Heartless Husband

Chapter 8: His hatred

Alexander’s point of view:

Although I hate her the most in the world. But the moment she entered the church wearing her beautiful wedding dress I lost my mind. I felt turmoil forming within me. It was urging me to rush to her and kiss her soft pink luscious lips. I wanted to claim her right now and tell the whole f*****g world that she is mine. 

The moment I lifted my leg, the memories of her lips being kissed by someone flooded my brain. I clenched my fists. The way he was kissing her was not as painful as to see her not resisting him. Although, that was many years ago but still, I was not able to remove the memory out of my mind. I tried many times but failed. 

And I hate her. Hell! I hate myself even more. I always will. I hate myself for being so weak. I hate myself for not being able to move on. Even after so many years of hatred, still she could touch the most sensitive part of my heart.

How could she make me feel like this? 

How dare she? 

I wanted to punish her right now but I have to wait for the right time. I couldn’t take the wrong step in front of the guests, especially not in front of the media. We Hamilton’s love our reputation. We can’t afford to offend the public. So, I have to wait and I’ll wait. But soon her punishment will begin. 

Just wait, dear wife.

The thought of me punishing her made me lift a corner of my lips in the devilish smirk.

The train of my thoughts came to a halt when the priest announced, “You may kiss the bride.”

I wanted to kill this priest for ordering me to kiss this woman in front of me. But he is doing his job. 

Still, how can I kiss her? I will never kiss her tainted lips. 

So, I just dip my head and give a quick peck on her cheek.

Clapping and cheers fill the hall. In between cheers, the priest announces, “Now you are married as husband and wife.”

Finally, this drama comes to an end. But wait another one starts. The reception. 

The crowd starts to shift from the church to Maria hotel. Oh! That’s my hotel. But no one knows it except a few. Not even dad. 

This is my latest investment in the hotel and restaurant fields.

As soon as we reach the Maria hotel, the media was going crazy to take our pictures and interviews. So, we had to divert their attention to food. So, for a few hours, we get to rest. Thank God it is once in lifetime act otherwise, anyone can easily go crazy. 

I wonder how can people be happy on their wedding day with all these annoying guests. 

'Because they marry for love, not for money.', my subconscious speaks. 

'Then they are stupid for falling in love, I guess.', I reply.

I am tired of standing for more than two hours continuously without giving rest to my gorgeous body. Wanting to end this torture on my body, my eyes scan the hall. Quickly, spotting an empty chair, I turned to move to it but am stopped by my mother.

“Congratulations to both of you, my children.”, she pulls me and the woman beside me in a hug. 

Releasing us, she cupped Katrina’s cheek and continued her talk, “I always knew you’ll be my daughter-in-law, Kate. I knew you and Alex loved each other since you first saw each other. Or we can say it was love at first sight.”, she winks at me making me roll my eyes.

Love, at first sight, my foot.

My reaction couldn’t stop her, “And finally we are one family. I love you so much, my daughter.” 

She again pulls Katrina in for a hug and whispers a few words. I can understand what she might have said because Katrina’s face became red. So, it is kind of obvious.

Oh, dear God, when will this reception end? It is suffocating me. 

I was glaring at them. Just then, Dad came to my rescue. I don't think he has ever done any other good thing other than this.

“Sylvia, I think we should let them go. They both must be tired.”, he says taking mom in his arms. Then he turns to me, “Alex, take Katrina to your house so that she can rest. And please take good care of her.”

I flash a fake smile and put my arm around Katrina’s shoulder. “Of course, dad. After all, she is my wife now. I love her so much.” I face Katrina and give her a mysterious look. Looking deeply into her big eyes which were once my favorite object to look at, I say, “Don’t I, love?”, I tighten my hold and smile at her. 

The look on her face is so f*****g good that I want to laugh at her and keep playing with her. Raising my eyebrow, I give her an ‘I can also play games’ look. But she looks even more confused. 

Changing my facial expressions, I turn to dad, but he looks more confused than Katrina does. “So, mom, dad, we must go now. Come, Katrina.”

“Bye, son. Bye, Katrina.”, mom replies in her excited tone. 

Waving at them, I pull Katrina and reach my car parked outside the Maria Hotel. I open the back door for her and help her sit comfortably because I can’t afford to act rashly in front of so many people. Closing her door, I move to the other side. 

I open the door but someone behind me shuts it. Oh! f**k. When will they stop interfering in my life? “Now, what dad?” I turn to him trying my best to suppress the growing anger. 

“What game you think you playing?”, he says through gritted teeth. A small chuckle leaves my lips. “I like this property of you, dad. Don’t beat about the bush and come straight to the point. I like that. Really. I like it very much.”, I say laughing and shaking my head. 

“You better behave properly and take care of Katrina. Or else…”, he yells while pointing a finger at me.

“Or else what dad? Or else what?”, the anger dripping from my voice makes him angrier. “You asked me to marry her. And I did it. And taking care of her was not included in our deal. So, don't expect me to take care of her. I did my part. To complete this deal come to my office tomorrow and do your part. And now if you don’t mind, dad, my wife is waiting for me. She needs rest.”, I hiss out. And without even looking back at him I open the door, get in, and ordered the driver to drive fast. 

I could hear him calling my name but that’s only fueling my anger. “Can you drive faster?”, I bark at the driver. “Y-Yes, sir”, he speaks in a trembling voice. 

Not only did the driver get affected by my sudden outburst, but Katrina also jumps in her seat. From the corner of my eyes, I see her shrinking in her place. 

Oh God, she and her acting. She should be in an acting career rather than the business.

I turn right to face her clearly and ask her the question that has been troubling me, 

“Katrina, why did you marry me?”