My Husband Hates Me

My Happiness

Sophie's Point Of View

Until Marcos went away, I couldn't take my gaze off him. There's something unique about him that makes me want to call him back.

I never wanted him to depart. Just the few minutes I spent with him, I felt like a happy person again. He rekindled the happiness in my soul. He was the lost vibe I needed.

“Has he left?” Katie ran to the living room and stunned me.

“What's the matter with you? How would you act in that manner?” I berated her. I was so engrossed in Marcos that I never saw her running.

“Yes, he has left.

Guess what? We just closed the contract. He vowed to forward the paperwork to my mailbox,” I informed Katie.

Her happiness knew no bounds.

One would think she owned the deal.

“What will you do about him?”

Katie asked me after.

“Do what?” I averted her interrogation like a virus and motioned to the mini bar to grab a bottle of liquor.

I turned small inside a glass. I was about to have the first shot, when Katie grabbed the glass from me.

“No liquor, please.

For your health. When did you start drinking? This isn't my boss,” she scolded me like her kid.

I wanted the liquor to stop myself from tripping lustily for Marcos. I don't want to push myself at him and look so desperate. If he desires me, he should come clean to me.

“Enough talk about Marcos.

I just want to pay attention to the contract,” I told Katie and dashed away to my room.

That was the very least I could do to avert more interrogation. Katie was beginning to dig further. I wasn't sure how long I wanted to avoid her inquisition.

I switched on my phone after reaching my room, and the first call I got came from Sebastian.

“Oh no?” I flared up.

Marcos has made me excited for the first time In years. I'm afraid that Sebastian might steal that excitement from me.

He won't stop buzzing my phone.

My head was empty. I can't even think right to save my life. I know how stubborn Sebastian is. He won't quit calling until I pick the phone.

“What do you seek?” I yelled at him. I couldn't handle his pressure.

“What made you delay answering the phone? Are you now avoiding me?” Sebastian screamed at me.

At that point, joy left me.

What I had left was worries, disappointment, and sadness.

I failed to speak.

I kept looking at my phone.

Entertaining his rage would only affect my healing process. Marcos made me feel great again. He was my therapy.

I'm scared that I might faint again if I remain on the phone. He certainly knows how to make me sad.

“What do you seek, Sebastian? I am not ready for your troubles right now. I have pending activities right now,” I told Sebastian. I never anticipated anything good from him.

I know he could have a handful of problems. Regardless of how ruthless Sebastian was, I wanted him to inquire about my recovery. I can't tell if he still remembers that I was discharged.

“You got pending issues in your head by harbouring your lover into our matrimonial home?” he accused me.

“What the heck did you just spew?” My anger boils up. I opened my ears astonishingly. It took me some moments to know that.

“You heard me well, didn't you? The fact that I was absent doesn't give you the right to transform our home into a lounge. Can you please regard the marriage?” It took me a while to understand that he was referring to Marcos.

“It's Marcos, our new business partner.

He came to close the deal.” I revealed.

“Oh, Marcos?” His voice suddenly faded at the talk of Marcos. Now he understands what it feels like to be cheated on.

I was happy that Sebastian was able to understand the pain I endure when he cheats on me. Unfortunately, he can't take what he does to others.

“I apologize, okay?

I didn't intend to vex you. I received a call from the estate management that a stranger was at the house. I just wanted to be certain that it was for a good cause,” he apologised.

It feels like an illusion to me.

He barely says sorry. The world has to end soon. It's not an event I get to experience occasionally.

I refused to allow his plea to sink into my head because I knew it was fake. He did that under pressure. No level of plea could conceal the hurt in my soul.

“You know, Sebastian?

Maybe you are correct. I should start flirting with different men. I want to experience what it feels like to be snitched on,” I threatened Sebastian.

Despite how disheartened he made me feel, it's great to know that I still possess my confidence.

“You wouldn't dare do such a thing. Come on, we all know that's not taking place. You don't even possess the conscience for that,” Sebastian mocked me. He was so sure.

“Dare me?

Get the heck out of here, you disgraceful being!” I screamed at Sebastian and called the phone.

My day has been tampered with, all credits to Sebastian rage bait. I regretted ever answering the call.

Now the trauma lives rent-free inside my soul. I am not sure whether I will be able to live past it.

I guess I should just turn off my phone. I was doing great while my phone was off. The problem occurred when I turned it on.

As I was about to turn off my phone, a text appeared on my screen. I wasn't affected, knowing it might be from Sebastian. Letting up isn't his dictionary.

Another text appeared again. This time, I was inclined to open the text and to my surprise, it wasn't from Sebastian the way I thought. It was from Marcos. He just asked out for dinner at his place.

“Is this a joke?” I cleaned my hazy eyes to be sure it wasn't a hallucination. It turned out the text wasn't fake.

Marcos just knew how to appear when it was expected!

I hurriedly stormed outside to tell Katie about it. I bet she would be elated too.