Walls of Secrets and Shattered Trust

He overlooked my query, pushing past me. “Go to the room like I said,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

I followed him down the hallway, decided to get some answers. “Ethan, please, simply inform me. Was the incident planned? Do you observe a person setting this up?”

He stopped all of a sudden and started to face me, his expression tough. “I advised you to go to the room,” he stated, his voice dangerously calm.

“But Ethan—”

“No buts,” he snapped, slicing me off. “You need to do as I say. Now.”

His words stung, but I could see the worry in his eyes, the worry that something bigger was about to happen. Reluctantly, I nodded and made my way to the room he had indicated in advance. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder who would need to harm his father and why Ethan was so adamant about keeping it a mystery.

In the room, I sat on the threshold of the mattress, my thoughts racing with opportunities. Ethan’s behavior turned to an increasing suspicion, and I couldn’t shake the sensation that he was hiding something. I decided that I would find out the reality, irrespective of what it took.

A couple of minutes later, Ethan got into the room, his expression softer but nevertheless guarded. He closed the door from behind and leaned in the direction of it, his eyes not on mine.

“Ethan, we need to talk,” I stated, my voice steady in spite of the turmoil inside me.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “What now?”

I took a deep breath. “Your behavior nowadays makes me worry. You’re hiding some truth, and I want to know what it is.”

He looked at me, his eyes hardening. “You need to think about your corporation. Whenever I allow you to understand how to do something, in reality do it. You’ve been doing too much these days, and I don’t need you to use the reality that we’re married to revel in like you may just do something you need.”

I have become taken aback by means of his harsh terms. “Ethan, it hasn’t gotten to this. We’re a collection, we’re going to help each other differently.”

He shook his head, frustration smooth on his face. “It has gotten to this due to the fact you’re doing too much. I don’t need you meddling in the whole issue. There are belongings you don’t understand and can’t help with.”

I stood up, my personal frustration boiling over. “Doing too much? I’m looking forward to always be there for you and your family. If that’s too much for you, then perhaps you should reconsider what you need from this marriage our parents arranged.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw clenched. “Maybe I do. But right now, I want you to backpedal.”

I felt a lump form in my throat, but I refused to backtrack. “I need to know what’s taking place, Ethan. I’m your spouse. You can’t just shut me out like this.”

He pushed away from the door, his moves sharp and indignant. “Watch me.” With that, he walked out of the room, shutting the door with force behind him.

I stood there, shocked and harmed. The room felt emptier than ever, and the burden of his words hung heavy in the air. I couldn’t accept how fast things had escalated. 

That night, Ethan didn’t come to the room. We didn't sleep together. I lay down in our matrimonial bed, looking at the ceiling, my mind full of thoughts and feelings. I replayed our argument again and again, looking to know where things had long past so incorrect.

The silence of the residence turned into oppressive, damaged simplest with the aid of the occasional creak of the floorboards as Ethan moved round someplace else. I questioned if he changed into just as stressed as I became, or if he became sound asleep soundly, unbothered by means of our fight.

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The next morning, I woke to the sound of Ethan walking into the room. His noise jolted me from my fitful sleep, and I rubbed my eyes, looking to shake off the remnants of a stressful night.

When Ethan noticed I had become conscious, he walked up to the bed. “Get up and begin getting geared up. We need to go see Dad.”

I nodded silently and was given away from bed, my frame feeling heavy with exhaustion. I made my way to the bath, my eyes still half closed from sleep. Without wondering, I began to undress, no longer noticing that Ethan was nevertheless within the room. When he noticed me, his voice rang out, sharp and accusatory.

“Why do you have to be bare?” he shouted.

I didn't notice him and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of the water became a welcome distraction from his harsh words. But Ethan accompanied me in, grabbing my hand. His eyes raked over my body from head to toe.

“Ugly duckling with an ugly body,” he sneered.

I quickly pulled my hand away from him, my cheeks burning with a combination of anger and humiliation. “Don’t provoke me this morning, Ethan,” I warned, my voice low and regular.

He scoffed, crossing his fingers. “And what can you do about it?”

His words stung, and I felt a surge of defiance upward thrust under me. Without wondering, I grabbed the shower head and aimed it at him, spraying him with icy bloodless water.

Ethan let out a broad surprise, his expression already turning to anger. “What the hell are you doing?” he yelled, water falling from his hair and clothes making his body look wet and I could see his broad chest.

“I’m tired of your insults,” I snapped back, my voice shaking with emotion. “You have no right to treat me this way, especially not after everything we’ve been through.”

He looked at me, wiping the water from his face. “You think everything is all about you? You don't have any idea what I’m coping with!”

“Then let me know," I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “Stop shutting me out and treating me like I’m the enemy.”

Ethan became silent for a second, his eyes narrowing as he considered my phrases. “Fine,” he said ultimately, his voice tight. “You want to know what’s going on? I’m trying to protect you. From things you don’t even know about.”

“Protect me?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion. But before Ethan could respond, a loud knock interrupted us, observed by way of non-stop banging on the door.