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seething, and looking in my direction.
“Where have you been?” he demands, his voice low, deep, growly, and accusatory.
“With Sonia, at the spa,” I say dismissively.
I am so very tired, and we have only been married a few days; I cannot imagine this relationship will last much longer. I hope that he just leaves me alone sooner rather than later at this point.
“What the fuck have you done to your hair ?” he roars, his eyes wide, and his nostrils flaring.
I calmly set the glass of water down on the countertop and brace myself. I have never seen anybody so angry in my life. I don’t know him well enough to know what he is or is not capable of. I try to prepare myself for what will undoubtedly be a huge fight.
“Your friend, Catia, made the appointment yesterday. She told the stylist what to do. You know, before you went to her place and fucked her ,” I yell out before I slap my hand over my mouth in shock.
I cannot believe I actually said those words. It isn’t like me. This strong woman who just called Maxim out on the carpet is not me at all. Maxim takes a step back, his eyes wide, mirroring my surprise.
“What did she tell you?” His voice is back to soothing.
“She didn’t have to tell me anything. She made sure I heard your little phone conversation. She doesn’t know you as I do—she cannot possibly take care of you the way I can. Maxim, the girl has no breasts. I mean, honestly, it must be like fucking a boy. I need you inside of me, and I know you don’t love her. Hell, you fucked me the day of your wedding, if I recall correctly. Come to me tonight and let me make you feel good ,” I repeat her words verbatim. I couldn’t forget them even if I tried.
I then watch as Maxim’s face pales.
“Haleigh …” He reaches out for me, but I take a step back and feel wetness sliding down my cheeks.
Oh no, oh God , I am crying. I have already cried today. This can’t be happening … I only allow myself to cry once a day, dammit. I shake my head and run upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside of the room, I look around and know that I cannot stay here. I like it in here, I liked being in Maxim’s arms, but now the whole place makes me sick. If I had somewhere else to go, I would leave.
“Haleigh,” Maxim murmurs from behind me. I turn around to face him. His face looks pained, and I want to feel sorry for him, but I can’t and I won’t.
“Why did you marry me, Maxim? If you didn’t want me, why did you do it? I was never under any illusion that you loved me, but I thought that in time maybe you could. If you are going to have affairs, why even be with me?”
I am crying earnestly now, my tears uncontrollable. I am sure it is a complete ugly cry, but I can’t help it. Once the seal has been broken, I cannot control my tears.
“You’ll make yourself sick, Haleigh. You need to calm down,” Maxim whispers against my ear as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed.
I lie there in our gigantic king-size bed with Maxim wrapped around the back of me. His big arms holding me, arms that once made me feel so safe.
“I don’t want to be here anymore,” I whisper staring at the wall.
“You cannot leave. You are my wife.” Maxim’s voice is stern, but I can hear a touch of panic laced throughout his words.
“I don’t want to be anything to anybody. I just want this life to be over,” I confess.
My eyelids are like concrete, and they close as I slip into sleep.
My body is so very tired.
I AM A FUCKING idiot. How did I think that I could fuck Catia dirty and come home to my sweet wife, without feeling remorse, or without her finding out? I have never had to answer to a woman before.
I honestly thought Haleigh would not find out. If she did, I could just tell her to shut up about it and accept her life, as so many men do in my position. But as soon as the first tear fell, I knew I could never say that to her. I hurt her and that kills me.
Haleigh holds a special
“Where have you been?” he demands, his voice low, deep, growly, and accusatory.
“With Sonia, at the spa,” I say dismissively.
I am so very tired, and we have only been married a few days; I cannot imagine this relationship will last much longer. I hope that he just leaves me alone sooner rather than later at this point.
“What the fuck have you done to your hair ?” he roars, his eyes wide, and his nostrils flaring.
I calmly set the glass of water down on the countertop and brace myself. I have never seen anybody so angry in my life. I don’t know him well enough to know what he is or is not capable of. I try to prepare myself for what will undoubtedly be a huge fight.
“Your friend, Catia, made the appointment yesterday. She told the stylist what to do. You know, before you went to her place and fucked her ,” I yell out before I slap my hand over my mouth in shock.
I cannot believe I actually said those words. It isn’t like me. This strong woman who just called Maxim out on the carpet is not me at all. Maxim takes a step back, his eyes wide, mirroring my surprise.
“What did she tell you?” His voice is back to soothing.
“She didn’t have to tell me anything. She made sure I heard your little phone conversation. She doesn’t know you as I do—she cannot possibly take care of you the way I can. Maxim, the girl has no breasts. I mean, honestly, it must be like fucking a boy. I need you inside of me, and I know you don’t love her. Hell, you fucked me the day of your wedding, if I recall correctly. Come to me tonight and let me make you feel good ,” I repeat her words verbatim. I couldn’t forget them even if I tried.
I then watch as Maxim’s face pales.
“Haleigh …” He reaches out for me, but I take a step back and feel wetness sliding down my cheeks.
Oh no, oh God , I am crying. I have already cried today. This can’t be happening … I only allow myself to cry once a day, dammit. I shake my head and run upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside of the room, I look around and know that I cannot stay here. I like it in here, I liked being in Maxim’s arms, but now the whole place makes me sick. If I had somewhere else to go, I would leave.
“Haleigh,” Maxim murmurs from behind me. I turn around to face him. His face looks pained, and I want to feel sorry for him, but I can’t and I won’t.
“Why did you marry me, Maxim? If you didn’t want me, why did you do it? I was never under any illusion that you loved me, but I thought that in time maybe you could. If you are going to have affairs, why even be with me?”
I am crying earnestly now, my tears uncontrollable. I am sure it is a complete ugly cry, but I can’t help it. Once the seal has been broken, I cannot control my tears.
“You’ll make yourself sick, Haleigh. You need to calm down,” Maxim whispers against my ear as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed.
I lie there in our gigantic king-size bed with Maxim wrapped around the back of me. His big arms holding me, arms that once made me feel so safe.
“I don’t want to be here anymore,” I whisper staring at the wall.
“You cannot leave. You are my wife.” Maxim’s voice is stern, but I can hear a touch of panic laced throughout his words.
“I don’t want to be anything to anybody. I just want this life to be over,” I confess.
My eyelids are like concrete, and they close as I slip into sleep.
My body is so very tired.
I AM A FUCKING idiot. How did I think that I could fuck Catia dirty and come home to my sweet wife, without feeling remorse, or without her finding out? I have never had to answer to a woman before.
I honestly thought Haleigh would not find out. If she did, I could just tell her to shut up about it and accept her life, as so many men do in my position. But as soon as the first tear fell, I knew I could never say that to her. I hurt her and that kills me.
Haleigh holds a special
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