Chapter 3
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Two days gone, three hundred and sixty four days to go.
I ticked it on my calendar. Three hundred and sixty four days till my divorce.
You can do it Marie. You can
But gosh, how could I feel boosted when next year was a leap year..
Like, why on earth did 2024 have to be a leap year?
With a sigh, I collapsed on the bed.
Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea to have accepted his offer for a year.
An entire year.
What was wrong with me?
Why did he even need so long?
Could I really hold?
Maybe I can.
At least nothing horrible had happened to me yet, so as long as my sanity is intact, then I could live a year.
It's just the way this place didn't feel like home.
It always made me miss living in Louisiana with my mom. That felt like home.
Also, sometimes I wish I hadn't broken up with Cole all because of him.
Cole Orgen was my ex.
We weren't anything serious, just a few kisses, but he was a nice and sweet guy.
I recalled how hurt he'd been when I told him I wanted things to end. He'd asked me why, but I didn't tell him.
He left that day and that was the last time I ever heard a thing from him.
Sometimes, I wondered how he'd felt when he found out I'd gotten married to Henry and that it was the main reason I'd broken off our not-so-strong relationship.
The sound of my ringtone cut through my thoughts, startling a frown from me.
I reached for it where it laid beside me on the bed, and Charlotte's name popping on my screen transformed the frown to a small smile.
At least someone to talk with.
“Hey.” I greeted as soon as I answered the call, placing it on speaker.
“Hey sweetheart,” that bubbly tone she always possessed replied, “how're things going for you hon?”
“Well, physically, I'm sane, but if you're talking about mentally, then I need to get out of this nice prison yard I'm supposed to call my house.”
She chuckled, “prison yard,” another chuckle, “have you seen the rumors?”
“Rumors?” Ever since I'd been announced as Henry's fiancee, there had been billions of rumors about me.
Some were true.
Some were totally false, I always wondered where they got their information from.
“What is it about this time?” My tone was enough to express my eye roll.
She snickered. "It's true this time, but I'm surprised how they figured that out.”
“What?”
“That your marriage with prince charming is nothing close to being like every other marriage.”
I couldn't help but sigh.
“How do they know that?” Our marriage was something that'd been covered up from the media as Henry had said it could affect his bla bla bla status.
“I don't know.” I could see her shrugging, and probably applying makeup.
“This marriage is tiring.” I mean, marriage is supposed to be a sweet thing.
How did it end up being so frustrating?
“Oh hon,” her voice was distant from the phone, I would assume she was by her closet, searching for something to wear, “how about you come and we can have a single girls day with Caley.”
I chuckled, “but I'm not single.”
“Well, we'll imagine you're single.” She made it sound easy.
“Thanks, I'll be there.”
“See you then.”
Before I hung up, I heard Caley shout from a distance about something related to the door or something.
Weirdos.
Either way, I jumped to my feet, glad to have Charlotte nearby and somewhere to go rather than stay in this depressing house.
Maybe I needed to find a job to keep myself busy.
Rushing to the bathroom, I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, then hurried out wrapped in a white towel.
Then went to my closet, where, after a short search, I settled with a flared black knee length gown.
Throwing the towel off my body, I put on my black knickers and bra then the gown.
My gaze caught sight of my reflection on the mirror by the closer door, letting me in on how much of a mess my hair was.
Maybe I should've given it a quick rush.
But truthfully, I didn't really care since it was Charlotte I'd be visiting.
Hesitantly, I did a quick running of the brush through my hair then packed it to the back.
Lastly, I changed from my bunny slippers to a black one, then left the room to the parlor.
When I first moved in, it was a hassle to find my way around the huge mansion, but as time went by, I was able to succeed in that.
And so now, it hadn't taken much time to reach the parlor.
Just to be surprisingly greeted by the sweet smell I'd annoyingly gotten used to.
Henry's figure sat rested on one of the couches, a Henros laptop on a pillow on his lap which he typed on.
Why was he here?
When was the last time I even saw him home without heading to work?
He rarely stayed home, so this was unexpected.
Especially since he was dressed casually, which meant he probably wasn't heading to work.
A new and strange thing.
But I decided it'd be best to ignore him and head my way.
So I started towards the door.
No use trying to talk to him when he'd obviously not acknowledge my presence.
From all I knew about this man, he didn't like being disturbed.
Maybe that was why he was always so rude.
“Where are you going?” His voice made me come to a halt when I was just a few steps away from the door.
With a frown, I turned to him. “Why do you care to know?”
I didn't mean to sound so rude, I just wanted to know why he'd want to know where I was heading when he'd never actually cared to acknowledge my presence ever.
He seemed surprised by my tone because he stopped typing on the laptop, turning only his upper body to face me.
“I mean, why do you ask where I'm going?” I quickly corrected in a less rude tone.
He turned back to his typing. “Do you have to be somewhere important because I want to tell you something?”
Charlotte's place wasn't that important, and I was eager to know what important thing he had to say that made him actually start a conversation.
And probably stopped him from going to work.
What could it be?
“Not really,” I took slow steps towards him, unsure if that was the right thing to do.
Stopping at a very comfortable gap between us both, I stared at him though he didn't raise his head from the laptop.
“What do you want to say?” There was interest in my tone, because why would the man who rarely talked to me want to tell me something.
“We're going somewhere together next week.”
“Huh?” Now that wasn't what I'd expected to hear.
We hadn't gone out together in a year already.
What?
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