Chapter Two: Chance

They say, marriage is the happiest scene that happens in your life but for me, it's a fvcking burden. Every time I would look at him, I would curse him in my mind.

Yes, I know we are just a victim but he can either say no or he can make excuses just for the sake of this fvcking life we have! Because I cannot!

But no, mom always wins and it’s always a battle between me and her. She sees me not as her daughter but as her rival at all times. I heave a deep sigh.

I can't swallow when I wake up next to him, although it's more spacious than what I've requested, I still can't bear that we're on the same roof.

I get it. He's kind, generous, a gentleman, and an ideal husband but he isn't what I want. I want someone who could love me the way I do to him, but would I do that if I knew from the beginning that it was gone? No matter what I do, we have no hope that in any way it will be up to here.

I want to live on my own but mom would always have her ways to ruin me. All the men who have gone through my life have to be there to screen and she always wins because she can easily get them by being manipulated.

I laughed and looked at my husband who was peacefully sleeping. I wonder if you are with her too, I just whispered to myself.

I bet not, he was hard to please by anyone when we were in college. He doesn't bother to look at any sexy girls so he used to be called gay but of course, that rumored to stop when he married me a month ago.

Everyone couldn't believe it, even I...but maybe the thing you didn't expect will become a burden and will happen. All I wanted before is to finish my degree, work, and fly wherever I want but I ended up sitting on the couch and being a loyal wife.

I’ll admit I’m one of those teenagers who used to be addicted to the party, whatever it is but it ends up staying in this dead home.

Away from my dream of married life, I walk through our bathroom to take a quick bath so I'm fresh.

Where my mind goes, how much I plan to run away but I'm doubting if I could do it. Mommy would trace me anyway, I'm really scared of my life, because anyone can leave me anytime now.

"Hon?"

"Deive, we don't need to pretend." I stop him from calling me hon, it's not like we were in love anyway.

Pain crossed his eyes but it may be just my illusion so I doubt it.

"I'm leaving," he said goodbye.

"Go."

"You won't come?"

"It's your life, you're free of that...you can have someone to be with you on that flight, don't worry I'll pretend that I didn't see it or what." He licked his lower lip, his hair was messy but it didn't lessen how handsome he is.

"Okay," he whimpered. I went to my closet to prepare what to wear. I'm too pretty to admire and criticize where he's going.

I wear a women’s white cotton top and cream silk satin skirt, while I hold the tequila that is in the fridge of our room that is near to my shoe closet.

There is too much space in our room even though there are many closets here because they have their room that is connected to our room.

I thought he's gone but when I saw him sitting in bed, waiting for me, that's when I blush. Why I'm very happy that he isn't gone. But who cares anyway?

He was wearing a navy blue stripe that fit on his body, it was like he was ready to go off.

"I thought you were out here," I said frankly, he let out a soft chuckle but gave me a hard look.

"You seem like you're enjoying yourself without me, wife," I went to my table to put on some make-up. I usually do my make-up slightly so that I don't look too miserable.

I put a little lip gloss on my lips before sipping my wine in my table that's always been there then facing him.

"Honey, you should be off now. I bet your little pet wanted to plant her little flower." He stood up while I playfully smirked at him, I know what you're up to and that's nothing to me anyway.

"Maybe he's coming here, right?" I was confused, he looked at my reaction and his jaw clenched. "Your man, he will come here so that's why you are preparing, setting yourself up to be beautiful and making yourself ready for him to eat you devilishly." I laughed softly even though I wanted to kick him, I get that he's angry and so am I too!

"I am Deive, I am." I burst into laughter and walked out.

How dare he accuse me when he was the one who was cheating? That cheap man's doing, he's bragging about it to me!

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, I lost my appetite. I was in our backyard when my dad called to me. I was angry but I picked up his calls.

"Dad?" I said calmly.

"Your mom will be on vacation for a week," my forehead creased, that's when I realized something but again I ignored it because I had no care for the both of them.

But I should be wise at that time, they also came at the same time. I welcomed my husband with a warm hug when my mom interrupted us.

She faked a cough, "Won't you hug me too Ariz?" I rolled my eyes, he thanked me and daddy was there otherwise we might have quarreled in public.

Mom greeted dad, while I welcomed my husband even against my will. I don't know but I already have a feeling about the two of them but I didn't mind it.

Maybe the well-known billionaire engineer in our town won't do that even if he didn't love me. I mean, it's okay to me if he cheated but with my mom? That would be a big scandal and stain on his name.

"Dad, we're going first," I said mommy stopped us.

"Why don't we just be together, right darling?" She asked my father, daddy did nothing but nod.

We were in the same car, it was our luxury car mommy chose and left our sports car with the drivers. She seems to be allergic to beautiful cars and is infected with his taste as an adult.

I secretly rolled my eyes, my husband is driving while his right hand is holding my hand. Even if I wanted him to release it, I couldn't do it because I saw sparks in his eyes, his mouth curved into a smile while looking at our holding hands. And most especially, I saw dad's looking at it with adoration.

"Can you drive properly Deive?" I saw my mom in the mirror how she scrunched up her face.

"Mom, my husband is driving very well. What's the matter?" My brows drew together with sudden confusion.

"He isn't, why are you even holding hands when we were in front of the two of you."

"You're behind us, my." A blank expression appeared on my face, daddy and Deive tried to stop their laughter.

She stopped talking, the ride lasted for 1 hour and 30 minutes. We arrived at my parent's house first then at ours, finally and here we are.

"Ahh, at last." I stretched my body, I took off my luxury watch and channel shoes while he took my LV bag and put my bag on the glass wall closet.

"Nothing important in your bag?" I shook my head and massaged my knuckles because my shoes were so tight.

"Your cellphone? or any cards?"

"I didn't put anything there, I wear that for fashion anyway," I answer because I don't want repeated questions, he finally puts it there.

I thought he was going to get dressed because he went out while I continued massaging my knuckle.

Shit! It hurts!

"Why did I even wear those fvcking shoes?" I murmured to myself, it's like I'm a fool.

"Sit down, I'll heal your wound." Even though it was painful, I insisted, I didn't act anymore and just followed him.

I bit my lower lip when he put the alcohol in the cotton and slowly put it in my wound. Fvck! This hurts!

I've never really had this swelling so I can overreact, I know.

"Does it hurt?"

"Is anyone complaining that it doesn't hurt, fvck!" I uttered a curse as he pressed it, he was confused. "I'm gonna kill you, Harrington!" I shouted at him, he let out a little soft chuckle.

Sometimes it's okay to think that I am married but often I really don't like my situation now.

"I would love it too, Mrs. Harrington." He said that made me stop and glared at him but it just seemed like nothing to him.

He massages it, he makes warm water then puts cold water on it, and when he feels like my feet can take it. He put it there, it was only moderately hot.

"Do you know what you do?" he innocently looked at me and shook his head, it's like we're both stupid because I have no idea what we're both doing like wtf, right?

He massaged it until I fell asleep then I felt someone carry me where my seat is.

I was dizzy because of the noise downstairs, it was like someone was in there again. Is Deive a woman again? Aren't they satisfied when they are alone for a vacation?

None of myself went down, I saw in the curtain the curve of the woman and how she sucked the pet of my husband. The man was relieved, I can't take it anymore so I rapidly went off to our kitchen instead of seeing a live p*rn, the woman is very good in bed so it seems like my husband is always coming back in her arms, and I bet she is an experienced woman.

While I'm drinking fresh milk, yet, we still have a fridge in our room but that's a stock of wine and fruits downstairs. We have I don't know how many fridges we have that are different kinds, there is a container of chocolates, veggies and so many more we have a room for our stock in different kinds of liquor too.

I heard the woman moaning, it was like a year of barrenness.

"You didn't fvcked me when we were on the island, love." The girl shouted, aren't they embarrassed for saying that?

After all, our room is soundproof so they are brave. The man didn't reply and continued to press their body to each other.

After I drank I washed my glass then unfortunately passed by a sinner I will witness so instead of hearing them. I covered my ears using my fingers and started to count slowly.

It was effective until I reached our room and immediately closed the door. I didn't lock it because he might think I went out and he would still doubt me. Why do I even care anyway?

I fell asleep right away, I don’t want to overthink because I don’t like him and I am not committed to him anyway.

The next day he was in bed with us immediately, he seemed tired and lacking in sleep so I let him. Maybe the woman was tired, at least her performance goes well with him.

I am blindly curious now on how they did that, because is it really worth it? Or maybe because they were in love for the fvcking sake, Ariz!

"Are you awake?" His bedroom voice made me turn to him, I lazily nodded and he got up.

I'm used to seeing his wide body, not like before. I'm not used to it because I feel like I'm counted on but after a month together I'm used to waking up while seeing his face.

I'm slowly getting used to it and I'm afraid that I will be dependent on him. For as different as it really is, even so, I insisted even though I was tired I did it even how damn fvck it is.

Maybe that's why I can't give him a chance because I am afraid. I distance myself from him because I am afraid that I may fall and no one's gonna catch me.