CHAPTER SIX
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MIRA’S POV :
“ No. No. Never! You're not the father of my child Damien. “ Shaking my head profusely, I looked at my husband.
“ Anthony I promise you, you're the father. I don't know him! “ Tears ran down my eyes as I wondered the consequences of Damien’s actions.
“ Mira, who. Is. The. Father. “ Anthony stared dead at a portrait hung on the wall.
“ Anthony, t-the ring- “
“ The ring isn't enough evidence,
Mira. I have the exact type. Anthony here can confirm that. “ Damien said, pouring himself a glass of wine.
“ Oh you shut up! “ Snapping at Damien's instigating voice, my breathing sped up a bit. All this time, Anthony stood, Unmoved.
“ You just can't take rejection can you?! “ Damien ignored all my words, still sipping his glass of wine nonchalantly.
“Anthony -” I uttered, attempting to grab his hands but he flinched at the slightest contact
Tears gushed down my cheeks burning my skin. I knew Anthony never loved me but I didn't want him to hate me either.
“ I should have listened to my mother. “ Was all my husband said before heading upstairs.
“ No, please no. “ The tears escaped down my eyes like a never ending dam. Watching his retreating steps made my heart ache, shattering my hopes of a peaceful marriage at least for a year.
Suddenly, I stopped. Wiping my tears vigorously, I turned to be blue eyed man“ What did I ever do to you?! “ Grabbing Damien's shirt, I pulled him forward.
“ You know you're not the father so why lie? “ Continually hitting his chest, I further questioned
“ Why have you chosen to do this to me?! “ but he didn't budge. Just stared at me with a smirk.
“ How sure are you darling? You were drunk after all. “ Damien grabbed my hands, throwing them at my sides.
I couldn't believe my life would change this much in a twinkle of an eye. Mira how did you get here? These thoughts hit me hard that I staggered backwards. Lost and Confused.
My back hit the wall as I slid down trying to say something but words couldn't form. My throat felt dry.
“ You should rest. For the sake of the baby. “
Now I was left alone with my thoughts and life’s challenges. Troubles prancing around me were adorned with sharp thorns. Finally my body shook as I broke down in tears again.
I wept till my eyes couldn't cry anymore. Leaving me staring at the portrait Anthony glared at earlier.
In the portrait, there were two lovers dancing in the midst of people. Eyes solely focused on each other, hands intertwined in harmony. But, the only intriguing fact was their clothes painted faintly, almost like it faded.
I couldn't help but relate it to my situation. Sigh. I never signed up for this. Deciding to end my sulking, I headed to our room fidgeting.
…..
“ What are you doing here. “ Anthony asked calmly, sensing my presence in his room
“ I-I-I came to rest. “ My voice quivered at his burning gaze from the vanity mirror. Pushing my gaze lower, I appreciated the sight I was met with.
For the first time, I got a clear view of his tattoo. The lion laid there neat and perfectly sketched on his body.
It covered one side of his chest with water running down his abs.
“ Your room is next door. “
I hummed still ogling his body. His gray towel loosely hung on his waist granting me a taunting view of his v line.
“ Get out, Mira. “ He said, snapping me out of my lustful gaze.
“ Yes, yes sure. “
“ You shouldn't have lied. You should have said you needed money. “
“ Anthony- “ As soon as I called out, he walked into the bathroom.
Why does his actions hurt you so much? My inner voice asked. Why did I meet him this way? Heading to my room, My first slumber as a Reynold engulfed me.
………
Distant argument awoke me from my bottomless slumber. Squinting my eyes open, and observing my surroundings, I slowly came back to reality.
The voices got louder at each passing time so I dragged my self up, putting on my robe, and walking out to figure out the source of the commotion.
“ But I'm your mother Anthony! “
“ Then you should support me! “
“ She's no good for you! “
“ Then who is? Sharon? “
“ I'll strip you off your inheritance! “
“ You know better than that mum. “ I could hear Anthony state clearly.
“ But- “
Mrs Reynolds halted her sentence at my appearance. A clear look of disdain obvious on her features.
“ You! I warned you not to go ahead with this drama. “ She pointed her perfectly painted red nails at me.
Before I could speak, Anthony did.
“ Mum we are married now, accept it please. “ A maid walked in with a tray of tea and biscuits. Setting it down, she threw a quick glance at Anthony's direction blushing then in a haste she left.
Anthony in question was looking dead at his mother, who was instead looking right at me. What a circle of glares. wow.
“ Mrs Reynolds- “
For the second time, I got interrupted but this time, it was a familiar annoying voice.
“ Babyyy I’ve been in the room waiting where are you? “
“Come sweetheart, I couldn't sleep all night thinking of how we make sweet love. “ Already knowing the source, I turned to Anthony with a questioning look.
“ Sharon, get out of my house! “ He responded avoiding my eyes. Out of anger? Guilt or hatred? I couldn't figure.
“ Babyyy ” she whined above the stairs.
“ Mum, this is enough drama for today, wrap it up “
“ Let's go Sharon, Don't worry my dear, this is not over. “
“ Okay, but I'll miss you Anthony “ she giggled walking down the stairs.
Already hungry and exhausted from the not so entertaining drama I headed upstairs.
“ I would end the game you started. “ Sharon whispered to me while heading down.
Not being in the mood, I proceeded to walk further but tripped on something and slipped down the stairs.
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