MY WIFE
1186 Words
“It just doesn't make any sense. Why would he do that?” Louise lamented loudly.
I shrugged, silently eating a spoonful of the vanilla bit of my mixed flavor ice cream.
The other patrons of the ice cream place kept turning to stare at us, eavesdropping on our conversation. Between convincing Alastair not to make the trip down here and the handsome stranger that remained on my mind after I got home, I was too emotionally drained to care.
“I can't believe you wasted three years on an asshole like that. Some guys won't know good even if it walked up to them and slapped them in the face!”
I glanced at my phone. Still no word from Jason.
“He hasn't reached out,” I muttered with a deep frown. No matter how tough I tried to be, it hurt. It hurt really much. My head drooped. “I can't believe I'm so hung up on him. I'm such a fool.”
Louise stared at me with sympathy. “I think that's enough outside for one day. Let's go to your place and watch a movie or something.”
Without waiting for a response, she paid for our ice creams and we left the ice cream place. All the while she drove, I stared outside the car. The rapidly blinking lights outside made me want to go to a club.
“Club,” I muttered, a small smile appearing on my face.
“Did you say something?” Louise asked.
I shook my head. My phone pinged with a text. The car swerved dangerously to the right as Louise lost control of the steering wheel for a moment. Jutting her head out the window, she yelled apologies to the angry drivers who were honking behind us.
I took a deep breath and slowly glanced at my phone. Seeing the sender, my face fell.
“Is it him?” Louise asked.
I shook my head. “My landlord. He’s dropping by the house today and said that I have a guest.”
“A guest? It wouldn't be him, would it?”
I glanced at her. Louise understood the silent cue and immediately sped up. Within minutes, we were outside my house. Truly, there was a figure, sitting on the porch. Without waiting for her to pass me an umbrella, I shot out of the car in the rain.
Before I could close the distance, I stopped. What would I say? Did he come here to apologize? Would I take him back?
Suddenly, the figure straightened and I noticed that he seemed taller than Jason. Maybe it was the angle at which he stood.
When he stepped into the light, I stilled at the familiar, infuriating smirk on his face. “What the hell? How are you here?”
Lucas picked up the bouquet of roses on the floor and held it in front of him with an innocent look in his eyes. “I only wanted to see my wife. Is that so wrong?”
Suddenly, the rain wasn't falling on me anymore. I looked up and saw an umbrella above my head. “Wife?” Louise asked, looking at me with a wide-eyed expression. “What did you do in the Bahamas, Elena?”
“Nothing!” I yelled and closed the distance between Lucas and I. “What are…how long have you been standing here?”
Up close, I could see the drops of rain dropping steadily to his face from his wet hair. His clothes weren't too far behind as they clung to his body with all the moisture. Hearing my question, he avoided eye contact, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. It was a surprising sight; I didn't think there was a shy bone in his body. “Three hours.”
“Three hours?! Is there something wrong with you?”
“That is nothing if I get to see you,” he said with a soft smile.
My heart skipped a beat against my will. I felt like strangling him to death and strangling myself afterwards. “I'm not your sister or your girlfriend that you'd think of me so highly.”
“Of course, you're not,” he said.
I sighed in relief, glad we were on the same page. “Great. Now–”
“You're my wife. We are one now.”
I raised my fists to knock some sense into him. “You little–”
“Why don't we take this conversation inside, friends?” Louise said, herding us to the front door to escape the rain.
I glared at him as I opened the door. When he tried to follow me in, I reached past him and pulled Louise into the house before slamming the door in his face.
Slumping on the couch, I let out a frustrated scream. “So annoying!”
Louise settled beside me with an amused smile on her face. “You want to tell me who that is?”
“Just some guy I met at a club,” I replied vaguely.
“That shows up at your house and calls you his wife and you didn't call the cops? Spare me.”
I groaned, hating the disbelieving look on her face. “I did meet him at a club. It was the alcohol talking though.”
“What did you do?”
“I spilled about Jason and then, I asked him to marry me…”
“And he said yes.” I nodded and she burst into laughter. “I can imagine how quickly you ran away but…how did he find your house though?”
I stilled. “That's true.” I stormed to the door and threw it open. He stood there expectantly, holding the flowers and a small black box. I stared at the box in disdain. “How did you find my house?”
“If you take the bouquet, you'd know,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “It's attached to the note.”
I yanked the bouquet from his hand, searching for the note. His hand closed over mine and guided my hands to the centre where a small black note rested attached to my driver's license.
I can't believe I lost that.
Pressing my lips together, I smiled tightly. “You made your point. Goodbye now,” I said and slammed the door in his face despite his protests.
“You don't have to be so hard on him, you know.” My eyes narrowed at her ridiculous suggestion. She sighed. “Have you thought about Jason since you saw him?”
I blinked in surprise. Jason hadn't crossed my mind since I arrived home.
“See, the hottie over there might be a nice replacement. Besides, he knows what he's getting into with a woman who just left a relationship. I say you should go for–”
“No!” I walked to the trash can in my kitchen and dumped the flowers in it. “I’m done with guys exploiting my feelings.”
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