(Aurora)
I stood in front of the dressing mirror, checking out my outfit. I was wearing a blue baggy shirt and an ash sweatpant.
His perfume fragrance made me more comfortable in his clothes. I brushed my hair and styled it in a ponytail before leaving the room.
It still amused me how Adrian knew my perfect underwear sizes. I also wondered if he was the one who shopped for them.
Who else will?
I'd rather die in my curiosity, than ask him. It would sound so weird and embarrassing. Especially now that we weren't a couple.
"What took you so long?" Adrian asked in a calm tone, stopping me in my lane. He didn't turn around to look at me yet.
I didn't even notice someone was there, until he spoke. He was sitting on the sofa, watching a news channel.
"I'm sorry. I had to take my bath, and I was on the phone with someone before you came in," I explained, then his blue eyes met mine.
"Someone special," he gave me a flirty wink.
I looked away, avoiding his gaze. "I suppose."
"I know you've received a million compliments, but still, you look more adorable in my clothes. I thought you wouldn't wear them."
My cheeks turned crimson. "I didn't have a choice. Did you expect me to walk around the house without clothes?"
A smirk played on his lips. "Maybe."
I began to create fantasies in my head, but what was the point if we weren't together?
I folded my arms, darting my eyes around the sitting room.
When he realized I wasn't going to say anything, he went on. "So, how was your night?"
"I had a rough night, you?"
He shrugged. "Can't tell. I was restless, so I couldn't sleep, up till now."
"I guess that's how people feel when they're away from their loved ones."
"Uh, no… I mean, yes. You're right. I was going to check up on her right after you had your breakfast," he said that on purpose, smiling.
I felt a lump in my throat, making it difficult to breath at that moment. His last statement stung my ears. I wished he didn't tell me to my face.
Was it jealousy?
He walked me to the dining table and drew out a chair for me, uncovering the dish. Then he sat at the head of the table, next to me.
"You should eat, now. Okay?"
I hummed in response, staring at the tray of food. Breakfast was toasted bread, omelette, sunny side up, baked beans, and orange juice.
"You don't like the food?" he asked.
I shook my head, sipping from the glass of orange juice, then I started eating. I felt his gaze hard on me, making me less comfortable.
All of a sudden, I lost my appetite, and stopped eating. I fixed my gaze on him, without saying a word.
I was thinking so deep how lucky any woman would be to have him as a life partner.
A deep frown formed on my lips that I couldn't be that woman, again.
His deep, soft voice snapped me out of my trance. Then I felt his hands on mine.
"Are you okay?" His brows were knitted, with a worried look on his face.
I wanted to scream a no to his face and tell him exactly how I felt since the night he kicked me out of his life like I meant nothing to him.
But it was the truth.
I had been deceiving myself the whole time. I thought I meant something to him. I thought he valued our relationship as much as I did.
It was a contracted marriage, after all. We weren't supposed to fall in love with each other, but I broke the number one rule.
Our marriage was only for Anastatia's sake, that was why we wanted it private. So, he wasn't the one to blame. It was me, and only me!
He warned me, but I didn't listen. To me, he was like a dream come true, my prince charming, my dark knight in a shining armor.
I thought we were meant for each other. I risked my poor heart into accepting his flaws and loving him as a good wife I was.
I loved him without caution, without knowing the consequences.
And Adrian?
Ungrateful idiot!
He only cared about himself and his happiness. He divorced me for his selfish reasons. He made it seem like he wasn't at fault.
He didn't deserve me. My heart. My sacrifices.
Infact, he didn't deserve any good woman in his life. Maybe that's why… that's why he's stuck with his crazy ex. They were destined for each other.
Only the Almighty knew why He broke them apart. But I guessed he realized that they were a perfect match, and was sorry for tearing them apart.
Someone tapped my shoulders and I realized how lost I was in my thoughts.
I looked down to see Adrian crouching beside me. "Hey. What's on your mind?"
"Is she aware you cook for me? And we're still seeing each other? Under the same roof?" I asked, out of curiosity.
"No, she has no idea. You shouldn't bother yourself."
"I hope she doesn't kill me," I blurted out, nonchalant.
He chuckled. "Me too."
His laughter is my best sound. He looks more handsome whenever he laughs.
I was obsessed about him, but not as Kendall. Hers was out of this world. She was ready to kill for him.
I picked up the spoon, and continued eating. "So, why are you risking your life for me?"
"Because I love–I love Anastatia and you're her mother. Besides, I'm following the doctor's instruction."
"Did she really tell you to do this?"
Before he could answer, the doorbell rang.
"Are you expecting a visitor?" Adrian asked.
"Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"It's okay," he said, then signalled Clara to get the door.
"I was asking a question."
"About my doctor's order? She said, 'take care of your wife and yourself, too.' So, I'm doing just that."
"But I'm not your wife–"
A crazy familiar voice made me stop talking.
"Who says so?"