Lying on my bed that night, I thought back to the conversation I had with Thor, and how I almost revealed my identity to him.
Luckily, I thought of something to cover up, while escaping to the gate to avoid further queries from him.
I know running from him doesn't mean I'm free from his question. Knowing who Thor is, he's likely going to ask me about it next week, but until then, I'll think of the right excuses to make.
I wouldn't want him to be my reason for stopping my weekly escape from reality.
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Sly's gaze has been on my face ever since we started eating, and I've been trying my damnedest hard not to react to the hotness of his gaze on me.
Who knows, this might be some sort of trap from him, and as someone who has gotten a fair share of falling victim to the traps he sets, I decided not to fall this time around.
He can gaze at me for as long as he wants, and I'll expertly pretend not to know of it.
"What do you do in your leisure time, during the day?" He finally asked, breaking the heavy silence between us.
"Nothing much. I read some of the novels you have in your library, watch the movies being aired, take a swim in the swimming pool, eat my lunch, and have a nap."
I listed all the things I do every day without having to think about one, and it's based on the fact those are the only things I've been doing for over a year now.
"You don't do anything aside from those? Nothing productive at all?" He asked in a very tight voice.
"And what productive thing do you what me to do? You want me to fly to get the productive things to do, while you didn't give me enough opportunity to do so?"
" What do you mean by that?" He angrily stood from the chair," What opportunity do you want more?" He gestured around us," What else do you need if not a comfortable life?"
" I'll tell you what I want!" I stood from the chair, both to the shook of both I and my husband, whom I've not for once raised a voice at.
I've always been the docile husband, but right now, I'm too angry to remain the docile husband who doesn't speak.
"What do you want me to do here every day? Mop around until I become an old man? Sleep all day until I become obese you can discard me for someone more handsome and sophisticated?"
He stood there watching me with his mouth agape.
He looks as if he doesn't believe the sight in front of him, and that right there made me smug.
" You asked for what I want? I want to attend a god-damned university, for God's sake!" I tug on my hair. "You might have forgotten this, but I just freshly graduated from high school, only to be shackled to you."
I allow the tears to well in my eyes.
Getting married to him wasn't my wish at all. I never for once, thought about that, and neither did I pray to be married to a ruthless boss who doesn't care for me.
This marriage between us is only productive to my stepmother who orchestrated it all.
"I want to have a life, Sly. I wish to be like other young adults like me.
For God's sake, Sly, I'm just nineteen!" Throwing the chair I was sitting on the floor, I run up the stairs, and towards my room.
I was half expecting him to come after me. Expecting him to call me, maybe console me and ask for my forgiveness.
He didn't run after me, and nor did he call out to me. He just stayed there without doing anything while I ran into my room to cry my poor eyes out.
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That night, I didn't go down for dinner. I stayed in my room thinking about the crime I must have committed in the former life that's making me suffer like this.
A knock on my door brought me back to reality.
Hastily running to the door, I opened it, expecting my husband to be at the other side, but was disappointed.
"I'm hurt, you know?" She raised a brow at me.
" What do you want?" I sigh as I got ready to shut the door.
Presently, I don't care about her chatters. All I care about is having a little time with myself.
"I brought dinner for you." She smiled brightly, mouth pointing at the tray she has in hand. "The boss asked me to bring this tray to you."
He asked you to get the food for me, but he didn't bring it himself?
"I would rather not eat. You can tell him I appreciate what he's trying to do, but I don't want to."
"What's wrong with you, Lee?"
"Not now Marli. I'll talk to you later, but for now, I want to have some rest." I sigh.
"But…."
"Goodnight Marli." I bang the door in front of her.
With Marli gone, I slide down the door and sat on the floor.
Leaning my head on the door, I allow the thoughts to take over me.
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For two days now, I've made it part of my life plan not to meet my husband. I wait until he leaves for work before going down to have breakfast, and I eat dinner before he returns from work.
So far, things have been going just like I want. Not seeing my husband made the ache I felt in my heart diminish.
I stayed listening until I heard him leave the house, and before long, I heard the ding of the gate as it opened to him.
Despite that, I stayed in my room for three more minutes before I decided to head downstairs.
The coast is clear. Everything is okay, the morning part has been done...
"Just like I suspected."
I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the voice of the same husband I'm trying to evade.