapter Thirteen | What's red and has seven dents in it?

"So where did you learn how to cook?" I asked.

"I used to work in a restaurant, downtown when I was fifteen, it is actually where I met Sophia." I stayed silent wanting him to continue and he didn't. After one hour, Nicholas poured the soup and the spaghetti into separate bowls as he handed me the bowl of soup and spaghetti.

He puts for himself and sits beside me.

"How did you start your company?" I slowly sipped my soup; my eyes widen as the flavours bloom into my mouth. "Oh my god, this is amazing! Nicholas, wow." I whispered as I took a few more sips, Nicholas' lips slowly lift before dropping. Why was he so against smiling?

Just one look into his eyes and I knew he has been through so much.

Once we finished our food, in utter silence, I picked up his dishes and began cleaning them as I handed it to Nicholas who was leaning onto the counter wiping them with a fresh towel. "I started the company when I was seventeen, it did not really go anywhere but I kept my word to myself and continued. You see I was not always living a lavish life. I used to be homeless when I was ten."

Was he really talking to me about his personal life? This is basically improvements in our friendship. I nod my head understandingly, scared if I said anything he would stop.

"Nobody knew who I was, every man that passed me-used to spit on me, kick me or rob me-I should not be talking about this." He whispered putting away the last plate, I stopped him by resting my hand onto his arms.

"Nicholas, I would never judge you. I just want to hear you out, talk to me..." I whispered back; Nicholas' eyes were gazing onto my own.

The sea pebbles were a real match.

But behind his eyes was a past.

A past that was not told to anyone. His eyes travel down to where my hands stayed on his biceps. I apologised pulling away, knowing how he likes his personal space.

But then again, I was not going to force him on talking about something he doesn't want to. So, I smiled and opened the fridge.

"Just know, I'm always here if you want to talk. Other than that, how about a movie and chocolate cake?" Nicholas nods his head; he was about to say something he was interrupted by a ringing phone.

He walks away back to the couch in front of the kitchen as I take out the cake and cut us a few pieces. I look up seeing him shuffle through the pockets in his blazer as he slips out his phone.

He sighs sliding it before pressing it against his ears. "Hernandez." He says firmly.

I pace towards him and put his cake slice onto the table, I shuffle onto the couch comfortably and grab the blanket from underneath the coffee table as I wrap myself in it.

"Yes. Is it important?"

The moment I find a film for us to watch, Nicholas removes the phone and settles it onto the phone from his ears as he looks down.

"I found us a movie and I got you a piece of the- "

"I have to leave." He interrupted, picking up his blazer as he slips it on.

Making sure his buttons were done.

I wouldn't lie when I say that sort of hit me, but why am I surprised? He always puts his business in front of me. I mean, I'm not even his real wife. So why was I upset?

"Oh, okay. Do you want some cake on the way?"

"No, get well soon."

"Are you- " He slams the door closed behind him.

I sigh, grabbing the cake as I use my hands to eat it. I press play onto the movie and sigh once more. How am I already missing him? He was here for more than a few hours, I guess I was happy that we made some sort of improvement.

I grab the shopping bag, the door slams open and I see Lauren walking inside. She notices the cake and screams in happiness as she dives in for the slice that was meant to be for Nicholas. She moans as she bites into it whilst looking at me. "I needed this."

"Texting Nicholas, are we? I mean, you are out of the room so I will not complain." I roll my eyes standing up as I throw a pillow at her.

"So, did you kiss? Make out?"

"No, ewe."

"Why are you lying to yourself, that is a tall, tanned and handsome branch. I would climb him any time and any minute." This woman had no filter.

"Yeah, well just because he is handsome, doesn't mean I have to fuck him."

"Anyways, Mark asked me out on a second date today at work- "I let her talk about how he picked out her favourite flowers and brought them for her. I settle the plate onto the table only to notice Nicholas' phone.

"Great, he left his phone." I whisper.

"So, go give it to him."

"Tomorrow, right now I'm not feeling well. Goodnight Lauren." I take the shopping bag and his phone as I walk inside my bedroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I throw the shopping bag onto the floor and plunged onto my bed before covering my cold body with some more blankets.

I look out the windows, hearing the city noises from my open window.

Why did I miss him so much?

He has a missing wife out there; I am the fake one.

I mean nothing but a contract deal to him.

Sophia is a lucky woman.