Bounded by Duty

Fresh start

Amaya's POV

I took slow steps out of the room as early as I could, seeing how Ethan cares about Nathan, I needed no one to tell me that getting on Nathan's bad side is also getting into Ethan's bad book.

“There's no need, I'll do it” I told the chef in the kitchen.

Her eyes widened at first, she looked uncomfortable at my request to make breakfast.

“I'll make breakfast for my husband and I, thank you.”

She could not say anything but nodded and left the kitchen for me. I spent the rest of the day last night scared that I couldn't sleep well.

The fear of Ethan coming back to me and how he'd react if he heard what I had said to Nathan, he'd definitely have my head.

To have peace in this house, I need to take care of Nathan or pretend to care for him at least.

Ethan was nothing I pictured him to be. He's the absolute contrast of it. He'll definitely spill my secrets in seconds if I mess up with Nathan again. So scared that I eavesdropped on their conversation last night, to see if he'd tell him out of anger, but he didn't.

And to my surprise, Nathan was at my side. He defended me and told Ethan to let me be.

I made a simple English breakfast, which was bread, eggs, sausage and bread.

I let the maids set the table while I freshen up.

I took my time to scrub my body and let the water wash the tension out of my body. I don't know how Nathan will react to my food and to me generally.

Seeing how we started on the wrong foot, I know I need to rewrite that and get my chance back.

My ringtone blared from the room, yanking me out of my thoughts.

I switch the shower off and rush to answer my phone.

I was shocked to see the name displayed on the caller ID, my Dad.

Why is he calling me? He hadn't called since the day I got married, the same as Chloe. I don't know whether to be happy or sad about it. I'm definitely not happy about it.

The call ended before I could even decide to answer it, so I didn't bother calling back.

I dressed up in trousers and a big top before heading back downstairs, but to my shock, the maid had already served Nathan his food.

He was having his breakfast when I got there. I was not happy about it, but I didn't say anything. His eyes doubled in size when I pulled a chair out beside him.

He didn't say anything, just regained composure and continued eating.

I served mine but I didn't eat. I kept staring at him, there was honestly no difference between them. They look the same except for their eye color. There's no other thing to differentiate them aside from that.

“Hmmm hmm”

He cleared his throat, but didn't meet my gaze.

I didn't blink or look away from him, I kept staring at him so he would look at me because I was sure he felt my eyes on him.

He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. I could see his cheeks getting red as he avoided making eye contact with me.

“What do you want?” he said in a low tone, still staring at his food.

“Forgiveness”

“You didn't do anything” he shrugged, head down and looking at just his food and nothing else.

“I did. I'm sorry for the things I said to you the other day and the way I've been treating you since we got married, I should have done better. You didn't deserve any of that.”

I waited for him to say something__ anything, but he didn't. He didn't lift his head either.

“I was hoping we could start over again and be friends, for starters, get to know each other.”

“That's okay, if that's what you want,” he said through his teeth. I know he didn't mean that.

Does he hate me now?

“That's not what I want, we both want to”

Not like I care, I just want him to be okay with me and not call his brother on me again.

"I know you didn't mean that, the blind can see you said that through your teeth” I tackled.

“I know I did wrong, I'm sorry.” He nodded, his eyes not blinking away from the food in front of him.

I can tell he's patiently waiting for me to get my ass up and get going.

I took a deep breath,

“I'll leave you to have your breakfast in peace. I'll be in the kitchen. Call me if you need anything.”

I pushed the chair back and walked out of the dining room into the kitchen.

I let out the breath I was holding when I stepped into the kitchen.

I have to be in his good book to get close to him, make him trust me and be in his brother's good side.

“He's done eating ma'am”, the maid I told to inform him when he'd done eating.

I rushed out, and I saw his assistant pushing him in his wheelchair to the car. I watched them get into the car, folding his wheelchair into the booth before driving off...

I sighed, but the frown on my face subtly turned into a smile when I saw that he cleared his plate. I cheerfully cleared the table danced my way to the kitchen.

My heart jumps in gladness, knowing it's a sign I can crack him open. I only have to be a step ahead, and then I can get my father off my back and leave without them.

What's next?

I ask no one in particular, it's the same circle.

Staying home all day, doing nothing but surfing the internet, posting hate comments on my sister's account with my fake account.

That's what I do best. But today, I felt less of a prisoner, I felt like a wife.

Strange but my heart swells with pride.