Unfated But Fated

Sighing, she entered the bathroom, stripped off, climbed into the bathtub and settled herself in it, enjoying the scent of honey and rose as she closed her eyes and began to bathe. She had prepared the romantic bath for her and her husband so they could enjoy their time together but it seemed he wasn't going to come home that night. She tried calling him but his phone wasn't switched on. When she was done, she stood from the bathtub where she once buried herself in and came out of it, wearing her robe to change into her nightie. It was past ten and her husband hadn't come home yet. The nerve of him. How dare he allow her to wait for him so long? She needed to punish him. She needed to remind him that she was always waiting for him at home. She decided to confront him once he was back and starve him for days so he would learn his lesson. One side of her mind seem to laugh at her and seem to say, "it's useless. You can't even stand the way he looks at you and you want to confront him? Oh don't be stupid". She frowned at that, bet nevertheless she had made up her mind. At least you never know how far and to what extent you can go unless you try, right? That she was going to do and no going back. That side of her mind seem to scoff and say,"let's see about that". Ignoring that, enemy of progress, she started to rehearse her confrontation and seemed to be enjoying herself as she kept on dressing. She wore her nightie and her necklace and was about drying her hair when she heard the doorbell ring. Her heartbeat skipped. Her inner tormentor seem to laugh at her saying,"he hasn't even entered the living room and you are nerving up. So brave of you!". She felt like punching it right there as the statement was altered and the doorbell rang again, rather impatient. She became alerted and calmed her nerves down. With no underwear on, only clad in her nightie, she raced down the stairs to open the door only to see the face she had been anticipating on. That figure that made her so restless about. She saw her husband. She opened her mouth to alter the confrontation she had long planned and practiced but none was forth coming. The confrontation she had once planned to give him didn't seem to work her way because she lost her voice. She cursed silently under her throat as the inner voice seem to laugh at her, jesting her.