“Look, is this your husband?”
She brought her phone to my face, and when I saw that picture, I felt chilled to the bones. So chilled, I started shivering.
“Yes. That is my husband, Huracio Ignatius.” I whispered. Hot tears threatened to fall off my face, but I knew it wasn’t time to cry. There is no way I am giving my enemies a chance to mock me.
Losing the confusion from before, I looked her in the eye with a cold gaze. One that made her straighten her back.
“How long have you been sleeping with my husband?”
“What? I should be asking you that.” She snapped at me angrily.
“I am married to him. You are not.” I sneered back.
They all gasped in shock.
“He is married?” One of them blurted out in utter shock.
“Yes. He’s been married for three months. Just came back from our honeymoon last week.”
“Really?” The green-eyed girl answered. A mischievous smirk slowly appeared on her face. My heart twitched and my hands clenched, suppressing the urge to smack her face.
They pulled a puzzled expression and twitched their faces in mockery.
“Are you sure you just came back from a honeymoon?” One of the girls asked, giving me a stink eye.
“How can he be away on your honeymoon and still be in my bed every night?” The green-eyed girl snorted.
“What are you talking about about?” My head was beginning to buzz, but I still kept it together.
“Wasn’t he away last weekend?” A girl asked their-eyed leader.
“He is always traveling.” She snorted.
I instantly understood her words. Our honeymoon was a weekend thing that lasted till Monday morning. So the green-eyed thought he merely traveled for work.
She batted her eyes at me, slowly sizing me up with eyes filled with contempt.
“Are you sure you are his wife? Show me some proof.” She snapped.
Seemed like she became cautious after getting to know who I was.
Feeling superior, I opened my bag and brought out my phone. Just as I opened the photo gallery, I realized that I didn’t have a single picture of our moments in Milan. A chill went up my spine, and I blanched. I swept my finger across the screen until I found the folder for the aerial views of Milan that I took during the helicopter ride. They were just pictures of sparkling buildings and a dark sky.
“Yes?” She sneered, bringing me back to my senses.
“The pictures are not ready.” I lied, unable to look her in the eye.
“…”
“Hahahahahahaha!” They got hysterical.
“Does he even like you?” She suddenly stopped laughing and sniggered.
The same question I have been asking myself for the past week. I was convinced that he liked me after seeing the honeymoon he prepared for me. But after that, he almost disappeared from my life. Not touching me. Just kissing me on the forehead every morning, and only returning to the house after I have slept off every night.
He did like me?
Did he not?
I wanted to know what he thinks. I needed to know how he felt about me.
“Hahahhah!” Green-eyed suddenly burst out, laughing again “Look at her! Just look at that face. She must have tricked him into this marriage.” She suddenly stopped laughing and sneered. She then lowered her voice and said in a measured grave tone. “The only reason I am not tearing you apart right now is because you claim to be his wife. I don’t know how you did it, but this marriage, I will undo it. Ignatius is mine.”
Ignatius is yours?
My breathing glitched and I almost choked. Tears surged into my eyes as my throat burnt and a stinging sensation spread out around my brain. But I suppressed it with every bit of strength. Not even a sound escaped my blazing lungs.
“Oh, she wants to cry!” She yipped. “Do you want to cry?”
I closed my eyes and forced myself to slow my heartbeats down.
“You got it wrong. I am just too shocked. Did you say Huracio is yours?” I raised my brows at her.
“Yes. He is mine.” She beat her chest with each word, and her voice was emphatic. “I am sure he married you because he has to. He loves me too much to accommodate another woman. Do you have an idea of how long we have been together? Do you?” She screamed in my face, spreading her saliva on me.
Disgusted, I closed my eyes and sucked in my lips. I then placed my right arm over my face, making sure my mouth was well protected. It would be disastrous if I caught a disease because of her spit. Thinking about it made me feel like gagging.
Once she was done shouting, I opened my eyes and asked. “How long have you been together?”
“Three years.”
“Three years? How old are you?” I blurted out in shock.
The green-eyed girl looked big, tall, and glammed up, but she was definitely younger than her looks. She still had some baby fat on her face, and even her demeanor showed her age. Her friends looked like they just turned 17. How could she be that young and be with Huracio for three years? The very thought of him being a pedophile made my bones cold. But then, I am just 19, and he has defiled me in every way possible. Did he also do those things to her…? I clenched my hands to stay steady.
“Oh, don’t worry. I am of age. I just look better than you.” She sniggered, catching trails of my thoughts. My eyes must have given me away.
Hearing her words, I felt a little relieved. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders.
“If you are that special to him, then why did he marry me after two years of dating?” I raised my brows, deciding to put her in her place. Because Huracio had been with Mum for two years, it didn’t feel like a lie.
Her green eyes darkened and a flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. Despite not knowing what to believe, she didn’t back down. Seeing this, I just sniggered and rolled my eyes.
Dealing with love rivals is right down my alley. As the sole lover and official girlfriend of the most handsome captain of the school’s basketball team, dealing with love rivals was a daily routine. Therefore, the moment I saw that picture of Huracio ramming the girl from behind, my demeanor spontaneously shifted.
“I don’t know why you think you are special to my husband, and I don’t care what he does to you or for you. What I do know is that he gave me the most elaborate honeymoon a week ago and comes home to my bed every night. When was the last time he spent a night in your bed?”
“Never!” One of the girls muttered aloud.