Loving the Cold Husband

Chapter 3

The wedding was normal and simple. Perhaps the officiating judge was aware of Tasha's real relationship with Carson Montero. They also had lunch at a high-end restaurant and then went their separate ways. However, in Tasha's case, she didn't go home with her family. Instead, she went home with Carson Montero, who was colder than ice. Earlier, she felt foolish expecting a "kiss your wife" moment, but the ceremony just ended without any such gesture. Her lips remained untouched.

From Oklahoma where she and her family lives, she traveled with Carson to Seattle City in Washington D.C., where her new spouse was based. The large company he managed was also located there. It seemed fine with them traveling in silence inside the luxurious car, both seated side by side in the back seat. In the end, she just slept during their journey. She only woke up when Caron's driver roused her. They were already in Seattle City. It was only then that she noticed they were in a parking area, and Carson was no longer beside her.

"Where's Carson?" she asked.

"He's already in his penthouse."

Penthouse? Did her new spouse live there? She had imagined a large mansion. She quietly followed the driver, who was also carrying her suitcase and belongings.

Tasha felt her soul trying to escape her body as the elevator ascended. The driver didn't bother to mention they were going to the fifty-first floor. Stepping out, she almost stumbled but was saved by Carson's driver. "Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Y-yes," she replied, despite she felt far from it. She just wanted to crawl on the floor.

The driver seemed unfazed, as if the ride meant nothing to him. It was like ascending into the heavens in a different way.

Carson's penthouse took up the entire floor. It was a spacious and elegant home. It felt like a king's place. A cold king to be exact, she thought.

As soon as she entered Carson's house, she plopped down on a nearby couch, shutting her eyes and rubbing her forehead.

"Remember, Tasha, be careful, okay?" her mom Gwyneth reminded her as they exited the restaurant where they had just eaten. It seemed like her mom was on the verge of tears because of her sudden marriage. She hugged her mom tightly.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine."

"Just give me a call if you need anything."

She nodded, even though she knew deep down she wouldn't do that. She didn't want to burden her parents with more worries.

"Mommy, please take care of Daddy. Please don't leave him," she pleaded. Her mom shook her head.

"I promise I won't." Those words brought her some peace of mind.

"If you need to rest, you can use our room."

That icy tone jolted Tasha awake, and there stood her husband with his charming face. But he seemed ready to depart.

"Where are you off to?" She asked as he headed towards the door, already changed. Carson glanced back at her.

"Do I really have to tell you where I'm going?" He responded coldly, leaving her momentarily stunned. "Yes, we're married. But that doesn't mean I have to act like a husband towards you. You know the real reason behind our marriage, right? It only goes so far," he said before walking away. She watched him leave, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

She didn't expect much more from him. In Carson Montero's eyes, they were legally married. She even bore his last name during those moments. The enigma of his persistent coldness towards her, despite her innocence, baffled her.

Couldn't he show her a bit of kindness?

She let out a sad sigh.

Eventually, she decided to explore the house, getting to know every nook and cranny.

When Tasha grew tired, she returned to the living room and hugged a throw pillow. Carson's penthouse, now her home too, was run by four household staff. The eldest among them, a woman named Esther, took the lead. Despite her age, she continued to serve Carson, almost like a motherly figure to him.

Tasha gazed off into the distance once more. It was their first night as a married couple, but her husband was nowhere to be found. Did he not care to get to know her? Was he only interested in the business aspect of their marriage? Carson, at twenty-nine, was seven years older than her, who had just turned twenty-two. His penthouse was stunning, but what good was it if he was as cold as ice?

This was the first time she had met her husband. She couldn't remember ever seeing him before, not even when she returned from New York University. She was eager to start working at Silva Textile, but her father insisted she wait until she turned twenty-three. He thought she deserved a break after focusing so much on her studies. Unlike her siblings, Nhiel and Sebastian, who chose to study close to home, she was the only one who went far away for school.

She considered waiting for Carson in the living room, but she was too tired. Instead, she made her way to his spacious bedroom, where she had been earlier with Nida, one of the house staff. She lay down on the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, exhaustion taking over.