The alarm clock rang loudly when I awoke. I wake up and let the alarm clock ring first, because that is what it is supposed to do.
What I was thinking made me giggle. Anna, it is way too early for your pranks.
I exhaled a long breath. Another day, another adventure, and so it goes. After that, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head This is how I feel because I was overwhelmed by watching dramas.
My ass, my ass!
To rouse my slumbering spirit, I yelled “Hoh!” My eyes are still shutting, and I am sure I would wake up later if I was the only one who woke up.
I took out my phone and switched it on. When I saw that it was fully charged, I smiled.
Because I did not forget to charge it last night before going to bed, it is a good thing because we have a lot of work to do today at school, and our instructors” lectures are on my phone, so it is a good thing I did not forget to charge it.
Because I was not paying attention to our previous sessions because I was busy with something else, I only took images of the actual lessons. I have not yet transferred it to my notepad, so I will examine it on my phone first in case one of our lecturers surprises us with another recitation.
I double-checked to see whether Lyka had sent me a new message. When I saw that there was, I smiled. She reminds me to get up early today and go to school.
This is our professor”s homework, and we will have a quiz about it today if we do not finish it. Before our first class, we are going to go to the library this morning.
We were meant to do it yesterday, but we were both sleepy, so we are simply going to read it instead. When I am exhausted, I cannot grasp what I am reading. Because of this, I will merely reread the information to make sure I am getting everything. Even if I just read it again, I will be wasting time if I try to understand that.
For a few more minutes, I stared at my new bedroom”s white wall before deciding to get up. It takes a lot of guts for me to say no to my beloved bed”s offer.
I stretched to wake up my slumbering body. I did not do any of the exercises because I was merely stretching. I do not really workout because I am a lazy person.
Inside my bedroom, I headed straight to the bathroom. It has a pristine white exterior and is broad. Even the equipment has a white hue to it.
As I looked around my bathroom, I grinned. I”m getting a basic and aesthetic sense from my new room.
My hair was first tied into a messy bun after I cleansed my face.
Because it is too early and I am still cold, I will just take a shower later. After cooking our breakfast for me and Alessandre, Itake a shower later.
I did not remain long in my room, and I was out the door in a flash. My room is just next to Alessandre”s. At these moments, he was most likely still asleep. His chamber did not make any noise to me.
He always woke up at five o”clock in the morning, even though it was only four in the morning. Perhaps he had a second drink last night. After that, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head
We have been living in Alessandre”s house for a few weeks now.
Uncle Sandro and Aunt Lila took us here the day following our wedding. Because I and Alessandre are already married and may have a child immediately quickly, they suggested we needed to live separately from them as well.
When they stated that, I almost fainted. Despite our difficult situation, they still expect us, Alessandre and myself, to have a kid.
The days flew by and I am back in school now that I have a class. We, the students, are also back to school now that the vacations are gone.
Because of what happened the night following my wedding, Lyka is still enraged with Alessandre to this day. She never forgot that, and she no longer admires Alessandre as she once did.
When we were talking about Alessandre, her nose practically smoked.
She told me to divorce Alessandre the same night. Lyka said, “It would be best tobreak up with Alessandre early so you do not get hurt again at the end.”
She was ready to run to Alessandre and the man”s girlfriend to our hotel room when I calmed her down.
We never discussed what had happened with Alessandre. It was as if he had not done anything wrong and did not even apologize to me when we met the next morning.
His demeanor suggested that he had done nothing wrong. He flirted with another woman right in front of me, and I did not even try to explain why he was doing it, even if it was not justified.
Because he did not respect me as his wife, I wanted to ask him, criticize him, and fight him, but there was a small voice in my head that told me I did not have the right to do so.
We are married, but that does not mean I have the right to see what he is up to. I did not have any authority over what he was doing, so I let him do what he wanted. If I advise him to stop womanizing, I am worried he will say something hurtful to me.
If he really wants another woman, he will do it no matter what I do to stop him.
In his perspective, I am just a worthless woman.
At the concept, I shook my head. I was shocked and scared at first, and I had a lot of doubts about how he was able to do that to me, but as time passed, I came to accept what he was doing.
When he returns home, it is always beyond late. When he returned home, he was invariably inebriated. Worse, when he returned home, he was frequently accompanied by a woman. He will even ask me to bring her another woman”s water on occasion.
Our homes were filled with their screams and moans. I do not have to watch what they are doing inside Alessandre”s room because he brings various women here at night and what else could a drunk man and woman do inside a room, right? I am not that stupid to not know what they are doing. It freaking hurt, actually.
I will not deny the fact that I feel like I cannot breathe whenever I see him with another woman, and worse, he even have the audacity to bring his mistress at our house.
It made me feel he does not care for me at the very least because if he did, he will not bring his mistress at our house and let me see how they make a fool out of me.
I already know what they are up to by their whining. They made me conscious of the world”s immorality, I believe.
I heard all of that, all of the things that were happening, and it sounded like a live show between Alessandre and his wife at night.
My head shook to clear the terrible sounds of the women inside his chamber from my consciousness.
The fact that I did not hear Alessandre”s chamber growl last night shocked me. Do you think he did not bring a woman home with him last night?
I shook my head and walked down the stairwell.
For the two of us, I will prepare breakfast. I still cook despite the fact that Alessandre does not eat the meals I make.
He only gives me a stern look when I ask him to eat with me. He never looked at or tasted anything I prepared for him. I suppose ignoring me is part of his job description. I believe he will despise me for the rest of his life, and I am well aware of this.
When I arrived at the kitchen, I immediately began preparing the ingredients for my breakfast. I am going to make fried rice with bacon and the pork tocino I found in the fridge.
The majority of my breakfasts are fried since, in addition to being the quickest way to cook when I am in a hurry to go to school on time, I also enjoy fried meals and sauce-based dishes.
I began cooking the bacon fried rice after sauteing the garlic.
Even if he does not really pay attention to what I am cooking, this is what I always do in the morning, preparing our breakfast. If he simply took a bite of my meal, tsk.
Because we do not have a maid in the house, I do everything myself.
I clean the entire house, do the laundry, cook, and do everything else. Because he does not appear to care, I am no longer hoping that Alessandre will assist clean this house.
Doesn”t he just come home here at night? Just like a hotel, he makes this residence a place where he may sleep.
We have not spoken in over weeks that we have been living together.
He treats me as if I am a speck of dust that he cannot see.
As I reflected on the events of the last few days, I took a deep breath. If we continue together like this, I am afraid I will go insane.
I would still like to live at Aunt Lila”s house, or should I say, Mommy”s because I am already married to Alessandre.
As I already stated, I still prefer the home of Mommy Lila and Daddy Sandro to Alessandre”s.
It was as if there is no one in the house. I am fortunate enough to be back in school because I am having a good time at the University. In the meantime, I am not thinking about my difficulties or my dislike of Alessandre.
“Anna, stop it right now. Do not ruin the start of your day just because you are thinking about something unimportant.” When I realized what I was thinking, I rebuked myself.
I simply concentrated on the food I was preparing.
I created a simple green salad after cooking the bacon fried rice and tocino so that I could enjoy a nutritious breakfast this morning. I set it on the table and went to the second floor of the house after I finished. Our new house is only two levels high, so it is a little smaller than Daddy Sandro”s three-story home, which I am grateful for because I am sure I will not be the only one who has trouble cleaning the entire place.
I walked straight to Alessandre”s room to wake him up when I got to the second floor.
In the morning, I wake up Alessandre because he needs to be in his office and because he is drunk, he is so difficult to wake up. Even his alarm clock seems to give up on waking him up already. He can drink a lot of alcohol, yet he cannot get out of bed.
Similarly, I am fascinated with this man; he is usually intoxicated, yet it is astonishing how well he manages his company.
I went up to her door and knocked on hers. I have to wake him up because if I do not, he will not wake up at all. This was the only thing I did that did not make him enraged.
Because he had trouble getting up in the morning, he recognized he might require a human alarm clock.
When I banged on his door multiple times, no crying woman came out, my eyebrows met. When I wake him up, I always get that. Isn”t it true that Alessandre is a man who adores women? If you do not believe me, I will tell you immediately.
The ladies he invites to the house for sex are his main priority, and once he has gotten what he wants from them, he drives them away, dissatisfied with them.
And do not be surprised if those women are weeping. It is not because they are upset by Alessandre because of how he treats them; it is because they still want to be with him, but Alessandre being Alessandre, when he utilizes something he has got, it is because they still want to be with Alessandre.
During the few weeks that Alessandre and I lived together, I learnt a lot about one another. She are his favorite victims. He has no qualms about ladies crying because of him.
He has no heart and is easily bored. Because of what he does, he appears to be collecting ladies, but the problem is that he is already pushing them away because he already has the tastes for them.
My perception of Alessandre as a terrifying person grows as I get to know him. Not only in business, but also in life, he is brutal. As long as he does what he wants, he does not care whether he damages others” feelings.
As if nothing had happened, she disposed of women and toyed with them.
As long as he does what he wants, he does not care whether he damages others” feelings.
I am not sure if Mommy Lila and Daddy Sandro are aware of his aversion to him. Is it only lately that he has become like way when he spends time with his family? I recall him looking at Cassy with adoration in his eyes, so I am shocked by what he has been doing this time.
He is never been like this before. I am beginning to believe that I am to blame for his behavior.
I am not sure why I do not hear a crackle from his room to this day.
I am not sure why I have not heard a crackle from his room to this day. I a. sure he is here because I spotted his car in the garage earlier.
When I tried to turn the lock on his door, I was taken aback to discover that it was unlocked.
It was odd that Alessandre”s door was unlocked because his room was always locked. I cautiously pulled the door open so that I could see what was going on inside his room.
He had all of his possessions well-organized, which shocked me. His room did not look cluttered to me. Because he bans me from entering his room, I expected a lot of dirt and trash.
He would not allow me clean inside his room, even if I wanted to.
Oh, and I neglected to mention that Alessandre”s and my rooms are separated. We have our own room, which allows us to do anything we want, and I am able to enjoy the privacy that I appreciate the most. Because I do not want him to be in the same room as me, I prefer to have a separate room for us both. When he is there, my heart beats excessively rapidly. If my heart continues to flutter anytime he is around me, I am terrified I will have heart disease.
My gaze wanders across his room. The man sleeping on the bed, who was dressed just in boxer shorts and no garments, caught my attention.
I was moved by what I witnessed and even made a cross sign. It will be a sin in my eyes.
I should have turned back and left him sleep; I do not care if he is late for work; I will not be affected, but I was worried that if I let him sleep and do not wake up, he would be upset with me again. When he is not at work, he may even blame me.
I let out a sigh as I closed my eyes tightly.
Anna, if you want it, stand up for it.
I drew closer to her bed as I walked. Because of the scene I was watching, my body was growing cold. As I neared him, my knees trembled.
When I get near to him, I a. not sure why my body reacts this way. It was as if my body was trembling with fear, yet there was also a sense of excitement.
I softly tapped him on the shoulder as I drew closer to him. When our skin touched, I felt like lightning was pouring through me, which made me even more scared.
When I softly patted him on the shoulder, I said, “Hey, Atlas! Wake up, you might be late for the workplace.” He simply grumbled and went back to sleep, clearly enraged that I was disrupting his slumber.
As I watched him sleep, I took a long breath and grimaced. I cannot help but smile since he is making such cute little snores. I could see how he opened and closed his mouth because he was facing me.
I focused my attention on his face.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity since staring at him when he is awake seems like a big sin. When he notices me staring at him, he glares at me and scolds me. As a result, I keep my distance from him. Maybe that is what he is thinking, and he”s even enraged by my gazing at him. I am not sure if he thinks I like him.
When he is asleep, his face is peaceful and loving, but when he is up, he is the complete opposite. When I notice how silky his skin is, I sulk.
On his face, there were no black heads to be seen. His skin appears to be even smoother than mine. His face is really smooth, whereas mine has a few freckles.
It also appears to be highly pliable.
To keep from touching his face, I bit my bottom lip. I am tempted to stroke his soft, silky face.
I want to touch his thick brows and long lashes, feel how soft his lips are, and trail my finger along his sharp nose.
My ideas made me shake my head. When Atlas abruptly opened his eyes and utterly astonished me, I was in that posture.