I knew she was just joking. That she married me because I’m a millionaire.
But like a wounded sprinkled with salt, I felt her words stinging me as it reminded me our current situation. And somehow, it infuriates me.
We’re barely talking for a whole week as I go to lengths to avoid interaction with her except when necessary. And she treats me with the same indifference that I’m treating her with. Like she said before, she’s like a mirror. She reflects what I show her.
She is obviously a clever woman. And I cannot ascertain which among her actions are calculated and which are genuine. Sometimes, it frustrates me. I want to c***k her but I don’t know how.
I glanced at my watch. It’s been a while since I came up, but Mira is still downstairs. What’s taking her so long? Is she really enjoyi
