The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife

Chapter06

Chapter 06

It was night at the Ford Mansion, and Bruce had just arrived, while Lyra hid in the guest room, afraid he would still scold her for the morning incident.

She flinched slightly when she heard a knock on the door. "Wh... who is there?" She stammered.

"Sire Bruce wants you to retire back into the room." A maid responded, and her heartbeat increased irregularly.

" Um. Okay " She forced out a reply. Why would Bruce want her back in their room? He obviously doesn't care about her, right? Is he planning on hitting her? Or locking her in the room?

She was baffled and scared at the same time. Should she call Brian? But it is late; he can not just come over, right? What about her mom? Should she inform her?

She was oblivious of what to do. She ruffled her hair in frustration, grabbed her phone, and slowly left the room. She entered their room and pushed the door open slowly.

Bruce was sitting on the bed, working on his laptop. He was unconcerned about her presence and went about his business without even looking at her.

Lyra walked over to her side of the bed and laid down as she always did, her body coiled and taking up only a small amount of space.

Her phone beeped loudly, and she bit her lip, hoping Bruce was not disturbed. She chose to ignore it, but it beeped for the second time.

She closed her eyes tightly, hoping Bryan would stop sending messages, but he didn't; he seemed concerned when he did not hear back from Lyra.

The phone beeped again and it got on Bruce's nerves. "Are you going to shut that phone down, or will I break it into pieces and turn it off completely? " He shouted angrily.

Lyra bit her lips very hard, embarrassed. "I am sorry," she muttered, sitting properly on the bed.

As expected, it was Bryan.

* What do you want for your birthday?

* Shall I get you a car? *

* Why are not you responding again?

* Is everything alright?

* Have you fallen asleep already?

Bryan sent her numerous messages, which she read.

*I am fine...*

* Goodnight, Bryan. I will talk to you tomorrow. *

* Bruce's here.. *

Lyra sent and almost immediately, switched off her phone. She dropped it closely to her as she laid properly on the bed and then shut her eyes.

** Next Morning **

Lyra was surprised to see Bruce still next to her. " Is he not going to work? " She thought. " Should I wake him up? "

She decided against it and stood up from the bed. She would go into the guest room and take a bath. When she got to the guest room, she was surprised to find the door locked. They never lock the doors! What's wrong?

She saw a maid passing by and she called her. The maid quickly approached her. " Yes ma'am " She bowed lightly. " Why's the door locked? " She asked.

"Sire ordered it to be locked until his parents are present," she replied, raising her eyebrows. "What about Mr. and Mrs. Ford? Are they coming over?" She asked and the maid nodded.

" Oh, okay, thanks " She appreciated and the maid bowed with a little smile before walking away.

Lyra let out a sad smile. Her husband prefers to open up to maids than he would to her. She isn't even aware of her in laws visit but the maids are. She should have gotten used to this right? But strangely it still hurts.

She sniffed in tears she didn't realize were about dropping. She wiped her face briefly before returning to their room. Bruce was already sitting on the bed; he had just awoken, but his handsome face was still dashing as the sun's rays shone directly on him.

He only gave her a brief glance before returning to his task. He stood up from the bed and attempted to walk past Lyra, but she stood in his way. Bruce was surprised; she would never done that before.

" Excuse me, woman!? "

Lyra let out a scoff. " Lyra! The name is Lyra. It is funny to hear that you do not even know my name, or do you? She inquired hysterically and boldly.

Seriously, she had no idea where she got her boldness.

" Out of my way woman! I won't repeat this! " Bruce threatened with a cold face.

" You really hate me that much, don't you? You don't even consider me your wife. How could you not inform me that your parents would be coming over, why!? I'm your wife for fvck's sake!! " Lyra yelled angrily and in tears.

Bruce only let out a scoff. " You should know you're not regarded as my wife, so why sweat over it? Just get out of my way before I hit you! " Bruce threatened.

" Bruce.. " Lyra called heartbrokenly.

" Am I that ugly that you don't want me as your wife? Am I not attractive enough that you can't love me!? Am I!!? " She yelled dejectedly.

" Just stop this nonsense! " Bruce pushed her out of the way roughly, and she fell to the floor, injuring her knees in the process, but he did not care and walked out of the room as if nothing had occurred.

Lyra did not move from her position as she cried bitterly, her hand on her chest, which ached so badly.

She wishes she could let go of her feelings for her heartless husband. She wishes she could, but she will continue to be hurt in the meantime.

Her husband does not love her, and he never will! She should completely understand that.

** Few Hours Later **

Bruce's parents had arrived earlier, and everyone except Lyra was seated in the dining room for dinner. She had stayed in her room ever since the incident.

" Is your wife not home?" Mrs Ford was forced to ask. It's been some hours since they got there but she hadn't seen Lyra, she was worried.

" Um yeah... she's fine. She was still sleeping some minutes ago when I went to check on her " Bruce lied and Mrs Ford nodded.

"Oh, there she is," Mrs Ford said, looking up, and Bruce did the same, focusing his gaze on Lyra's bandaged knee and biting his lips, imagining what he would say if his parents asked.