Chapter 50 I love me.
Isla’s POV.
“Where were you last night?” My husband bashed through the door.
I didn’t say anything.
My hands rubbed against my face, smoothing the facial cream I had applied.
“I’m talking to you.” He closed the distance between us.
I turned to face him now. “I don’t think I owe you any explanation for that.”
His expression turned blank.
“Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking?”
A smile carved on my face, as I walked toward my bed.
“You can’t just walk in here without knocking. I deserve some privacy even if you don’t acknowledge me as your wife.”
I still haven’t gotten over what happened with Damian last night…
“I’m going to bed.” I laid down on the bed, waving for him to leave.
“You haven’t answered me, Isla.”
He caught my wrist, dragging me backward.
“I’m not in for your drama tonight. I have work to do tomorrow. I need to rest early.”
My cheeks burned, the air in my lungs suddenly flared hot.
“Is your work more important, or me?”
We kept staring at each other, my hands trying to pull away from his grip.
“Let me go, now.” I yelled.
He didn’t, he gripped me tighter.
“You’re hurting me.”
He let go of me, I staggered backward.
“What do you want now?”
“You know what I want. An explanation of where you went last night and who you went with.”
“I’m not obligated to answer that question.”
“Of course you are. Because you’re my wife.”
“By paper! Husband.”
“I thought we agreed to stay out of each other’s lives. Why are you bothering me when you have another woman in your life?”
There was a heavy silence between us. My chest kept pounding. I didn’t expect I’d raise my voice at him.
“Are you shouting at me?”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”
He slowly lifted his hand and pulled my chin forward.
“Don’t forget your place in this house. And don’t forget that you are still here because I want you to.”
Those words hit me like a knife, piercing through my chest.
“I know my place, and I will not cross my boundaries. And even if I was just a commodity, I deserve to be treated like a human.”
“I already told you countless times, Lucia and I have nothing to do with each other. She’s just a friend.”
“Why are you saying that to me? Do you think I’m some insecured, woman?”
“I never said you were, I just… want you to love me.”
“Jokes on you. I can’t love a man who doesn’t know what he wants.”
“I want you, Isla.”
“Hmm,” I hummed in a bitter tone. “In your dreams.”
He pushed me down to my bed, and pinned my hands above my head.
“Did he touch you?” I struggled between his legs.
“Get off me,” I tried to say something but words didn’t come.
He slid his other hand down my waist, and then to my thighs.
“Where did he touch you?” He traced a hickey on my neck.
“You let him touch you? How dare you?”
“That is none of your business.”
“It is! Because you’re mine!”
He pulled his hand down now, almost sliding into my entrance.
“Let me go!” I pulled my other leg, hit him on his cock, and he lost his balance.
“Are you insane?” I spat.
“Yes I am, Isla. For you.”
“Oh keep your pretendious act,” my hand landed on his cheek before I could stop it.
“Get out!”
He tried to say something. I didn’t know what it was and didn’t care about it.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“Get out, now.” I pushed him toward the door, and banged it on his face.
My stomach knotted, lungs tightened. I clutched my hand to my chest, leaning my back against the door as I slid down to the floor.
Tears gathered in my eyes, my throat tightened.
I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even let out a sound.
I just sat there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my life.
“What is wrong with everyone?”
After a few minutes of silence and tears, I finally stood up and walked to my bed.
I tried to close my eyes, but sleep didn’t come.
I drifted away in thoughts.
“He clearly didn’t want me. Why does he pretend to be devoted now?”
“God help me! Because things are getting worse by the day.”
I finally dozed off, thinking about my mother.
Morning came too fast. I slept for too long, even when my alarm kept banging in my ears.
By the time I opened my eyes, I was already running late for work.
I quickly made my way to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for the day.
He was standing at the door when I rushed out.
“Good morning,” I murmured, making my way out.
“Did you sleep well?” He followed.
I didn’t say anything, just nodded once.
“Can we talk? I need just five minutes of your time…”
“I’m running late for work. We can do that when I come home.”
“I can’t wait, just five minutes of your time.”
I paused, grinning my teeth. “Nothing more than five.”
“Sure.” He moved toward me, almost closing the distance between us.
“I wanted to apologize for what happened last night. I didn’t mean to offend you… I…”
“You don’t need to apologize. Like you said last night, I should know my place and shouldn’t cross boundaries that are meant to be crossed.”
“I didn’t mean my words, I was just being emotional, you don’t have to take it to heart.”
“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.
“Yes… I couldn't sleep last night because…”
“I think we should talk about this when I’m done for the day.”
I walked toward the car swinging my hips.
Even if I accept his apologies, I won’t forget about what he did to me.
I just wanted peace with myself, I was done with dramas and unfulfilled expectations.