He hissed hard and looked away after hearing my words.
We arrived at his house, and the gate to his compound opened by itself after reading and scanning the horn sound of the car before the driver drove in, followed by the convoy.
I quickly cleaned my eyes and mopped my face to avoid questions from people when they saw tears in my eyes.
When we walked out, we were welcomed by so many of his friends who were already at home waiting for us and with many others who followed us. "Hey, man, welcome home" one of his friends greeted, stretching out his hand to shake him.
"Yeah. Thank you" he nodded with a fake smile on his face while shaking his hand.
"Come, let's go to my parlor," he said, moving and his face tight again.
"Maria, take her to her room," he said to one of his maidens after we entered the parlor, and she nodded.
" Yes, sir." She said, turning her gaze to me. " Welcome, ma," she greeted, and I nodded.
" Thank you, dear," I said, planting a fake smile on my face, but deep down, I was troubled by how tonight would be.
She nodded with a smile and collected my bag as we both walked out of the parlor. She opened a room door and walked in. " Ma, this is your room," she said, staring at me, causing my eyes to widen in amazement because of the beauty and the sweet aroma of the room.
"Wow," I exclaimed as I walked in and stared around slowly.
"Ma, please, if you need anything, do well to ring this bell, and I will attend to you as fast as I can," Maria said, showing me a switch on the wall, and I nodded in response with a smile.
"Thank you, my dear. I will," I said, and she nodded before opening the door and walking out.
I paced the room for some time, staring at things and feeling them with my hands. " Oh my gosh, the bed looks so inviting" I mumbled, nodding and smiling at myself.
After pacing, staring, and admiring the room for a while, the thought of my angry husband quickly flashes in my mind, causing my heart to beat faster and weakness to overwhelm my body.
My mood changed at that moment.
I quickly broke down on the bed, exhaling heavily in frustration, and sighed in exasperation while palm-covering my face. Immediately, I heard my room's door slammed open, causing me to quickly tilt my face up and stare at the door.
My husband quickly burst in with a tightening face and bangs the door closed harshly before walking slowly down to me with his hands crossed on his back.
I gulped in some saliva, and seeing him walking down to me caused fear to cover all over my body. "Why do you barge into my room without even a knock?" I asked a little defensively.
But he shushed me with wide, dark eyes. "Sh….Shut the fucked up," he said sternly while placing his index finger on his lips, causing me to swallow heavily. " This is my house. I have every right to come into my room at any time"
" But this room is mine, not yours," I said, trying to get the fear of him away from me, but it kept budging me.
He let out a mocking smirk after hearing my outburst, causing anger to crip through my heart. "How much did you use to build this room you're claiming?" He said, chuckling evilly,
I stood up." I don't care." I shook my head hard. "I'm very particular about my privacy. What if…" I said, cut off by his hand on my jaw as he gripped me tight, causing my face to crease and my mouth to ache.
Before I could notice; he pressed me hard against the wall. "Did I tell you not to talk to me anyhow?" He whispered sternly in a deep tone, clenching his teeth and I whimpered in pain.
" How dare you talk to me like that, huh? Do you know that I can kill you and nobody asks of you? Who the hell do you think you are?" He whispered with gritted teeth, glaring at me with his evil red eyes, causing my legs to startle on the ground as his grip on my jaw got harder.
"P-please…" I stuttered, choking in my throat and tears curling up in my eyes but he kept grabbing me tight and pressing me harder to the wall.
"Moreover, this house is mine. I built it with my money, not yours. None of your dime was put in here so you don't have to claim what's not yours, okay?" He whispered with gritted teeth while letting go of me,
"This is my room and it remains my room. Don't dare harsh on me anymore in my room," he yelled, choking his finger on my forehead as I kept staring at him with teary eyes while crying kept burning in my throat, but I bit my bottom lip to suppress it, and tears flowed down from my eyes to my dress.
"Now," He said, turning himself and dropping a bunch of papers on the bed before he turned his glare at me while pointing his finger in the direction of the papers.