Give Me Back My Husband

Wore His Shirt

POV: Olivia

After the elaborate wedding reception that hosted all the cities elites and billionaires, Dom announced that it was time to go home. I was led by his guards to one of the cars in his convoy while he rode in the wedding Limousine with his kids. The mansion felt alive, almost like it didn’t want anyone making noise inside. Its long hallways went on and on, filled with the same soft gold colors and dark wooden details, as if the builder had made endless doors just for fun.

Dominic didn’t stay to show me around, he quickly rolled away as soon as we stepped inside. He left with his kids, leaving just a soft sound of his wheels on the marble floor. I sat in the living room, waiting for him. I didn’t see anyone around, I have no one to talk to or ask for directions to our room. So I wandered, just a quick tour, I whispered to myself.

I told myself I wasn’t lost, I’m just touring, drifting through a house that did not want me. I kept walking and walking, hoping to find my way back to the living room. But I couldn’t find my way back, I didn’t even see a maid or anyone to ask for directions. I knew in my heart that I was lost in this mansion, and I don’t have my husbands number to even call him. By the time I stumbled into a bedroom that looks like the masters bedroom, I smiled in relief and said a silent thanks to God.

The room smelled faintly of cedar and expensive loneliness. But I smelt him here, I felt his presence in this room despite it’s emptiness. The bedroom design is so bold and manly. The decor of beige and cream makes it welcoming and warm. The furniture screams luxury and wealth. I fell in love with everything about this room. Even the walk-in closet looks perfect and luxurious. Say anything about Dominic, but the guy sure has taste and class.

I struggled to get out of my wedding dress, letting it pool around me like a defeated throne, as I peeled myself out of it. I finally signed in relief as I walked naked to the bedroom. No audience. No fake smiles. No twin to impersonate, and definitely no mom to make me feel like a damn loser. It’s just me, skin prickled from nerves and silence. The bathroom offered warm water and a brief moment of peace and silence to think. I felt relieved after a warm soak in the bathtub. By the time I stepped out, the scented water sliding down my shoulders. Then I realized the towel rack was empty, not even one towel or robe. Who lives in a massive mansion with no towels?

“Fine,” I muttered.

“Walk-in closet, quick dash. No one’s here, I’ll be in my nightie before he shows up.” I put my ear to the door and listened for any sound in the room first, making sure he wasn’t there. Steam followed me as I pushed the bathroom door open, and when I stepped out of the bathroom, the world snapped in half before my eyes.

Dominic sat there. Still. Regal in the way a storm is regal before it tears roofs off houses. His wheelchair’s chrome frame caught the light, but his blind eyes didn’t. They were fixed forward, unreadable, yet somehow drilling into me. I froze. Breath tangled.

“He can’t see, he’s blind. I just have to sneak into the walk-in closet and find something to wear. He can’t see me, he would never know that I stood naked before him.” I whispered to myself and tried to tiptoe out of his presence.

“Really?” he asked me, taking off his glasses to reveal a set of sea green eyes that were fixed on my nude body.

“I’m twenty percent blind and forty five percent cripple. The light and sun during the day time is a problem, but trust me, I can see and walk a short distance if I wish to,” he lets out fiercely, eyes still fixed on me. Words broke apart before reaching my tongue.

“I thought... Mom said... They thought...”

“Of course your greedy parents never bothered to read the hospital reports after my accident, they never even bothered to ask me how I’m doing. All they f*****g care about is my f*****g money!” he lets out angrily.

“If they had read the reports, they would know that I’m not fully blind and cripple. My next surgery would fix what’s left of my injuries and I’ll be perfect again. But they don’t know that, do they?” he asked in a condescending tone, looking at me from my face down. I felt shajefor my family.

“I… the... I just... I couldn’t find the...”

“You thought you could seduce me, didn’t you?”

His voice cut through the room—sharp, serrated. The kind of sound that leaves a bruise.

“You filthy whore.” He swore under his breath. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers curled against my damp skin as though that would shield me from the blast of his harsh words. He scoffed, the sound a deep, bitter scrape.

“I’ve heard all about your lovers. How you offer yourself to the highest bidder like a cheap whore.”

“That’s not...”

My throat failed me. I couldn’t make a complete statement.

“I married you as a favor to your father,” he went on, each word heavy with disdain. “And to shut the media up before they spin my personal life into another circus.” He lifted his chin, cold authority radiating from him like winter heat.

“Stick to the contract.” He ordered making my heart jump in fear.

“And stay the f**k out of my room.” He added, keeping up with his condescending look. His final words struck like a door slamming in my chest. Somewhere in the mansion, a clock ticked, a quiet, merciless reminder that this was only the beginning. I stood there, dripping, breath trembling, realizing the terrifying truth. I hadn’t replaced my twin sister to escape humiliation, I had just stepped directly into a different kind of fire. One that would consume me whole if I let him push me around like mom and Sophia did.

For a heartbeat, the world stayed still, just the whisper of my breathing and the faint mechanical hum of Dominic’s wheelchair. I clutched my arms around myself, a poor shield against the venom he’d spat, and for a strange moment I am glad that he could see me. Maybe now he’d know I am not the woman he imagined. Maybe he’d notice the fear. Or the hurt I’m feeling.

“I didn’t come here to seduce you, never even thought about it,” I told him I managed to sound bold, though my voice trembled.

“I was just lost.” His jaw tightened, clearly shaken by my boldness.

“You’re in my room!”

“By mistake!

It was an accident...”

“Nothing you do is accidental.” His tone turned colder, the temperature dropping as though the room obeyed him. “If you think I’m stupid enough to fall for whatever performance you planned, spare us both the spectacle. Don’t humiliate yourself.” He warned.

“Oh, please, Dominic. Look at all this stuff,” I let out boldly, shamelessly showing him my body.

“If I wanted to seduce you, trust me, you’ll be begging me to ride you already,” I told him, Heat rising in my cheeks.

“I don’t know why you feel wronged by my family, but I want you to know that I don’t want anything from you,” I said softly.

“Not your attention. Not your affection. And definitely not your money and nasty assumptions. And least I forget, Dom. This is our room, not your room anymore. The contract says no touching no kissing and no s*x. It never said I would be made to sleep in the guestroom.” I let out boldly. He let out a humorless laugh, his eyes glaring condescendingly at me.

“Don’t test my patience, young lady. I can be quite dangerous when pushed to the wall.” He warned.

“Oohhhh, I’m so scared,” I retorted sarcastically. I was out of his face before he could finish that sentence. I went into the walk-in closet to get an outfit, but I couldn’t find any of my things there. I spotted a grey sweatshirt lying around, so I picked it up and put it on. I ended up wearing his shirt that barely covered my round ass and walked out of the closet.

I didn’t see him in the room and I thought he was in the bathroom. I know he doesn’t want me touching him, so I lay on the bed, playing with my phone. Suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside and the guards came into the room without knocking,

“Ma’am, we were ordered to escort you out of the boss’s room.” They said firmly. I could not believe my ears, I could not believe that he would ask them to kick me out. I turned to glare at the guards, waiting for him to show up. But he didn’t come in, he was right outside the bedroom, waiting for me to be kicked out of the room before he comes inside. I decided to Provoke him even more.

“Dominic, I know you are out there. If you want me out of your room, you can as well order your guards to retrieve your sweatshirts that I’m putting on, or I can take it off right now,” I let out loud enough for him to hear.

“Don’t you f*****g dare!” he growled furiously and came rushing into the room on his wheelchair. I was standing in front of his guards, clutching the sweatshirt, ready to take it off. His eyes landed on my ass and he almost turned red in anger.

“Jesus Christ, Sophia!

Have you gone mad?

Are you on a mission to drive me insane?” he growled furiously.

“Get the f**k out of here before you lose your eyes for staring at my wife’s ass !” he ordered the guards, sending them running out of the room.