My Husband Hates Me

Surprise Gone Wrong

Sophie's Point of View

“What’s happening here?” I asked as I moved to the table.

Katie’s voice faded into oblivion as Sebastian drifted his gaze to me.

I felt my heart beating faster as his reaction switched from relief to shock.

“Sophie," he stuttered and glared between me and the woman.

“I didn't know you’d show up.” He finished speaking and stood up.

I glared past him and took a glance at the lady who had drifted her stare, trying so hard to make herself noticeable.

“Are you gutted?” I said to her as she adjusted uncomfortably in her chair.

“Babe,” Sebastian said and held my wrist. “What do you think you're doing?”

I snubbed him and kept glaring at her.

Her red hair illuminated in the light as she kept her focus on the floor.

I got closer and stared at her dress. It looked like what I've seen before. My exact piece I have at home.

“I should be asking you the same question,” I answered and stood upright. I shoved myself away from him and scanned other guests.

Katie was giving a speech that had them applauding and laughing at what I hoped to be right jokes about me.

This wasn't the time to cause havoc, and quite frankly, I wasn't in the right frame of mind to disgrace myself anymore. Sebastian was doing a good job, as it were.

I said and smoothed my gown. “You could've been selected anywhere else to do this rubbish; do you have any shame?”

“Hey, there's no need to make a case over this. I’m out here with a friend, that's it,” Sebastian interrupted, and I laughed.

“A friend really? Why can't she look me in the eye?" I scoffed.

I was inclined to grab up the bottle of liquor on the table and spill it over his body.

“Stop! Stop!" He stops me again, this time holding his hand up.

“Anyone can be at a restaurant; I don't need to inform you where I’m going or be with." Sebastian bragged.

Not even an iota of apology from him. He spoke as though I offended him.

“Don’t be manipulative,” I retorted in an angry tone.

“Some of us have tasks to do. We can't spend all our lives out on dinner dates with," I added, while taking a few steps backwards to avoid his wrath.

“What does that mean? I work hard to put food on the table for you. What else do you want?" He played the victim card once again, making me want to apologize to him for actually doing nothing wrong. But in the real sense, he offended me.

I shook my head and looked at Katie, who was on the verge of completing her speech.

I couldn't pay attention to her speech, but I knew she was going to be focusing her gaze on me any minute now.

The last thing I needed was to have everyone witness my husband's promiscuous act at my birthday dinner.

“What is today, Sebastian?”

I asked.

“Thursday, I guess?”

He replied with uncertainty.

“Of course, it is,” I replied sarcastically and went away.

“I don't even know why I stress myself,” I said to myself and walked to the front of the room.

Katie's face flickered up as she spotted me coming to meet her.

As I focused on the crowd, I feigned a smile on mine. None of my business is Sebastian is a jerk.

Contrary to what Sebastian thought was happening on, he wasn't still financially buoyant to fund his lifestyle.

All he does is lavish it on parties, ladies, and frivolous acts.

While he toured different cities every weekend, I attended business meetings.

I made the partners enthusiastic about doing business with us.

I was fed up with doing it, but I have no choice. We just needed to keep the company up and running.

“Smile, child,”

I often repeat those words of encouragement to myself.

It's a reminder that I'm a strong woman and can't be forced into a depression.

My mother muttered, Said the same thing. I muttered a few words about how special the day was to me and how happy I was.

I wished I sounded as encouraging as I wanted to be.

For Katie's sake at least, because personally, I couldn't wait for the day to be done. I had witnessed enough, and I wanted to return home.

I concluded the speech by appreciating everyone for being there and wishing they'd have a good time.

A few hours later, we were standing at the door passing out souvenirs as the guests left.

I prepared myself to see Sebastian and his date as they strolled past. Suddenly, they disappeared into thin air.

I realized they had sneaked out of the establishment during the dinner party.

“That aged well,” Katie laughed as she closed the door and turned to look at me.

“Yes, you did well. Thank you, Katie,” I added and strolled to the tables and took charge.

“Why do I sense that you want to say something?” She asked, and I hissed.

“I don't know. Is there anything you need to tell me? Sebastian was on the guest list for the party? Were you aware he’d be here?” I replied, and she exhaled slowly.

“He’s your man.

He'd most definitely be present." She added.

I laughed and shook my head, “At least you're truthful with me.”

“You know I don't intend to sound like that,” she answered, and I shrugged.

“I’m not mad at you. You're accurate. I don't think he was present for the dinner though; he didn't even recall my birthday,” I said, and she lowered her stare.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that; if I could’ve stopped it, I would've,” she said, and I stood up.

“Perhaps, I may need to exempt him from the lists for any plans that revolve around my life.

Desert the meetings; he never comes to those,” I said and walked to the door.

“Let’s head home; I’m going to be sick,” I added and exited the room.