Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

A Turn

I started the next day by creating myself a profile on various job hunting apps. If he thought I would cave in so easily then he surely is the biggest fool in the world. I mean..not the biggest but the second biggest. The first position is secured by me.  Anyway, there were many job openings and I applied to a few of them. Once that was settled, I jumped out of my bed and strolled over to the bathroom so that I could get ready for nothing. The day dragged on at its usual pace. The only highlight of my day was when I received a call from Mrs. Knight. That was a pleasant surprise. She asked me about how his son was treating me and I lied as I didn't want her to feel embarrassed. Our conversation went on for at least half an hour. She is quite a chatty person. It wouldn't be wrong to say that I had struck a good rapport with her. I invited her over for dinner tomorrow and felt really good when she accepted. Finally, I had something to do.

I ate my dinner and retired to my room early. Didn't want to see his face. I was still mad at him. Not that it matters to him.             

Today Alex's mother was coming over for the dinner. Grace and I made a list of all the cuisines we were going to prepare tonight. Most of them were Italian. The reason being that Alex's mother is of Italian origin. Besides, I love Italian too. 

I wanted this dinner to be perfect. I am really fond of Mrs. Knight despite having a bitter relationship with her son. Her son is a jackass. And she probably doesn't know about it.

A lot was going on in my head that day. Not only was my spirit down because of what had occurred two nights ago but I was also concerned by the fact that I hadn't received no revert from any of the companies I applied in. My hands were finding their way back to the phone over and over again. Moreover, I was a bit scared of facing him tonight.

I have had Grace inform him about the dinner with his parents when he was doing his breakfast. He didn't respond nor react. Just left once done with the food. So, I wasn't sure if he was going to show up or not. My money was on the latter. And I had no qualms about it. 

It was difficult to pinpoint when the sun sank in and the moon rose up in the sky as I was busy most of the day in the kitchen. I also put lemonade on the menu because why not. Life had given me some giant lemon after all.

I took a shower as I was stinking of all the spices and kitchen stuff, attired myself in a navy blue knee-length dress, and did my hair up in a bun. Grace had left. Once I was positive that I am looking presentable, I came downstairs and rechecked everything. 

A minute later, the doorbell rang and I sprinted towards it. I put on a huge grin on my face and pried the door open to welcome her. 

Mrs. Knight's arms shot out to engulf me in a warm hug. Thereafter, I led her in.

"Where is Alex?" her eyes scanned the living area

"He isn't home yet," I responded and sat on the sofa beside her

"Why? Doesn't he know we are having dinner together," she looked slightly annoyed at his son. 

"He knows. He must be on his way," I said. The time ticked on and we talked about everything. But I noticed that Debbie was skirting away from talking about Alex's past. I tried to bring up the topic but each time she dodged it. More than an hour flew by but Alex still hadn't arrived. 

"Call him," Debbie commanded. 

"I..I don't think this is a good idea. He must be driving right now," I tried to dodge. Talking to him was the last thing I wanted to do right now. 

"I don't think so. Call him," she said sternly.

I dialed his number, begrudgingly. Waited for him to answer the phone with bated breath. A gruff deep voice flew in through the receiver after three rings. 

"Hello," he said. Silence ensued as words stuck in my throat. 

"Who's this? " he asked again, slightly irritated and that's when I forced myself to speak. Wait. What did he say? He hasn't saved my number. My face reddened with anger and embarrassment. He didn't even bother to save my number. 

"Mom is asking where are you? As you are late for the dinner," I forced out. 

"Tell her I'll be there in ten minutes," he said and disconnected the call. 

I gulped back my frustration and anger and shot a smile her way. 

"He'll be here in ten minutes," I passed on the information. 

Alex entered through the door right after ten minutes. He looked spent. But that was quickly mended when a genuine and infectious smile spread over his lips when he saw Debbie. He marched over to her and gave her a warm hug.

"Mom," he said

"Why do you overwork yourself, lad? Now you are married now, remember? Give your wife some time," she fake scolded him. 

Alex's eyes flipped on me and all the warmth and amiability drained down his face that was there a moment ago. The drastic shift of his expression threw me off. Not loving me is one thing. But why the fuck is he acting as if I am his biggest enemy in the world.

"I'll freshen up," he glanced over to his mom and headed upstairs. I hated how his cold behavior was affecting me. 

Fifteen minutes later he came back and we started the dinner. This was the first time he was eating something made by me. Not that I care but I still wanted to know if he liked the food or not. I attempted to decode his expression but it seemed the man had achieved perfection in maintaining a poker face. Debbie didn't hold back from praising the food bringing a smile to my face. I really had worked hard for this. 

"When are you two going for your honeymoon?" Debbie blurted out of the blue. 

I looked at Alex who was chewing his food or maybe he was gritting his teeth. Her question had gotten to him for sure.

"Crystal? Where is he taking you?" she asked me

I pulled my lips in, not knowing how to respond.

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