Chapter 28

Elodre turned on the bed, groaning softly as the morning sun ray that had sipped in through the translucent curtain was burning her eyes. "Agh!" She cried as sharp burning pain sparked between her thighs.

Her eyes fluttered open but her body was heavy. She couldn't lift herself from the bed. Her glowing gray eyes darted in search for her husband but he seemed to have gone to work.

"Oh…Cayden…" She cried quiveringly as her whole body burned in pain. Usually, Cayden could have cuddled her, petting her like a baby in his arms throughout the night. He'd never leave for work the following day if he'd made love to her the previous night. He'd never been rough on her, hurting her like that until last night. Gazing blankly, she thought.

How long would this last? God knows she can't survive his anger. She'd surely die soon.

***

For a couple of days, Elodre remained indoors and she scarcely ate.

***

A WEEK LATER.

After the soothing massage, in a white ankle-length bodysuit long-sleeve gown, and glittery silver heels, Elodre was about to leave the massage room when she felt a soft grasp on her arm and she paused. Her stringy blond hair was packed up with colorful hair clips and some strands cascaded down her face. She had her designed spec on.

Her thin red lips parted in a gasp when she saw the masseur standing close and looking down at her.

"I…I'm sorry, ma'am," He stuttered and hesitated briefly. "But…but…you know…" He railed off and exhaled. "I'm sorry to say this though…but I missed you." He observed her briefly. "Whe…when you were away, I realized how much you mean to me."

Elodre adjusted her spec and raised a brow. And, damn, she doesn't know how charming she is while doing that. She was so soft and sweet. Her face was so small and sexy, and her big square-shaped spec was breathtaking.

"I…I'm ain't gonna ask for much," He said softly, his glassy brown eyes glowing with emotions. "Could I at least get your contact details, please? Please…"

He wasn't even in her class. She thought, gazing up at him in those shades.

"Please," He pleaded. "Am ain't gonna disturb, I promise. Just wanna be a part of your life." He looked away briefly and gazed down at her. "I know am ain't your class anyways," He shrugged and she laughed just once.

She bit her lower lip and shrugged, "No biggie then."

"Yeah!" A smile lit up his face as he punched the air. "Whoa!" He quickly slipped out his phone from his baggy pant pocket and gave it to her.

Watching him, Elodre shook her head, smiling at his reaction. He reminded her of Weston.

***

***Damn! He placed his phone on his chest, grinning heartily. She looked pretty hard. He never thought she'd give him her contact details.

***

***

From a distance, Justin was watching her walking down to her car. As she got in, he sipped his drink and smiled. "I'll get you." Then his tinted glass slid up and the car drove off.

**

***

**

Cayden had been at Greg's since he returned from his office and now it was evening. He'd been drinking all through. His day was pretty rough and he was furious. His head was aching excruciatingly, and thinking about his wife made him sick.

Regardless of how cold the elegant bar was, he was all sweaty in his blue shirt. He couldn't take Elodre off his fuckin mind! Hell!!

So she had the goddamn guts to go to Weston's place?!! He thought as anger soared inside of him. He was resting his both elbows on the table, cupping his face with his palms. Leaning back on the chair, he blew out, feeling restless.

***

Elodre jerked in fright on the bed when the door suddenly opened and Cayden stormed into the room. Furiously slamming the door, he cursed savagely and fear glowed in her wide eyes upon seeing him.

Her heart had leaped to her throat and was thumping, causing her to shiver. What happened this time? Why is he so mad? Oh, God, please save her from his rage. She prayed inwardly.

"Fuck!!!" He thundered, pacing around the luxurious room, all sweaty and vicious as his fingers slipped into his hair.

Elodre was like a fish out of water, she was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. She gasped in astonishment and disbelief. Can he be so mad? She wondered. His anger seemed to accelerate every day. He was getting more dangerous each day.

Placing his hands on his collar, he furiously ripped his shirt apart, huffing in anger, and aggressively took the ripped fabric off, revealing his thick sweaty muscular body.

And Elodre couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so huge and sexy. The hard muscular curves of his arms were driving her crazy, and at once she recalled when she used to touch his arms freely. She remembered the times she used to lay her head on his chest. The old times he used to fondle her, pressing kisses on her forehead and allowing her to feel the hardness of his packs. His body was nothing less than an artwork. But now…

Tears rolled down her eyes. She lowered her gaze as he glared at her. Yet, she wanted him. She stole a glance at him and noticed he was still glaring at her. Her body began to tremble.

He was observing her intensely. Damn! His wife looked so innocent and tender. The way she was trembling annoyed him. What the fuck was she doing?!! He thought, trying hard to remain calm. The anger was already getting the best of him but he didn't want to touch her cause if he did in a fit of anger he was susurelyonna kill her with his hands.

He heaved a trembly long sigh, placing his hands on his forehead. Gosh! He gulped hard, trying to stifle the rage. He was about to explode on her right now. Oh, damn! He didn't want to hit her. He'd been struck by her fear. The way she was flinching at him melted his heart.

He was huffing wildly and his blazing eyes were fierce. As he stormed to the bed, Elodre flinched very hard, letting out a quivering cry. God, please don't let him hit her. She shuddered.

Sitting on the bed, he was shaking in rage. Huffing, his right elbow angled as he placed his right palm on his lap. Placing his other elbow on his left lap, he roughly slipped his fingers into his hair.

Her trembling lips twisted to speak but no word came out. No, she'd not dare to speak to him.

***

*

***

After a while, he went to take a shower and then returned. In his white towel, he sat on the bed again. His lower arms rested on his thighs as he faced downward.

His breath trembled roughly. It appeared his anger was rather worsening. God knows if he sets his eyes on his wife again, he will kill her. His whole body was pricking gingerly. But he swallowed hard. Veins had striped on his forehead as he grimaced.

"How dare you, Elodre?" His voice was thick with anger. "How dare you hurt my feelings this much?! Elodre?!" His angry voice raised. "How– dare– you?! How dare you raise someone else's child in my house?!" He thundered. "And you lied to me, making me pay his fuckin bills as though he was my child?!!"

He shot his glare at her and she flinched. Suddenly grabbing her tiny wrist and yanking her violently, he said, "Why do you like playing the victim, huh??!! You keep flinching like you're innocent but you are not!!" He screamed at her face and she winced. "I hate you!!" He grasped her jaw, shaking her brutally and she whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up!!" He tightened his grip on her face and she shuddered, flushing red. "You equal pain! You're so fuckin useless!!" He shook her hard.