Got married by mistake

Unappreciated

OLIVIA

I waited for Wilson to leave before I left my room. Until now, I still feel the fear caused by what happened to me the previous night. No one will protect me, so I had to be more careful. Now that I know that there is no hope that Wilson will ever appreciate me, I have already buried my feelings for him.

By noon I had left our house. It was a little afternoon. After all, I woke up because I didn’t get to sleep right away. I had to go to one of the branches of our salon in Arlingwood. There was a little problem there.

I just concentrated on driving until I got to the salon. When I entered, I was greeted by my employees.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am Olivia.” They greeted.

“Good afternoon. How’re you?” I returned the greeting to them. I put my bag down on the table reserved for me.

I was surrounded by my employees. Their faces were worried. “Oh, Ma’am. We’re a little sluggish now. Our satisfaction rate has also reduced.”

I took a deep breath. “We can’t please everybody, right? We’ll just find a way to do things. I’ll think of solutions as soon as possible.”

Besides, it’s September now. There are very few customers now but I’m sure that when December and January comes, there will be a lot of makeovers.” I added. They all nodded in agreement.

I looked at the door when its bell rang at the top, a sign that someone was about to enter or someone was leaving. I saw a white woman enter. She was wearing leather shorts that further emphasized her long thighs and a pink Hanging blouse. Her brown hair was wavy and shiny.

“I need a trim.” authoritatively she says when her looks lands on me.

I stopped trying to stand up when the bell rang again . My eyes widened. Wilson. He looked at me coldly and then he approached the woman who had just arrived.

“Hey, babe. Why did you get out of the car?” Said the woman and hugged Wilson’s waist.

“I missed you,” Wilson said softly and lowered his face. My hand went numb as their lipped applied together. Everyone looked at the two.

The woman moaned as Wilson depended the . I covered my mouth so that my employees wouldn’t see the way my lips was shaking due to the suppressed cry I had inside. I also cast spells a few times to hold back my tears and I also changed the direction of my eyes.

Why does he have to make me look like he doesn’t care about how I feel? Why does he even have to make make look like I have no rights to him in the marriage?

I bought one. Just included. I went to his office then. When I saw this woman kissing him I scandalized and insulted the hell out of the woman. I called her all sorts of names.

So often, I just pretend not to know inwardly, very sick. I was scared to see my dad and Wilson get angry again. It was as if I was so small in their eyes.

“Wait. I’ll trim my hair first.” The woman pulled Wilson away . She smiled and gave Wilson a quick kiss on the lips.

The woman sat in the the chair reserved for customers and was gently taken care of by my employees. I looked at Wilson from time to time. He just sat and stared sheepishly at the woman. Neither did he turn to know if I cared. I took a deep breath and bowed.

Just a couple of minutes and my employees was done trimming her hair. She stood up. Wilson also stood up and walked towards her. The woman held his waist.

Wilson touched her face and smiled and called her beautiful.

I smiled bitterly because I’ve never heard him call me that before.

I looked up as a bulk walked towards the front of my desk. I met Wilson’s cold stare. I was swallowed.

I followed him with my looks as he turned around . I watched how he put his hand on the woman’s waist and how he kissed her forehead passionately. Until they came out I was still staring at the door they came out of.

It’s okay, Olivia. Stop.

My employees started making noise. They talked about the two coming out of the salon. They also talked about how handsome Wilson was,and also how lucky the woman was with Wilson.

My heart aches. I couldn’t tell them that he is my husband because that will make me look like a fool.

I started feeling worse and carried my bag and left for my house.

When I got home, I took my bags and pulled out all my belongings there. If I don’t get rid of his powder he just keeps on hurting my feelings. My heart could no longer bear what he was doing to me. I loaded my bags into my car and checked into a hotel. Maybe he won’t bother looking for me, because I’m like trash to him like he said earlier.

I looked out the window Ava examined the lights from the surrounding building. Only now have I felt peace like this for a very long time.

I opened my tool to pick up my sketch o o as, but it wasn’t there. Maybe I left it on my bed because i was in a haste, I drove there, it was seven o’clock, so he wasn’t there yet.

When I parked my car I slowly went inside the house. As I climbed the stairs, I was surprised to see Wilson lying on the floor near hood bedroom door.

I approached him immediately. “Wilson?”

His every breath was so heavy. When he didn’t move, I touched his neck. Hood warm skin stunned me. “You have a fever, Wilson.”

He stared and looked at me sharply. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’ll help you stand up.”

“I said—“ He suddenly coughed.

The second time I offered help,he accepted. When I got to the bedroom, I laid him down.

I removed his shoes. But he stopped my hand as I attempted to remove his polo. “You need to get undressed. To make you comfortable.”

Maybe because of weakness he has given up. I was so devastated to see hood elegance. Is it hot? I got a white t shirt in his cabinet. Fortunately, he cooperated so I quickly dressed him with the new t shirt.

“My head hurts.” He moaned.

“Have you eaten?” He shook his head in disagreement.

“Eat first before taking your medications.”

“Get out. I’ll just sleep. Get out.” He said coldly and covered his face with his arm.

“Wilson…”

“Leave my room!” He removed my arm and looked at me sharply.

I took a deep breath and stood up. When I left the room, I went straight to the kitchen to make him some food. He needs to take his medications to make it easier for him to heal.

When I was done cooking I put the food in a bowl and placed it on a tray I also put in water and his medicine. I took it to his room. I put it in the table by the side of his bed and sat on his bed.

I touched him. “Wilson, wake up.”

He stared and frowned at me. “Didn’t I tell you to come out?”

I took the hot food and showed it to him. “I cooked. Eat first then take your medication.”

“I don’t want to eat.”

“Please Wilson. You’ll be fine.” I insist on him eating.

“I’ll be fine if you get out of here. My head hurts more!” He said a bit loudly.

“But, Wilson…”

“I said I don’t want to eat!” He suddenly shook the bowl with hot porridge in it.

It spilt on my arm and my thigh. I stood up and cried out in pain.

He got up and looked at me angrily. “s**t! I warned you!”

I ran to the comfort room and hurriedly opened the shower. I endured the pain as I soaked the burn in cold water. I also covered my thigh in the shower. I just closed my eye. My arm and thigh were hot red.

After I soaked them in water, I came out of the comfort room. Wilson started at me coldly.

“Clean my room. It’s a mess!” After he said that be turned around and sat on the sofa.

“S-sorry,” I said tearfully.

I went out and went down to the kitchen. Because of the light, the redness of my skin became even clearer. I took an ointment and winked at it in pain. When the pain subsided, I brought the basins with only water and rags.

I carefully carried it to Wilson’s room. I started wiping the center.

“Do it faster! I want to rest!” He said as he shook his head.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Next time when I don’t want to, I really don’t want to.” He said coldly. I was trying to help him.

The next I changed was the bedsheets which was covered with the food I cooked. I also went to the the pillowcase and blanket alongside the bedsheet.

I endured the pain of my burned skin while cleaning his room. When I was done cleaning,he went straight to his bed and I came out with a basin and his bedsheet resting on my shoulder.

I ate a-little and then put the bedsheet in the laundry. Out of concern for Wilson, I sat on the edge of his room door and was wondering if he would wake up. I also kept a glass of water by my side in case there was any need for it.

I slowly opened his door and peeked. I saw him rolling on his bed. Even though I was afraid that he would get angry with me, I approached him still and touched his forehead which was burning, His fever got worse.

I wiped the sweat off his forehead. I also turned down the air conditioner so that the room won’t get to cold for him to be comfortable.

I was adjusting his blanket when he suddenly looked up to me. “Sophie”

I bit my lower lip. I’m not her.

“Sophie, you came back.” His hand went up straight and landed on my cheek. “Y-You’re not leaving me, are you?”

I held Wilson’s hand. I didn’t want to talk because I could see him longing to see and be with Sophie.The expression in his eyes returned to that of the former Wilson I knew. Gradually his eyes closed. He’s already asleep.

“I’m sorry Wilson.” I carefully lowered his hand and kissed it. I took a pillow from his bed and sat on the sofa. Gradually I fell asleep in his room too.

I was woken up by the sunlight hitting my eyes. I adjusted me seat and looked at Wilson.

I was afraid to touch him, instead I chose to go close and touch his forehead which was still burning. “You’re still hot.”

I got off and called delivery. When it arrived, I prepared it right away and took it to his room. He was already sitting in the bed and was looking coldly at me.

“Ahmm. Eat it. I called your favorite restaurant; I know you won’t like to eat my food.”

“Just put It down.” He said coldly.

“Here’s the medicine too,” I said lowering the tray to where he sat.

When I turned to Wilson, he was looking at my arm. I hid it. “I-I’ll be outside if you need me.”

“Olivia.” I stopped at the exit door and looked at him. “It’s… it’s nothing just get out of my room.” He said.

When I closed the door, my cellphone rang immediately. I quickly took it out of my pocket. I hurriedly answered that when I saw who the caller was.

“H-Hello, Pa?”

“You’re so useless! You let Wilson get sick! That’s all you have to do yet you didn’t do it well.” His angry voice came at me I felt like crying.

“No. He he just went home and dropped-“

“You’re still making excuses! The general meeting has to be canceled! You are worthless! An ingrate! A pest!” Tears fell from eyes as I took all the painful words he said to me.

“P-Pa—“ He couldn’t let me explain more and he just cut off the call.

I took a deep breath and calmed the feeling. I caressed my burnt skin and asked myself, am I still flawed?