I am not coming with you
920 Words
Cambrik’s soft footsteps echoed in the tension-thick air as she descended the grand staircase of the Hawt mansion. Her face was pale but set with determination, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, as though trying to shield herself from the storm brewing below. Otthen’s booming voice, filled with rage and venom, had been slicing through the air, tearing into Solen, and she couldn’t bear to let it continue.
This wasn’t home. This wasn’t a place where Otthen could unleash his fury unchecked. Not here. Not in front of someone who didn’t deserve it.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Otthen’s gaze snapped to her, his burning eyes locking onto hers like a predator spotting its prey. His chest heaved with the force of his breathing, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if barely restraining himself.
Cambrik stopped a few feet from him, her posture rigid, her chin raised. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice cold but steady, though her heart pounded furiously in her chest.
Otthen’s lips curled into a snarl, his voice lashing out like a whip. “What do I want? I want you to come back home with me. Now.” He took a step toward her, his presence looming. “Didn’t I f*****g tell you that we’d talk in the morning? And you—” He gestured wildly, his voice rising. “How dare you leave like this? Alone? Like a f*****g w***e?”
Solen flinched as if struck, his eyes widening in shock, his fists tightening at his sides. The room seemed to freeze, the sheer audacity of Otthen’s words hanging in the air like a slap.
Cambrik’s face drained of color, but she refused to flinch. Her arms tightened against her chest as if holding herself together. “After everything you’ve done to me,” she said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion, “all the neglect, all the carelessness about our marriage—” She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. “That wasn’t enough for you? And then last night, Otthen... I saw you. I saw the rest with my own eyes.”
Otthen’s anger boiled over, and he roared, his voice raw and primal. “I don’t f*****g care what you saw or what you think you understood!” He advanced on her, his expression twisted with fury. “I don’t owe you any goddamn explanation. Who the hell are you to question me? Huh?”
Cambrik’s heart clenched painfully in her chest, but she stood her ground. Her voice cracked as she shouted back, “I’m your wife, Otthen! Or have you forgotten that?”
The words hit him like a spark on dry tinder, reigniting his rage. “If you remember that you’re my wife,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, “then don’t you f*****g know how to act like one? How to stay at home and mind your damn place?”
Cambrik’s lip trembled, but her fury began to eclipse her fear. She took a step closer, her fists clenched at her sides. “Mind my place?” she echoed, her voice rising with incredulity and anger. “You think I should just sit quietly while you—”
Otthen interrupted her with a snarl, cutting her off like a blade. “How dare you step foot out of the house! And now, here you are, taking shelter in my business partner’s home, of all places? Like you had no other way to humiliate me further? To drag my name, my family’s name, through the mud with your reckless, stupid actions?”
Cambrik’s eyes burned with unshed tears, but her voice rose, trembling with anger and pain. “You humiliated yourself, Otthen! You humiliated me—our marriage! I’m not the one dragging anything through the mud. That’s you! Every time you treat me like I’m nothing, like I don’t matter, you’re the one ruining us!”
Solen, who had been standing silently, his jaw clenched, finally stepped forward, his voice cutting through the escalating chaos. “Enough, Otthen.” His tone was sharp and unyielding, filled with barely contained fury. “You’ve said enough.”
Otthen turned on Solen, his fury now splitting between the two of them. “Stay out of this!” he barked. “This is between me and my wife!”
But Solen didn’t back down. “No, it’s not,” he said firmly, his voice steady but deadly serious. “Not when you bring it here. Not when you talk to her like this in my home.”
Cambrik’s voice, softer now but no less defiant, broke the momentary silence. “I didn’t leave to humiliate you, Otthen. I left because I couldn’t take it anymore. And if you can’t see why, then there’s nothing left to talk about.”
The words hung in the air like the final blow, and for the first time, Otthen seemed at a loss. His jaw worked, but no sound came out, his rage momentarily eclipsed by something else—shock, maybe, or disbelief.
Cambrik turned away, her shoulders squared but trembling as she walked back toward the staircase. She didn’t look back, but her voice carried over her shoulder, quiet but resolute. “I’ll decide when I’m ready to come back, Otthen. If I come back.”
And with that, she disappeared, leaving Otthen standing in the middle of the Hawt mansion, a man raging against the ruins of his pride.
- Writer
