Chapter 101 It Doesn’t Matter
Luke was gone with nothing but a scar engraved on his soul, after killing the merest sign of returning, after murdering his hopes, no longer aware what he would do next.
On the other hand, William cooked dinner, cleaned up the mess Arabella made and washed the dishes with an unreadable expression.
After being done with the chores, he returned to the room.
“No, I am fine. Phone…? Yeah, we will get it on Sunday,” She said, giving William an indirect glare to comply.
“Great. So when do you think you will return, Dear?” Her mother asked excitedly.
“It’s been a few months, Mama,” She chuckled nervously.
“Yeah… but before you at least paid a visit once a month. But now even that is gone. It’s… lonely. I miss you a lot,”
Her mother’s voice broke, staring at her daughter in mesmerization, hoping to see her again.
“Me too. We will see about it. Don’t be saddened, okay?” She smiled.
Seeing her being herself, William was bewildered but ending in a sigh, he went to the bathroom.
He freshened up and stopped before his bride who was still sitting on the bed using the phone after talking to her parents.
“Are you still on the call?”
“Why?”
“Dinner’s ready,”
Sighing, she put the phone away and came for dinner as they sat down and began to eat.
Eyeing her hollow eyes suspiciously, he asked.
“Why did you do that? To show him how cruel I am?”
She scoffed, “What can that man do for me anyways other than worsening the situation for me?”
William found her uncaring demeanor too hard to swallow. He was constantly wondering what exactly happened to bring such discontent.
“Do you think I will repeat what I did that day?”
“Yes. Absolutely. According to you, things don’t have feelings after all,” She hummed, munching on her bite calmly.
“But they break,” Smirking, he pointed the fork at her.
“And I tend to be extremely careful towards what belongs to me. I mean, look at your things, absolutely pristine,”
Rolling her eyes, Arabellla couldn’t help but to make a piercing statement, pointing her fork back at him.
“I am sorry but I can't say the same for the possession known as your wife. You are anything but ‘extremely careful’ towards it,”
His amusement faded, lowering his gaze in shame as she got up and went back to the room, not wanting to spend a second with him.
Him and his thoughts had fucked her mind enough.
She was seriously exhausted, it was becoming too hard to carry.
In fact, it wasn’t this difficult when it was one-sided, it was just her, her feelings, her love, nothing else.
Coming after her, he entered the room.
She was lying on her side, covered with the sheets with a constant grimace etched on her features.
Sitting on his side, he shifted closer, placing his hand hesitantly over her shoulder, circling his thumb over.
“At least tell me what did you guys talk about?”
“Why don’t you just assume like before? Perhaps he kissed me,”
“Arabella, please,”
Upon hearing the desperation in his tone, Arabella could feel a sting which compelled her to shift and sit up gradually.
“Do you know what I said?”
Facing him, she crossed her legs, intrigued to see his reaction as an eerie hesitation mixed with an abashed feeling brimmed.
He asked gently, “What?”
Lowering her gaze sorrowfully, uncaring how he would interpret her statement, she told him honestly, leaving the judgement to him.
“I said his curse of our marriage never being successful became real.”
“What?”
“I said I love William but he doesn’t. I said I had lost him, that after abandoning my world, I failed to have him too,” She told him vaguely.
William narrowed his eyes, consuming a brief moment to understand and when he realized she might be telling the truth, he remained monotonous and shrugged his shoulders.
“He must have believed that instantly. He must be heartbroken to know he was always right, and happy in your failure,”
Raising his brows, he shifted to his elbow, asking casually, “Is that why you got furious when he taunted you? So that’s what he meant?”
“Mhm,”
“Hmm, expected,”
Eyeing his calm demeanor, how he made zero comment when she mentioned her love.
Clasping the bedsheet helplessly, a sting traveled in her core.
‘Have my feelings always been meaningless? Why were they always ignored by him? Why is it always unnoticed?’
Thinking sorrowfully when he grabbed his phone and was about to use it but snatching it from his hand hopelessly.
“You don’t care if I love you or not?” She asked in a low tone.
“Hmm?”
His gaze lifted, to her face, back to his phone, signaling to give it back with a frown like he was not in the mood to discuss this topic.
“It doesn’t matter, Bella,” He exhaled in frustration, holding his hand to grab his phone back.
“It does, William, answer me. How can you ignore it?” She growled, losing her composure,
“I am exhausted, Arabella.”
She didn’t return his phone. In fact, threw it away on the farther couch, glaring at him, he didn’t react.
Infuriated, she pushed him by his shoulder, sinking him into the mattress with discontent, testing his patience while raising her voice furiously.
“Then answer simply, dammit, does it matter or not?!”
“It doesn't!”