When His Wife Return

Chapter 6

{Aurora's POV}

My parents were too busy talking to Lucas's parents that they paid no mind when I came back and sat down on my seat. A sigh of relief almost escaped my lips if only I didn't feel my husband's breath against my side

"You were with him, weren't you?"

"What?"

A sinister smirk appeared on his face. I felt goosebumps on my skin from the way he looked at me.

"At the bathroom. He left the second you stood up." He shook his head in disbelief, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "You have to be better than that if you'd like to keep your dirty little affair a secret."

I shook my head, mortified by his accusation. He had it wrong.

"W-we weren't having an—" I stopped when I saw Kael walking towards his seat with his signature impassive look. Our eyes met as he settled himself on his seat, and I felt the hidden warning that glinted in his dark eyes when he glanced briefly at Lucas, who was still leaning on my side.

I unconsciously distance myself from Lucas, which only gained a sarcastic chuckle from him

"Is something funny, Lucas?" His mother asked.

I stiffened but kept my eyes down.

"My wife was just telling me a joke, Mother. A very good...joke." I felt his stare, but I didn't move. "Right, sweetheart?"

I clenched my fist and slowly looked at him.

He had a smile, but his eyes carried such anger that struck fear through my nerves. I suddenly didn't want to go home with him later.

"Right."

The rest of the night goes on, but I remained silent. My thoughts kept going back to what happened at the bathroom, but then, it would get cut off by Lucas's face, smirking down at me. He might look amused, but the anger that blazed in his eyes says otherwise.

He shouldn't act like that. He was the one who cheated first. He was the one who didn't want to make this marriage work.

And then there's Kael.

Why was he acting like that? Does he think it's funny to put me in this situation? Was this a game to him?

I'd barely spoken to the guy, and we've only ever met twice. Two freaking times, and yet, he had the nerve to claim me as if I were his possession. Something that even my own husband has failed to do.

"I don't want to see you talking to that guy anymore, understood?"

Lucas barely looked at me as we entered our house.

My steps came to a sudden halt as I furrowed my brows at him.

"I told you, there's nothing going on between us." I bit my lower lip, afraid to raise my voice since his aura had been off even at the restaurant.

"I'm not stup/d, Aurora. I saw how he looked at you, and it was as disgusting as being put in this marriage with you," he growled.

I clenched my fist, wanting so badly to yell at him.

How dare he turn the table and put the blame on me when he practically showed off his mistress at the Heritage Ball?

I let out a breath to steady my raging emotion.

Calm. Composed. Classy.

"I. am. Not. With. Him," I said through gritted teeth. "If you don't want to believe me, then don't. It's not like anyone does anyway."

Then I left.

I'm afraid to see him lose his control and do something to me aside from cheating and spitting venom. Being put into a loveless marriage is enough. Turning it into an abusive one is another story.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Droplets of water cascade down my face, dripping against the sink. I don't know if it's just water or if it had been mixed with my own tears. I mean, why would I cry when I don't even feel sad? In fact, I can't feel anything at all.

It's only been an hour after we arrived home, but I know that Lucas had already left half an hour ago to God knows where.

I dried my face with a towel and went to bed as if nothing had happened. I didn't bother to leave any lights open despite hating the darkness swallowing me. Why should I hate it when it has always been my only company? Isn't it hypocritical of me?

I closed my eyes and forced myself to drift away from consciousness, but before my mind could fully stop functioning, I heard the faint sound of an engine outside. It doesn't sound familiar, and that realization made my eyes flutter open.

Someone's here.

If that car is from Lucas's girl, I swear I'm going to lose it.

I left the room and slowly made my way to the front door. The moonlight reflected through the window, so I didn't bother turning any lights on. Instead of opening the door, I peeked through the glass wall next to the door while making sure that whoever was outside wouldn't see me.

Whoever it was, I don't intend to get caught.

My brows furrowed.

A Porsche was parked outside. I've never seen it before. Keila couldn't have possibly just bought another car again, right?

I waited for another minute to pass, but still no sign of anyone. Just the car parked outside.

Feeling impatient and curious, I finally pulled the door open but instantly stepped back after I did, my eyes widening in surprise.

My mind freezes while my mouth drops open, but no coherent words come out.

"Surprise."

A familiar arrogant smirk greeted me. Eyes so dark it reminded me of the very thing I despised but learned to embrace anyway.

"Why'd you look so surprised, sweetheart? You think I can't invite myself to your home? That I'd be scared your husband would see me?"

I don't know why, but the first thing that came out of my mouth after I recovered was—

"My husband's not here."

He smiled.

Dimples.

The guy had dimples.

And no, it wasn't that taunting smirk he always wore. It was a genuine one—almost as if he was happy with my response.

Well, I wasn't. And neither with his presence here.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Russo? If it wasn't very obvious to you, it's late and I'm about to sleep." Not to mention that if Lucas saw him here, it'd give him more reason to accuse me of having an affair with Kael.

He didn't answer. He just stared at me. Not the kind of stare strangers give you when they walk past you on the street, or the way the other person smiled after you greeted them. It's the kind of look that burns and sees through your soul. And right now, it happens to be my soul.

"Your eyes are really pretty," he suddenly said, causing my heart to flutter. "Even when you're mad. It makes me wonder what they look like when you're happy. Especially when you are happy."

I gulped.

His words did something, but who am I to believe that it was true?

"W-why are you saying all those things to me?" I shook my head, feeling confused and torn at the same time. "Are you playing with me, Mr. Russo?"

"Call me by my name, Aurora. And no. If I'm just playing, I wouldn't come here just because I couldn't sleep with the thought of you sleeping in the same place as that @sshole. It's killing me."

His eyes. His unforgiving green eyes. A bit puffy and a little wider than usual, indicating the restlessness and stress behind this powerful man, but still, he couldn't look any better in my eyes.

Is this a sin?

To be attracted to another man this much while being married? Would I go to hell with all the lustrous thoughts running through my head whenever he was around?

I blinked and shook my head to clear my head.

"I'm married." I finally said the magic word. It was the very thing that ends whatever he has in mind, or so I thought.

He smiled, a dark one that made the hair on the back of my neck stand.

"If you think that can stop me, you have to think again, sweetheart."

I shook my head.

"You barely know me. We've met for, like, what, two, no, three times? And you suddenly have this ridiculous infatuation over me? A married woman of all people?" I let out a sarcastic laugh.

What he's saying is utterly bullshit.

"Oh, but I know you. And I've seen you. Not once, not twice, and especially not just thrice. I've seen you more than you'll ever know." He leaned down, closer to my face.

I held my breath.

"And it's not just a ridiculous infatuation, sweetheart," he whispered. "This." He gestures to the little space between us. "This is obsession."