MIRA’S POV-
I woke up early to cook for Marco. Even though my body was still hurting from what happened
yesterday, I forced myself to stand up so I could prepare food for him. I organized the table and
took two plates.
It was my daily routine: waking up early to cook for him. Although I wanted to suggest that we
hire a maid so that I would have someone to help me around the house, I chose not to do so,
knowing that he would find something bad about my suggestion.
Undoubtedly, he would say
something along the lines of “You want this, so bear with it.”
Marco never loved me.
After all, it was just an arranged marriage, so I did not expect him to love me. In fact, I was the only one who was happy with this arrangement, which was why I accepted it without
hesitation.
Months passed and he still behaved in the same manner. He was always cold and distant. I did not feel any love or care from Marco. I knew that it was wrong to force yourself on someone
who did not love you, but I was fragile, a soft heart. Even though he hurt me, I still loved him.
I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs so I moved more quickly. Marcos was indeed hot;
he was every girl’s fantasy. Dressed in a suit, he was carrying his briefcase as he passed by.
“M-Marco, come eat first,” I told him with a smile.
“No, thanks,” he replied and started marching his way out of the house.
“Marco, wait.” I stopped him and faced him. I fixed his necktie which was not tied properly,
but he just glared at me.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Go. Outside.” He said, emphasizing every word after I fixed his tie. I just
nodded and watched him as he exited the house. He got inside his car and started it.
***
I didn’t realize that I fell asleep.
I woke up to the repetitive sound of banging on my door. I glanced at the clock to my side. It
was already seven o’clock.
“MIRA!” There was another loud knock on the door.
“Shit, hurry up and open this door! You’re trying my patience!”
I jumped up in panic and rushed to the door.
“
Fuck, Mira! Open this fucking door!”
I trembled as I opened the door to be met a pissed Marco.
“Didn’t I tell you to not go here in my room? Are you trying to anger me, Mira?” His eyes
pierced me like daggers.
“S-Sorry, I just cleaned your room.” I looked down, holding back tears.
“Fuck you. Next time don’t enter my room. Now leave!” He said angrily.
I hurried out of the room before he could hurt me again.
I prepared dinner. Once I was finished cooking, I headed upstairs to Marco’s room. I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice.
“Fuck, stop getting on my nerves, James. I’m not in the mood today.”
“Shit, I don’t care. I’m tired, so will you stop pestering me? You guys can go to the bar
without me.”
“Fuck, fine. I’m coming.”
I was about to open the door but he beat me to it. Marco was standing there, still wearing his
suit.
“What? Get out of the way; you’re blocking me. Stop feeling like a queen.” He said, his voice
laced with annoyance. He bumped my shoulder as he walked by and went downstairs.
“Marco, where are you going?” I found the courage to ask.
I’m tired… Marco, please stay… I wanted to say aloud but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. After
all, who was I to ask for such a thing?
“Bar,” he answered simply and kept walking.
“Who will you be with?”
Gonna sleep with other women again, Marco?
“Shit, can you stop asking me questions? It’s irritating. You’re just a wife.” After saying this,
he got in the car and started the engine.
I sat down slowly.
Yeah, right. I’m just a wife heh. Damn this life.
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