MIO FIORE

PARENTS

KRYSTAL'S POV

Her eyes were set on me, daring me. But I wasn’t going to back out from this conversation.

She maybe my mother, but she never had that relationship with me so her death stare doesn't affect me like it should.

"You should take care of yourself more." She stated.

I scoffed as I took another bite, an awfully large bite, of course, he did, probably whining how he couldn't go anywhere cause I cut off the money.

This was going to be fun watching him suffer.

"And also you work too much," she said after her long sip.

I choked on my pizza and looked up at her, he said what? What about the credit card?

"I do not!" I said, even though the pile of work was staring at me from its designated corner.

“You're coming home at ten, what type of wife comes home at ten deserting her family for those stupid houses you color in.”

"A hard-working kind and I can say the same about him." I wiped my mouth with a tissue sighing, of course, she never understood how important interior designing was.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, if he’s not working then as a good supporting husband he should support his hard-working wife. But No! He had to call you guys here to cause this unnecessary drama knowing after a long day all his wife needs is rest not drama.”

She just thought the design was important in fashion. But what confused me was what Aiden said, what was he playing at?

"Either way this isn't acceptable, and you are overworking so he suggested a nice cruise for you both. He said that you deserve a holiday for all your Hard Work, You need time for yourself and."

Aha, found it. Now that he couldn't go on the cruise he thought saying it was for us would open the wallets on my parents. That scoundrel. Why can't he just ask his parents, he was loaded as well, pretty sure his parents had more than us.

“I’m busy."

“That's exactly the point, far too busy. When was the last time you and your husband had a nice dinner together." mum asked.

Never because he was too busy eating food off a stripper's body and using my card to pay for that as well. Not that she would believe me even if I said so, because Aiden was such a good boy in their eyes, when everyone else knew the truth, he wasn't good. He was bad, really bad.

"Next Friday, your father and I are going to make sure you get on that vessel."

Oh, we'll see.

That still gave me more than a week to find an excuse out, I'll just stay over at Nelly's or something. I had work to do, three big projects but of course, my mother, the esteemed housewife who doesn't even do any housework would know about "projects".

Flicking her dark brown hair out of her face she walked back to the lounge room and I picked up the other slice ready to take a bite when it was rudely pulled out of my hand and I looked up my mouth still slightly open.

“What?"

"Don't you know it's rude to eat someone else's food?" Aiden's grey eyes had a certain glint to them, probably thought he won. Not so easy.

“What?" I asked as he took a bite out of my pizza, I should have spat on it.

"This is my dinner, go get your own." I raised an eyebrow, "You're going to eat three whole pizzas to yourself?" yeah right, that was going to happen.

"Oh honey, don't you know what a big appetite your husband has?" the way he said it, sounded. Odd. But before I could say something I heard the sound of mum's high heels and looked over my shoulder,

"Well we have to go, son, we'll come again this weekend."

“Of course Harold, see you then," Aiden said as I narrowed my eyes at my parents. Back this weekend? Why?

"Aren't they just cute?" I could hear my mum say as they walked towards the door and I turned back glaring at Aiden who had demolished my slice and had that audacity to lick his fingers, what a pig.

“What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Eating"

"No, why are you going and complaining to them? If you want money, use your own or your parents, don't bring mine into this."

He frowned at me before leaning over and pulling the pizzas towards him, "Well don't eat my dinner then."

“I wonder how you're getting your dinner every other day?" I pointed out. Using my money, and here he was not letting me eat pizza which I bet he bought from my change lying around in the house. He picked up all three boxes and started walking outside and I stared at his back till it disappeared.

God, I just want to kill him.

I was just too tired of him, of this marriage and all this drama that I just decided to call a night. My stomach was protesting but I didn’t have it in me to fix something at this time. I just called it a night and decided to sleep.

I took a long relaxing bath first, did my night routine which wasn’t much except applying rose water and moisturizer on my face and body, and then finally welcome the sleep that I desperately needed.