Glamour's POV
After ending the call with Maya, I sat there reminiscing what she had just told me about Mr Husband.
I couldn't help but wonder why he would bother to know about small details such as knowing my favourite cereals.
Maybe he's hoping for redemption for forcing me into marrying him, or maybe he's hoping for me to think he is a good guy but that's not gonna happen, not now, and most definitely not in the future.
I wouldn't let trivial stuff like that change my perspective of him and I'm not gonna let it change my plans about killing him, I thought to myself before looking towards the direction of the stairs and whispered "I'm going to become your worst nightmare just like you had become mine."
After that declaration, I felt a little bit at ease and then smiled knowing that I would make sure to become his personal doom and personal hell, just like he had become mine.
I laid down on the sofa about to drift off into sleep before asking myself why I had to be the one sleeping on the sofa when I wasn't the one who made the rest of the rooms empty.
I got up and decided to go sleep upstairs, I was going to ask Mr husband to go sleep on the sofa, I'm not going to sleep on that sofa anymore, he either sleeps on the sofa or he could go anywhere he felt like I don't care.
So I stormed up the stairs and went to the room, and barged in without knocking, I don't care about any etiquette, I wouldn't care about that anymore at least, not with him, I'm going to be as rude as I could ever be.
He should have thought about the fact that I could be a psychopath before he agreed to get married to me.
When I opened the door, his head snapped up to look at me. I had been expecting to see him lying on the bed or to be in the shower but he wasn't, he was standing in the middle of the room drinking some crimson-looking stuff from a glass cup. It wasn't from a wine glass so I knew it wasn't wine, I then looked at the stuff wearily, and it gave me a creepy feeling as though it was blood.
I frowned upon the thought that it could actually be blood, and then proceeded to say what had brought me up here.
"I'm sleeping up here, you go sleep on the sofa downstairs," I announced with a flat voice and went to lie on the bed.
I imagined him staring at me with confusion etched on his face, but I didn't bother to turn and look at him. I was about to start sleeping when a thought occurred to me, and I felt my body ran completely cold.
'What if he decides to sleep on the same bed with me, or what if he does something stupid?'
I tried to shake off the thought but I knew it could happen just like I'm imagining, and I was about to get up and go back to my sofa bed, but then I heard the door slam shut, so I peeked to see if he had left, and he was no longer inside, so I quickly got up and put a lock on the door in case he tries to come back in.
I went back to lie down and then slept off without putting much effort into it.
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I woke up the next morning and got into the shower, but then I suddenly remembered my shotgun, I had left it back in my bag that's downstairs, what if he sees it I thought frantically, and quickly hastened my bath, I didn't bother to get dressed when I got out of the shower, I only wrapped my body with the towel I had found in the bathroom, before running down the stairs.
I didn't think of the fact that Mr husband could still be in the parlour until I came face to face with him, at the end of the stairs, it looked like he was about to go up. I looked at him closely trying to read his face to know if he had seen anything or not, but his face was flat, it had no expression on it.
I then passed by his side and went to get my box of clothes, I had contemplated taking them upstairs, but it was too heavy for me to take them all the way up.
I entered the toilet downstairs which was where I had left the bag, and opened the box with an eradicating heartbeat hoping to find my gun. I search frantically for it because it wasn't at the top, I had to bring down all my clothes before I found it, and when I did, I released the breath I didn't know I was holding...
I got dressed and went back out to go fix myself breakfast. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and a spoon and kept it on the kitchen table before grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge and my cereal from the shelf.
I sat on top of the table to eat my breakfast, not wanting to go seat on the sofa, and then I heard the footsteps of Mr. husband.
He entered into the kitchen and said
"Good morning Glamour," in a somewhat monotone voice.
I looked up at him with a frown on my face, and scoffed before saying,
"What's good about the morning," in a thick voice, filled with hate and went back to eating my meal.
He didn't say anything back, he only went to the fridge and took out the remaining meat that was left, and started to prepare it. I saw him bring the meat and set it on the table after washing it, but I didn't make any move to get up, I only watched him as he worked with the knives skillfully, cutting the meat on the table into few pieces, and then he puts it in a grill train, and got out a few spices and sprinkled them on it before setting it in the oven.
This is so much better than what I had done yesterday, I thought and then shook my head at the memory before finishing my cereal.
Even after I finished eating, I didn't go back to the parlour because there's nothing much to do I would only sit on the phone browsing about ways to murder a husband as that's the only thing that's on my mind for now.
I had considered going to do that though but I knew leaving a search history for such a thing would only make me a culprit after he's dead.
I dropped my bowl in the sink without washing them, the one I had used yesterday was also in there, but I only eyed them wearily before going back to seat on the table.
'He should do the dishes himself or he should find someone to do them' I thought to myself as I sat on the table watching my fingers like they were the most interesting thing going on right now.
Mr. husband did not make any move to go out after putting the meat in the oven he stood by the wall in the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest watching me carefully probably thinking to himself how to make me go wash those plate, something I already know he's going to fail to do.
I could do anything but wash plates, I tried it once and it didn't end well, and ever since I promised never to go near washing plates not even close to the dishwashers.
At home, we had Maria for that, she's the one who's in charge of washing plates, I suddenly felt the urge to cry at the thought of home.
Maria is like an older sister that I never had, which is why I would always be in the kitchen when she's about to wash the plates. There was a time I had tried to help out with rinsing the plates before fixing them in the dishwasher, but the tip of a plate that had chipped sliced through my finger, and I quickly let go of it, and it hit my toe, dislocating it.
I had been too terrified of that incident that I never went close to the sink anymore unless if I was going there to drop my plates...
I shook my head at the memory before looking longingly at the oven.
I could already perceive the sweet flavoured smell of the meat, and my mouth began to salivate at the thought of tasting it. Like who on earth doesn't like a good grilled steak, I thought and watched as Mr. husband opened the oven to bring out the readied meat.
It looked so drool-worthy with a crispy looking colour and I bet it would taste even better. But then one thought occurred to me...
'Would he let me eat from it?'
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