His Unwanted Bride

01: Ah, King Of The Jungle Maybe.

01: Ah, King Of The Jungle Maybe.

Pity Party; Melanie Martinez.

I heaved a sigh as I watched Thea, the maid of the house, pick the clothes, one by one, from the floor which was covered with white marble tiles, and put them in the laundry's basket. I didn't need to ask any questions to know what was going on in her mind. Her facial expressions said it all, making me shift uncomfortably in distance. I folded my arms and crossed them on my chest while I inclined to the beige wall.

I watched closely though I knew would be better off in my room, watching the replays of 'Pretty Little Liars'. Or I could spend the free time perfecting my theories about A.D. But I chose to watch clothes of another woman being taken away from my husband's separate room. Husband's mistress. Thea grabbed the little red dress from the floor with disgust clearly written over her face. 

I instantly guessed the reason - the smell of liquor or cigarette never left the clothing since last night.

Eww.

Indeed, it wasn't the first time that such situations happened to produce in this huge house. She stepped some centimetres forward and this time she found the white shirt of her boss, lying lifelessly near the door to the latter's room. This time, she carefully picked it up and put it in the basket, expressing nothing. She couldn't say anything about his boss being an ass but if she could, she would have so much to say.

She was about to turn around and go when she looked at me with her sad green eyes. I struggled for some seconds to express happiness on my face but luckily, the result was a good one - a small smile, instead of tears, crept on my face, blessing my day with its presence.

"Ma'am, I mean, Rhianna," Thea smiled sadly after having corrected her sentence, "you're beautiful today, like always." And she walked away, before I could thank her for the compliment. She was the best thing that happened to me since I married. She was the friend I needed anytime of the day and who knew what to say to make me feel better. Thea would never let me down, ever, like my the whole world has.

It was hard for me to believe that I was actually married. It's been one month and nothing happened. No, not that I am talking about s*x or honeymoon. Never. I'm referring to the little things that a husband would do for his wife - making breakfast, dinners together, cuddles. My life lacked the cute romance I would dream of. All I can do is making perfect scenarios in my head but as you already know, I spend that time creating A.D theories. I wonder if it is Melissa. But Jason? Anyway, it ached my heart terribly to know that I meant only a burden to my husband. And, you know what made it worse? The fact that he never missed any opportunity to make me feel so - hurt, guilty and pained. 

A pearl-shaped tear rolled down my cheeks, expressing regrets and misery. There are more than to what he thinks there is. He is oblivious to many things.

I wasn't at fault if this wedding occured, but yet guilt ate me up - Aaron expected me to refuse to this bond while others wanted me to agree to it. I felt guilty because imy decision still made one person unhappy and i was barely in control of my own life.

Oh, my husband's father and mine are the friendship goals we find on tumblr. They have been friends since they were nine. Together, they rocked their late fifties! One day, my father-in-law must have hit his head against a running bus for he received the idea of getting his dear son married to his best mate's daughter. 

Based on my assumptions, I think my dad must have hit his head against the wall numerous times that day, for he agreed to the idea being presented to him.

Or so I thought happened. But as you grow, you learn that behind-the-scenes count more than what has been presented.

The news was announced to me and my husband at a dinner table, on the first of April. The irony. I thought it was one of the best April's Fool's joke, but it wasn't. However, my life became one of the best comedy show you could ever watch, after the marriage. I usually laugh at how pathetic I was being, living like his unwanted bride.

But I have no other choice. If I would return back home, mum would scold me for giving up on the wedding bond. And dad would be disappointed in himself. And the rest that would follow would not guarantee a perfect harmony and a happy ending. 

I had to be stronger and try to make this wedding work. I could try though we hardly had any mutual feelings which gave off positivity, warmth and affection. I couldn't allow myself to be the reason why nothing good happened. Life is about not giving up. It is continuously trying. And I was done fighting with life. The battle was against myself now. And I had to win somehow.

I bit my lips slightly, thinking more and more. Thoughts raced in my mind but they all lost against my heart. Meanwhile, my tummy roared with anger. I forgot to have breakfast. Instantly, I glanced at my watch and saw it was ten past eleven o'clock. 

My eyes widened in shock. He must have already woken up! His alarm on Sundays rang at eleven. Thea, or the butler, Ray, should've brought his breakfast already though. I frowned, puzzled why they were late. However, I didn't care. 

I was about to rush back into my room to not see him but at that very moment the door which was across me was opened.

I froze in my spot, and watched him make a step out of the room, wearing his grey pyjama pants. His chestnut brown hair was in a mess, making him appear not only cuter but younger as well. Dark circles danced under his eyes and this made his hazel eyes appear dull. I was snapped back to reality when a yawn escaped his mouth. He then looked around and how I wanted to be invisible right away.

The frown on his face became more and more obvious when his eyes fell on me. He clenched his fists and struggled to keep his calm. It was this bad, ladies and gentleman. I always seemed to wake the fury in him, all by showing him my face.

"Babe," A female voice called out from inside his room. I couldn't make out whose voice it was because I faintly heard it. But it was definitely a woman he found somewhere.

Without losing time, he went back into him room and slammed the door behind, assuring that it made the loudest sound possible. I jumped, even though I knew I should have expected such a drama. It wasn't the first time this happened. But it wasn't the worst.

And there goes an angry morning s*x.

By my husband.

With some woman he found.

I was gradually getting used to him bringing other women at home. I tried to talk to him two weeks ago. But it bore no fruits at all. Instead, he would bring more and more w****s in the house to show me that my opinions never bothered him at all.

I craved a fairytale life - the one with prince charming. But all I found was the beast. The egoistical beast who cared about himself (and his parents, at times). It was not the wedding life that you would imagine of, but I was determined to set everything back on the right tracks. It demanded a lot of perseverance and effort, which I was willing to give the most I could. There was a reason why I couldn't say no to getting married to him and that reason wanted the wedding to work.

I remember.

But the beast wasn't aware of promises. He knew the basics and felt like a king.

Ah, king of the jungle maybe. The stupid and crazy king who knows nothing but to order around and pester his subjects. Or a gorilla king who -

"Shut up, Rhianna," his morning voice shook me up, sending my thoughts back into the depth of my mind. I gulped, realising that I just muttered the notion of gorilla king and all aloud and he may have heard me call him stupid. He crouched himself near the door of his room as he tied his shoe lace. Someone's going to jog, I see.

I shrugged.

He was still a stupid and lame gorilla, no matter what.

Aaron, the -

"Stop mumbling!"