Sealed With A Vow

Chapter 10- Breaking Point

"Why can't you?", I demanded, letting out a sneeze afterwards.

Did he not see how sick I was? I swore, Derek Weston had a heart as cold as ice.

"Um, I'm kind of busy right now. Can't you tell?"

And with that, he directed his attention back to his laptop. I groaned in frustration and went to grab the mop as I mumbled a million curse words to Derek.

I wondered if he treated his workers the way he treated me?

Probably not. Because if he did, I was pretty sure they'd kicked his ass out a long time ago.

Fifteen minutes later, I was back in bed with a new box of tissues and several bottles of water on my nightstand. I'd taken Tylenol for my fever, and Derek had told me that I had to eat something or else I'd get liver damage.

But to be honest, my life just didn't matter to me anymore. As long as I was brought closer to my dad and Nick, I couldn't care less what was happening to my body. Anything that'd get me away from my husband, I would welcome with open arms.

At that moment, I realized that I was falling into a deep depression, and it was all because of this stupid marriage. I was at my most fragile state- one push and I would break into a million pieces.

The last time I had ever felt like this was when my father had passed away. I'd already found out about my arranged marriage to Derek, and that night, I had almost thought about taking my own life.

But then, I had grown furious at myself for even thinking that way. Several questions had popped into my head including, 'How could I be so selfish?' and 'Did I not remember that I had a mother and brother that loved me?'

And right now, those were the same questions that I was asking myself as I lay in bed sick. I had to be strong and take care of myself, because if something were to happen to me, the people I loved most would get hurt, and I didn't want that.

I fell asleep for a couple of hours and when I woke up, I noticed a bowl of soup sitting on my nightstand along with some Tylenol. Derek must've left them there.

The soup had gotten cold and was obviously condensed because he didn't know how to cook, but the fact that he had actually thought of me was what brightened my mood.

Or, it could've been his way of apologizing for the things he'd said last night. I had no idea, but all that mattered to me right now was how hungry I was.

***

The past week had been an absolute nightmare for me. First of all, Derek had invited a bunch of his friends over to watch the Dodgers' baseball game on Sunday night, and they'd gotten drunk, passing out on the couches and floor.

The following morning, Derek had ended up taking a day off from work because he'd had a major hangover from the previous night and lay in bed all afternoon. So guess who had to clean up the entire mess in the family room? Me, even though I was still terribly sick.

On Thursday, I had to go to the doctor's because my fever had been getting worse. They discovered that I had caught strep throat. So, I was given antibiotics and encouraged to get plenty of rest. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

Derek had come home at ten that night, and he told me to bake a giant chocolate mousse cake for the banquet at his workplace that was to be held the following day.

I had asked him why he couldn't just buy one because for god's sake, the last thing I needed to do was bake a cake at ten o'clock. But Derek had said that he'd wanted it to be homemade, and mine was especially good.