Intruder
667 Words
Sonia
The sun hit my face with a blinding intensity, making me groan as I buried myself deeper into the fuzzy blankets, hoping to escape the brightness.
Suddenly, Icy water crashed over me, drenching me from head to toe.
A strangled scream tore out of my throat as I flailed, blindly scrambling for safety, even though my feet had no destination. My heart galloped and my body shuddered as the cold crept into my bones.
And then, laughter. Roaring, stomach-clutching, knee-slapping laughter.
Adam.
That spawn of Satan.
“In this house,” he announced, a smirk curving his lips, “it is a crime for the husband to wake up before his wife.”
I moved on pure impulse. My palm met his cheek with a crack so sharp that even the walls flinched.
“You’re a mad man!” I spat with pure rage. “How dare you!”
For a split second, I expected retaliation. A frown, a glare, a hand rubbing his wounded pride.
But Adam… just smiled.
Come to think of it this was the first time I saw him happy. Yeah, my husband’s first genuine smile in front of me came at the cost of my misery.
Suddenly, his entire demeanor shifted. His playful smirk melted into something maniacal and scary causing me to stagger a little in fear
“I discovered something interesting in our marriage contract,” he said.
Wait. What?
I blinked, my hand still hovering mid-air. “What contract?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he gave me one last teasing grin, adjusted the cuffs of his dark tan red suit, and turned on his heels.
“Wait! Where are you going? Come back here and clean this mess you made! You drenched the whole bed!” I yelled after him.
“And what nonsense were you saying about the contract?!” My voice rose with frustration.
But all he did was casually walk out the door and slam it shut behind him.
I stood there, dripping wet, confused, furious and, against my will—uneasy.
What did he mean by that?
Later that evening, I stood in the kitchen, my hands deftly slicing through fresh vegetables, each chop echoing my silent frustrations.
“How in the world did I turn into a full time Housewife?”
A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.
Then the door swung open.
Not gently. Not cautiously. Deliberately.
Adams walked in, his presence slicing through the kitchen sharper than any knife in her hand.
She didn’t turn around immediately. But she finally turned, and the look in his eyes sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine.
“This is Janet,” Adams said, his voice smooth, casual and indifferent as he pointed and introduced me to a woman. An extremely beautiful woman!
She was poised, confident, wearing a dress that screamed wealth and an expression that was too damn comfortable.
“She’s my best friend.” He added.
I stared. Then blinked. Then stared again.
Before I could even process anything, he said the words that made my entire world tilt on its axis.
“You’ll be staying in a different room from now on. Janet and I need some privacy.”
I stopped breathing.
He didn’t even wait for my reaction. He simply grabbed Janet’s hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom.
I felt my fingers tremble. My throat burned.
“Wait, why am I even worried!” I tried to slap myself back into remembering that I hated Adam and shouldn’t care.
I heard footsteps going into our room. I heard drawers opening. I heard the sound of my things being moved.
My legs finally moved, carrying me upstairs, heart pounding, mind racing.
I reached the door.
And then I saw it.
My clothes, gone!
Janet’s clothes, hanging in my corner of the closet.
And Adam, standing there, his gaze as cold as ever.
And then, the door slammed shut in my face.
“Like, what the heck—"
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