Marriage Contract with my Ugly Wife.

Heartbreak led him home.

CHAPTER 2.

Heartbreak led him home.

DONALD ANGELINI'S POV.

I kept on scoffing nonstop as I climbed the stairs that led to my apartment, which was on the upper floor. 'Is it a crime to save someone now?'

Just because I took pity on her parents and loved ones to save her, she had the guts to ask me for a marriage. How dare she? Where did she want me to put Britney then?

'Britney must hear this. She would be so mad that a dying woman proposed a marriage to me.'

I opened my apartment and entered, "Honey, I'm home!" I shouted to the hearing of my wife before dropping my bag and removing my dirty shirt to wash up.

But I halted midway, realising that no response came from my wife, "Honey!" I called again, but nothing.

I know for a fact that she was at home since the door was not locked, and everything in the room seemed normal.

"Babe, Honey!" I called again, a little frightened.

'What if she is kidnapped? Have I been detected? No, no!' I thought, but before I could take a step further, the bathroom door opened, revealing Britney who was wrapped in a towel.

I sighed in relief and raced to pull her in a hug, "Why the game? I was worried?"

"You shouldn't be," She told me and disengaged from the hug with an alienated look on her face, "We need to talk."

"Is anything the problem?"

"Yes. Donald, listen to me. I can't do this anymore."

I furrowed my brows, "Do what?"

"This marriage thing with you."

That was funny to me, so I laughed, dryly.

I held her hands, "You're kidding me, right? Tell me, what's the name of this new joke? Under the bob?"

She removed her hands from mine, "I'm not joking, Donald!" She spoke, flicking her hands in frustration, and I couldn't help but notice the ring tug around her finger.

I grabbed the hand to take a closer look at the finger. I frowned, "This is not the ring I gave you."

She took her hand away from mine and turned her back to me, "Yes, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm engaged with another man."

I took a few steps away from her and chuckled, "You lost me somewhere, Britney. I was not following."

"We've been married for months, and look at you. You have no hope for the future, you're poor, and you're unable to take care of me. All my friends are dating rich guys, but I blindly chose you.

"I was blinded by your love for me, and I thought that by now, we could have made it rich, but who am I kidding? You will never be rich enough to buy me everything I desire. You're a loser."

"Does that give you the gut to go ahead to accept another man's engagement when you're legally married to me? How does that sound to you?"

She bit her lower lip, "Weird. But all the same, not so weird."

I folded my hands together, seeing another person personifying my wife, "I'll not let you go, Britney. You're my wife and we can't be separated."

She scoffed and fetched an envelope on her makeup table. She stretched it to me, "There's no excuse for our separation that this paper will not correct."

I collected the sheet and hurriedly opened it.

"A divorce paper? Why? This is bullshit." I ripped the sheet apart immediately and squeezed up the ripped paper. "I'm very signing that." I deadpanned.

Britney didn't spare me another glance, she walked to the wardrobe and began to search through it, probably to fish out a dress to wear, but none of that was my concern. I was scared of not dreaming since everything about the change in Britney felt like a dream to me.

It all felt like a nightmare.

Britney was a woman I love and out of all the women who fancied me, I chose her because of my love for her, and now, this? No. No way in hell am I signing that sheet.

"Britney," I called her and pulled closer to her. I raised my hands to hold her shoulders, but I dropped them back to intertwine them together to show her how serious I was with my words, "Britney, please, let's calm down and talk."

"I have nothing to say to you, Donald. I hate you, and that's it."

"But... I love you. Think of everything we've done together. I left my family because they hate you, I chose you over them! I work the hardest jobs I could do just to renew your wardrobe. I got humiliated, beaten and got some scars because I was protecting you. I took a hit for you before....."

She angrily cut into my words and jolted her eyes to me, "I never forced you to do any of that for me. You did it voluntarily, and I hated that you did it. I never forced you to choose me over your old man, you did that voluntarily, too, so stop with the guilt trick. It's not working on me!"

I hushed and froze. I couldn't move any part of my body.

I have never for once imagined a day like this to come. I thought Britney and I would last forever, and I put my all into my marriage with her.

I couldn't remember the last time she raised a dish by herself. I have always been the one to do everything in the house after work, and that was because I loved her.

'It's all a dream.' I comforted myself, though my eyes were itching with unshed tears. 'Chill Donald, it's a dream.' I repeated.

I shut my eyes, and pain piqued my heart, realizing that this was no longer a dream. My wife was seriously leaving me. She was breaking our marriage vows, 'In riches and wretchedness.'

I couldn't allow her to leave me, so I hugged her from behind, preventing her from wearing her dress or taking another step away from me.

"Please, don't go. I'll work harder and make more money, just don't leave me. Please, my love."

I was forced out of the hug with a harsh pull, and the next was a heavy punch on my face. A punch which blinded me and got me rolling on the floor.

A voice screamed around the room, saying, "How dare you hold my fianceé like that ?!"

I forced my eyes open and gently pulled my hands away from my bruised cheek. My eyes landed on a man about my height, he was glaring down at me with his eyes blazing with untold anger.

I don't know him, nor have I seen him before, so his sight and anger were a mystery to me.

I stood up from the floor, sucking the blood which escaped from the cut in my inner cheek, and I faced him, "I don't think I know you." I spoke as calmly as I could.

"I'm not expecting you to know me. A thing like you cannot know me. Never." He yelled out at me, who was still finding everything hard to believe.

He pulled Britney towards his body, holding her by the waist, he declared, "She's mine now, and I don't want you anywhere close to her anymore. I don't share."

It was not so hard to understand what was going on after hearing his clarification. He was Britney's new fiance and I had automatically become an ex to her even with the divorce paper unsigned.

My heart rose with renewed pain as I saw my wife slipping away from my grip, and she was gladly being claimed by another man when I was right there, watching, unable to do anything.

The pain from the punch I received from the man, whose name I didn't care to know, became meaningless to me. I cringed. I lost.

I was not the type who cried or fought over spilt milk. If Britney had been a little bit reluctant to leave with the man, I should have fought for her and then returned to my family to claim back my rightful position, just to show Britney just how rich I could be, but no, she was all smiley with him, and that annoyed me.

I regretted everything I endured because of Britney. The pains from humiliation, the wasted months I spent with her. Everything. I hated it.

I saw no reason to wait in a place where I was not wanted, not when I had given up on love and endurance.

I should go back home with my remaining pieces. I was sure my family would hate me as much for turning my back on them but I was sorry for leaving them.

I gently moved away from the two adults in the room and pulled out a shirt from the wardrobe, and then I moved out of the apartment after wearing the shirt. I pulled out the ring which tugged my finger, and I threw it away, putting an end to everything I started with Britney.

I climbed down the stairs soullessly, like a ghost, not looking at where I was going, though I held the rails to steady each step I took since my eyes were blurred with unshed tears. They itched for escape, but I didn't give in to the pleasure of letting them out. I won't cry for her. Never.

I picked out an old-looking phone from my pocket and dialled a number on it, "Pick me up immediately." That was a command and I hung up without listening to the response of the receiver.

I got out of the building and just immediately, a car raced towards me and stopped before me. Two men rushed out and halted before me, "Boss, we got your call."

I nodded and blinked my tears away, "Take me home."

They nodded with a smile.

The journey home was a lengthy one and I almost dozed off before we arrived.

I stared at the mansion, and even after months, it remained the same. I entered and met the maids and guards running hecter-sketers.

"Master is back!" They were whispering and those who saw me bowed, unable to look me in the eyes. "Welcome back, master."

I stared away from them and made it to the sitting room where my parents were sitting with my brother. Younger brother. It was obvious they heard about my return and they were waiting for me to show up.

I halted and stared at my family. None of us said a word to each other. We were just talking with our eyes, and the glares the three of them were casting my way screamed of their anger.

At that time, I felt like the prodigal son.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, like that could change anything, but at least, it got my mom up from her seat.

She took slow slides towards me and when she made it to a hand-shot, she imprinted her palm on my face harshly. "You this ungrateful child, why are you back?!" She yelled at me.

My eyes showed with my tears returning, and slowly, I sniffed them back in. I gave my mom no time to reason further, I pulled closer to her and hugged her. I began to sob on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm sorry."

My Mom began to cry and she hugged me back. She began to tell of all her pain when she watched me choosing a beautiful wrong part but then expressed her joy that I realized early and returned home. If only she knows.

I moved out of my mom's embrace and faced my Dad, who was a big stony man. I knew he would never forgive me. Never.

"Stop staring at me expectantly, I gave out your inheritance to your brother. He is more useful to me than you are." He stood from his seat and walked away from me.

My heart dropped and I was filled with regret. I opened my mouth to talk, but I couldn't say a word, knowing that I just lost everything I owned.