She didn’t make any noise, fearing that my Mom, Dad might hear, but she tried hard to get her hands out of my grip.
I dragged her to my bedroom and closed the door and pinned her on the wall.
Marco’s POV
After I pinned her to the wall, I said, grinding my teeth, “you are doing it on purpose, going to your bedroom, you want my parents to know how I treat you.”
She shook her head vigorously, and said, “No, no I didn’t”
She was behaving like a five-year-old kid; innocence was painted on her whole face. It’s been so long I have seen her from so close; her skin is so delicate, but her eyes are again empty, the same as it was when she lost her mother.
I sneered, hearing her reply, let her go, and said, “Better you don’t try to pull any stunt in front of my parents; otherwise, you will have to face the consequences.”
Jane’s POV
When Mom told me that they would come for dinner tonight, I immediately messaged him because I know he will bring one of his girlfriends.
I tried hard to protect him by hiding the truth from his parents when his parents went upstairs; I turned to walk towards my bedroom because I don’t want to go to his bedroom.
I thought I would wake up early, so no one would know where I slept, I was reluctant to go to his bedroom. I don’t have the courage to go to his room.
From our first night to every night, pictures from our first night start flashing in my mind, how he would have sex with different girls on that bed, yes I do love him, but now I feel filthy when he touches me.
He is with different women every night, it is unbearable pain I suffer every night, but I still don’t know why I am holding back.
I sometimes feel that there will be one day when everything will be fine, and I think I am killing myself every day in the hope of that day.
I tried to protect him in all the possible ways, but he still blamed me, saying I was trying to tell his parents the truth.
After he let me go, I said, “I didn’t try anything, I don’t know why you are punishing me like this, at least tell me my mistake.”
He turned around angrily and said, “Because I hate you, because of you, I lost my dream.”
I frowned thinking how am I responsible for losing his dream; I questioned back, “what are you talking about, how did I make you lose your dream? I didn’t even meet you earlier.”
He turned around and said, “I suffered a huge loss because of you.”
I still didn’t understand what he was talking about, but before I could say anything, he continued, “I am sleepy,” saying that he laid on the bed.
I know, if he is not in the mood to talk, he won’t reply to my questions, so I turned around and sat on the sofa before I could lie down, he asked, “What are you doing?”
I saw him looking at me; I replied, “Sleeping.”
He frowned and asked, “How can you sleep on the sofa? Come and sleep on the other side of the bed, don’t worry, I would never touch a woman like you.”
It pinched my heart; what did he mean by a woman like me? He thinks so low of me, I suppressed the pain, and said, “I am comfortable here,” I replied and lay down and turned my back toward him.
I will never sleep on that bed where he had slept with his different woman. Although I love him and I am still trying to hold on to this marriage, I still have dignity. I am not like other women to climb on his bed.
Marco’s POV
When she denied sleeping on my bed with me, it pained me; I know the reason why she doesn’t want to share the bed with me is because she feels I am filthy.
Yes, I slept with different women to make her suffer, but now the thought that she thinks I am filthy is killing me.
She is ok to sleep on the sofa, uncomfortable, but she is not willing to share the bed with me.
She was sleeping in front of me; her back was facing me. She was so close to me but too far.
Marco’s POV
I was not sleepy at all tonight, I saw her tossing and turning on the sofa uncomfortably, she was in a deep sleep, but her body was not comfortable.
I could not hold it any longer, I stood up from the bed, walked towards the sofa, and picked her gently in my arms, she is seriously weightless. I don’t feel like I am holding a grown woman.
I walked back to my bed and gently put her on my bed, trying not to disturb her sleep.
While putting her on the bed, her white collar bone was visible, but what caught my attention was a spot; it looked like a hickey.
I tried not to believe my own thoughts, the first thing is she doesn’t go out of the house, and no one comes to my house behind my back.
I thought she might have some rashes; I tried to give different reasons to myself not to believe that it was a hickey. But somewhere in my mind, it was registered.
Once she was sleeping comfortably, I tugged her with the duvet, and walked towards the sofa and lie down.
I spent the whole night seeing her delicate doll-like face.
The next morning, I woke up and went to take a bath. When I came out, I saw her opening her eyes but the moment she realized that she was sleeping on my bed she immediately looked at the other side of the bed.
As if she was checking whether I was there or not, she sighed in relief once she found that she was alone on the bed.