Marriage In Hell
Sophie's Point of View
The day begins like any other. I hear a knock on the door, which causes my heart to beat faster.
I leaped out of excitement only for my joy to be crushed to the rocks.
Katie’s head popped through a hole in the door. “Good morning, ma,”
She asked with a wide smile. “Ready to begin the day?”
“Not yet,” I replied and shut my eyes.
I heard her laughing and shut the door quietly. A few minutes later she sat on the bed and anticipated me to open my eyes.
“We have to leave now,” she said after a few minutes.
I squinted at the clock on the wall and yawned in fatigue.
“We may need to check the eatery and make sure it's set for dinner,”
Katie suggested. She won't stop talking even when I am not responding.
“I don't give a damn.
Any location is fine.”
I cut in and jumped out of bed.
“It’s your birthday, you should be elated.” She tapped my shoulder, trying to start a joke with me, but I wasn't buying it.
“What’s the essence!"
I frowned.
“Well," Katie sighed as she reminded me of my meeting with Mister Witt.
“Yet you ask why I'm sad. Even on my birthday, I’m still working while my husband is missing," I snapped.
“I don't know what to say right now,” she spoke quietly, and I chuckled.
“That makes us even,” I answered and dashed to the bathroom.
“I just want to get the day over by notifying the driver of my readiness,” I ordered Katie before shutting the door behind me.
I glare at my face in the mirror and hear as Katie leaves the room.
When she shut the door, I put on the tap, letting the water wash away my troubled head.
“Today is just a normal day,” I mutter.
My days haven’t proven to be the perfect ones recently.
I have reached that stage in my life where I don't expect too much from people anymore, knowing I'll be disappointed eventually.
“My damn birthday,” I muttered and entered the bathtub.
My birthday meant nothing to anyone but Katie for a long time, which makes it worthwhile.
“Where are we going first?”
I asked as Katie entered the room shortly after I left the bathroom.
“The meeting with,” she racked her head. “Mister Witt. That insufferable man,” I interrupted Sophie, and she laughed about it.
“Sure, that, and then we’re using the restaurant to see what arrangements are before we get ready for dinner," Katie answered, satisfying my curiosity about why the restaurant is a better option.
“For the second time, I’m not coming to the restaurant with you for the meeting, and that's it." I dashed her hopes.
I told Katie to handle the plans that needed to be completed while I headed back home.
Today, I don't feel like doing anything. I just want to lie on my bed.
“I’m not letting you lie in bed lazily," she frowned and preached to me about self-love.
I lost count of how many times she has told me that already. I'm tired of hearing her motivational quotes. Too bad she knows none of this.
I tweak my eyes, and she clicks her tongue against the shelter of her mouth.
A few minutes later, the driver showed up, calling for Katie and me.
Throughout the journey, Kate kept talking about the meetings and work-related stuff.
I paid no attention to her.
Where I sat, I kept wondering why Sebastian was yet to call.
My phone beeped. I thought he was the one. Out of curiosity, I picked up my phone only to see that he wasn't the one.
Angrily, I toss the phone away and stop thinking about him.
We got to the office, and I spent the next few hours attending meetings while Katie departed to ensure everything she had planned for the dinner went as planned.
I was thrilled that the hours had gone by without any fever of wanting to go home.
“We’ve got an hour to get ready for dinner,” Katie said in a calm voice as she walked into my bedroom.
My eyes widened as I chastised her for not knocking before entering.
“I'm sorry, ma'am," she apologizes and drops a bag onto the bed.
And when I asked her about it, she said it's my dress for dinner tonight.
“How many people are we expecting?" she asked.
I wasn't done with my response when she interrupted me, “Come see this."
She dropped her phone to place her fingers in some quotes. “It is your birthday dinner. The guests are the office, business partners, and their dates.”
“Everyone but the people I want to spend the day with,” I responded sarcastically and walked to the bathroom.
I had wanted to treat it as just another occasion I had attended in the past before.
Half an hour later, we sauntered into the establishment where Katie had made bookings. I looked around and nodded in consent.
“I said you'd do great at event planning,” I said to Katie, and she grinned.
“I knew you'd love it,” she answered, as though she knew that was exactly what I wanted to say.
I glance at the eyes of everyone seated around me.
It wasn't about them.
I was searching for one last important person.
The person I had been hoping to talk to all day was sitting at another table separate from mine.
“Sebastian Stan,”
My husband. It has got to be him. I never miss it.
My face darted up, and I started to move towards the table when I discovered a shocking revelation.
He wasn't the only one seated there. He's seated next to a lady. My eyes can't be misleading. I have seen this lady with him on several occasions.
I felt my stomach turn as he picked up his fork and fed her chicken from his portion.
It was one thing to be disgusted to know that the man cruising around town with a mystery lady had suddenly turned his wife into an isolated figure.
I may have married the worst person on earth without actually knowing that. Isn't it too early to be subjected to a doom?
