Married with the Brokenhearted CEO

Chapter 6 "Six Months Later"

It’s been six months since Chadwick and Adira tied the knot. Since that day, Adira has had one desire from her husband: to convince him to have s*x.

"Can I sleep in your room?"

"Let’s make out."

"Let’s sleep together."

"Honey, let’s have sex."

The first month of living with Adira was pure hell for Chadwick. A hell from which there was no escape.

Adira relentlessly asked him for s*x every single day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. It became a daily task for Chadwick to turn her down. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Eventually, after months, Chadwick grew accustomed to her antics. It became routine for him to reject her, just as it became routine for Adira to face rejection. Yet, the determined woman never knew when to quit.

Just like tonight, Adira entered his room to make the same request once more.

"Darling," Adira called out, standing by the bed where Chadwick sat. She wore a shiny, thin silk nightdress that left little to the imagination. If she stood under the light, her undergarments would be clearly visible.

Her stunning figure, as enticing as it could be, could easily captivate anyone who laid eyes on her. It wasn’t just her hourglass shape that was impressive, but also her doll-like features and skin as pale as jade.

"Can you make a baby with me tonight?" Adira asked so openly, as if she were selling candy in a bustling street.

Now, here’s the question.

Has Chadwick truly gotten used to Adira’s antics after six months?

Absolutely not.

He may be familiar with her propositions, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it.

Chadwick seized the pillow and tossed it to his wife. Given Adira's impressive agility and the fact that this wasn't the first time, she deftly dodged the flying object. The pillow struck an anime figurine, causing it to tumble to the floor.

Tak.

It shattered. The figurine broke into fragments.

Chadwick stared at his beloved figurine, his mouth agape as he recalled the lengths he went to acquire this collection.

"Just a reminder, I wasn’t the one who threw the pillow," Adira pointed out, noticing his pale face. She quickly exited the room.

As soon as she stepped out, Chadwick's voice echoed, "No! My favorite Saitama! This was really pricey! Argh!"

"I feel bad for him," she said softly.

However, that didn’t mean she intended to stop there. She was certain she would do it again tomorrow and ask the same question all over again.

Clutching the shattered pieces of the figurine, Chadwick took a few deep breaths before glaring at the door.

‘Adira,’ he muttered, cursing the name of his beautiful wife.

He knew the reason for his troubles was her.

Adira was nothing like the women he had encountered before. She was strong and assertive, a stark contrast to his ideal type. If only Adira were cute and innocent, perhaps they could have found common ground.

That’s all.

He couldn’t guarantee that he would ever see her as a woman, even if they grew close or if she tried to embody his ideal type.

Just the thought of the day he would fall for Adira sent chills down his spine.

Chadwick ran his fingers over the goosebumps on his skin and shook his head, as if to remind himself that it was best not to dwell on that terrifying possibility. He then let the shattered pieces fall to the floor and, with tears in his eyes, dashed to lock the door. He held onto the hope that Adira might return.

"She’s more frightening than a ghost or a serial killer," he muttered while leaning against the door.

Cradling his head, he trudged to his bed, dragging his feet behind him.

He sank down, exhaling, "Does she have even a hint of shame?"

Speaking of shame, he suddenly recalled Isa, who hadn’t come to see him since the incident six months prior.

Six months ago, Isa had come over to befriend Adira. The vase she brought had shattered, injuring her in the process. Chadwick had seen Isa and Adira together during the incident, leading him to wrongly accuse his wife.

Chadwick lay back on his bed.

As he stared blankly at the ceiling, memories of that night after Isa's visit flooded back.

Adira entered the house, and Chadwick rushed to greet her, as if he had been anticipating her arrival.

The moment he stood before her, he caught a whiff of the alcohol scent of alcohol on his wife.

Frowning, he asked, "Did you drink?"

Adira looked at him. She had consumed a lot, but she was not drunk; she was completely sober.

"I did drink," she replied.

Chadwick felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He believed Adira had turned to alcohol because of him.

"Is it because I accused you this morning?" he asked hesitantly.

Adira tilted her head, puzzled by his assumption that she had been drinking because of him.

"This morning," Chadwick said softly, "I blamed you wrongfully. I thought you were the one who broke the vase. I’m sorry."

Her mouth opened as she nodded, indicating that she finally grasped his meaning. She understood him, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was correct.

"I didn’t drink because I felt bad," Adira explained.

"What?" Chadwick replied quietly.

"I was just exhausted from work. I went out to unwind. It’s my way of coping."

Adira smiled and gently tapped her husband’s shoulder before walking past him. Puzzled, Chadwick grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Isa told me it wasn’t your fault. Aren’t you upset that I got angry with you? Don’t you think that’s unfair?"

Slowly, she turned to look at him. It was amusing; she felt like laughing at her husband’s words. If Isa truly wanted to prevent Chadwick from misunderstanding, she should have clarified everything from the start. But Isa didn’t, and Adira wasn’t keen on explaining that Isa wasn’t as nice as Chadwick believed.

"That’s why I said I was sorry. Yet you’re acting like nothing happened," Chadwick remarked.

Adira freed her hand from his grasp. With a smile, she asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

That question took Chadwick by surprise.

What does he want?

He wanted to say he was sorry. He already expressed it, but he feels terrible. It seems Adira doesn’t care and doesn’t even understand what he’s apologizing for. This made him feel like a horrible person, and Chadwick despises that.

"I already told you I don’t care," Adira replied.

"You’re right," Chadwick said with a chuckle. "And it looks like you’re not interested in my answer when you asked if I like Isa or not."

"Hmmm, yeah. That too," Adira responded flatly. "If you like another woman or want to bring her into this house, go ahead."

Chadwick felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over his head. He realized his wife had a knack for being frigid. She might speak sweetly, but her heart is made of stone. He would never be able to befriend a woman like her.

"So, honey," Adira said in a low tone. "You don’t need to apologize. I don’t want your feelings."

Adira glanced at him from head to toe.

"All I want is your body," she added. Then she turned and walked away.

Thinking back to that night, Chadwick frowned deeply. He licked his lower lip and bit it hard. Since that night, he became increasingly convinced that there was no hope for him and his wife to reconcile.

Chadwick looked at the door again. "I shouldn’t have agreed to this marriage," he murmured.

Meanwhile, Adira is in the living room. Sitting on the couch, she’s plotting how to persuade her husband to have s*x with her.

"The seductive scheme began six months ago," she whispered.

Six months.

It took her six months, but none of her strategies succeeded!

"But this isn’t the moment to give up," Adira reassured herself.

Giving in and surrendering aren’t in her vocabulary. Her last name may have changed, but she remains the unstoppable Adira from before.

After boosting her spirits, Adira glanced at her husband’s room, which is likely locked at this hour.

"That man is so annoying," she remarked. "At least, I’m hoping he’ll be kind on my birthday."

Adira couldn’t recall the last time she celebrated her birthday. She would prefer to shut herself in her office and work tirelessly rather than waste time on a celebration she deems pointless.

The celebrant doesn’t mind this, so only a handful know her birth date.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

"What if I could use my birthday to seduce the holy virgin jerk?" she pondered, a smirk forming on her lips.

She stood up again, ready to head back to his room and make her move. However, she paused when she heard the doorbell ring.

Adira turned to face the door of their home.

Only one person has ever dared to visit their home. If she’s correct, the peron who rang the doorbell is the same guest they had six months prior.

With a lack of curiosity, Adira approached the security screen.

Her guess was spot on.

After six months, Isa had returned.

‘I was curious why she hadn’t come back. Now I no longer have to wonder,’ Adira mused.

Six months ago, Isa had visited, claiming she wanted to apologize to Adira.

“What brings you here tonight?” Adira asked, humming slightly.

She looked up and guessed...

‘Please don’t tell me she’s here to announce that she’s pregnant. And that Chadwick is the father.’

That's... not so good. If that were true, she would divorce Chadwick immediately!

Adira didn’t care if Chadwick was seeing someone else. But having a child with another woman was a different story.

First of all, she had no desire to take care of another woman’s child. She had always wanted her own baby, but that didn’t mean she was ready to be a stepmother.

‘I shouldn’t answer the door,’ Adira resolved.

If Isa had come with baby news, she wouldn’t take on the responsibility of hearing it. So, Adira turned and headed towards her husband’s room instead.

She knocked on the door and called out, "Honey?"

Before long, Chadwick responded loudly, "Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone? Isn’t it enough that you broke one of my figurines?!"

"But he was the one who broke it," Adira murmured. She shrugged and said, "Come out."

"I don’t want to!"

"Oh really? Then I’ll let Isa know you’re not interested in seeing her."

Not even ten seconds went by before Chadwick opened the door.

"W-Who is it?" he asked.

He usually closes the door for his wife, but it seems he’s open to any conversation when it comes to Isa.

"Isa is here," Adira reiterated.

Like a flash, Chadwick dashed past Adira, even bumping into her by accident, causing her to stumble back.

"Ahh," she winced slightly, then watched as her husband rushed to the door and swung it open.

As soon as Chadwick opened the door, Isa stormed in. What happened next left Adira in shock.

"Oh my," Adira exclaimed as she saw Isa embracing her husband.

"Chadwick," Isa sobbed, holding him tightly.

Chadwick, unable to move or push Isa away, looked at her and whispered, "I-Isa."

"He’s such a bastard," Isa cried, burying her face in his chest.

As if he had no other option, Chadwick wrapped his arms around her in return. He gently patted Isa’s back as if comforting a child in his embrace.

It took him several long seconds to remember they weren’t alone.

‘Adira is here!’ Chadwick suddenly realized.

He quickly turned to his wife, who was watching them with an unreadable expression from the doorway of his room.

He couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad.

Who would be comfortable if someone witnessed her husband embracing another woman right in front of her?

Months ago, Adira assured Chadwick that she wouldn’t mind even if he had an affair. Still, Chadwick feels guilty and doesn’t want to hurt his wife like that. So, he placed his hand on Isa’s shoulder, ready to push her away. But…

“...”

Chadwick noticed his wife turning around and walking away, leaving them alone without giving him a chance to show her the respect she deserved.

‘What a wonderful birthday gift,’ Adira thought to herself as she returned to her room.