Chapter 7 & 8 : Secrets and Lies
Granny asked her driver to bring the newlyweds here.
“Good night boss” The driver bowed, before leaving the mansion.
Paul walked into the room, only to find Daphne clad in a lingerie.
He burst out in laughter, making her play with her fingers nervously.
“You didn’t think you were gonna grace my bed, did you?” He chuckled, and she swallowed down nothing.
“Actually Granny Freya gave me this at the reception” She said slowly.
“I don’t f**k random girls” He said, and her heart sank at his words.
“I’m not just any girl. I’m your wife. We are married” She raised her hand up showing him the ring on her finger.
“You f**king call yourself my wife. Really?” He looked at her from head to toe.
“You’re not worth it” He simply said, and her eyes stung with tears.
She opened the wardrobe, and picked up a shirt.
“That’s mine” He said.
“I don’t see your name on it” She wore the shirt, and laid on the bed covering herself with the duvet.
He came out of the bathroom, clad in his PJs.
He heard her sobs.
“You’re not crying so we didn’t f**k, are you?” He lifted the duvet off her face.
Silence.
“Don’t tell me that’s the reason”
“Just let me be, if you have nothing to say” She wiped off her tears.
“Do not disturb my sleep with your cries” He laid on the bed.
“Good morning” Daphne greeted, setting the dining table.
“Morning” He replied coldly, before taking his seat.
“Do you like it?” She asked as he ate.
“You sure lack table manners” He said.
“Thanks for the compliment” She smiled, before eating her breakfast.
“Did you count the milk?” He asked, after taking a sip of his coffee.
“Was that supposed to be an rhetorical question?” She faced him.
“Why is the coffee bitter?”
“You can add sugar to it, or better still you can take tea” She said calmly.
He got up, and left the house.
She facepalmed herself, trying to fight back her tears.
10PM**
Paul isn’t back yet.
Daphne paced around the living room, waiting for him to return.
“I hope he’s safe” She muttered.
He came in, reeking of alcohol.
“Hey girl” He said drunkenly.
“Paul” She held him as he staggered.
“Let go of me!!” He yelled closing his eyes.
“Let’s go clean you up” She wrapped his arm under her shoulders, as they walked upstairs.
After she cleaned him up, she wore him a cargo pant, and left him shirtless.
“Good night” She covered him with the duvet.
She switched off the lights, and laid on the bed.
She closed her eyes, then he pulled her into his arms.
Her eyes fled open.
“Why didn’t you apologize for wearing my shirt?” He mumbled.
“I didn’t see a valid reason why I should apologize for wearing my husband’s shirt” She replied, and he smiled, before opening in his eyes.
“You don’t know how sexy you looked in that lingerie, do you?”
“What?” She muttered in shock.
“You don’t know how cute you looked in my shirt.You looked so f**king cute that I felt like caging you in my arms all night long”
“Thanks for the compliment” She smiled, resting her head on his chest, and he smiled as he slowly closed his eyes.
“Where were you all day long?” She asked.
Silence.
“Paul?” She looked at him.
He was already fast asleep.
“Goodnight” She smiled before covering both of them properly with the thick purple duvet.
Chapter 9 & 10 : The Cold Truth
Paul woke up with his head banging seriously, his eyelids slowly parted, and they fled wide open immediately.
What the!!!!
Why were they cuddling!!!!
What was she doing in his arms!!!!
He immediately pushed her, and she landed on the floor.
“Arghh” Daphne screamed from her sleep.
“What the” She stood up.
“Why are you in my arms? Are you that desperate to be touched?” He looked at her in disbelief, and she was dumbfounded at his behavior.
Where is the guy who pulled her into his arms?
Where is the guy who complimented her?
Where is he?
Cause this guy right here… Is definitely not her husband… Not her Gael Paul.
“I f**king asked a question girl” He sat up.
“I don’t have any answer to give to you” She said getting pissed.
“Really?” He got up.
“Stop blowing things out of proportion. You are not the almighty and by the way you’re my husband so why can’t I sleep in your arms?” She almost snapped.
“Bravo!” He clapped his hands.
She walked towards the door, and he held her hand.
“Don’t you dare walk out on me, while we’re having a conversation”
“I don’t wanna have this annoying conversation with you” She said.
“Annoying?”
“Save the talk for people who’d listen to your rants” She walked out the room.
She packed his dirty clothes to wash them.
She was about to put one of his shirts inside the washing machine when she saw a lipstick stain on it.
She ignored it, and put it in the machine.
She began singing as take her mind off it.
She was having lunch, then her mind went to the lipstick stain on his shirt.
She tried to shrug it off by scrolling through her phone while she ate.
But it didn’t work.
She burst out in tears.
She’s trying so hard for this marriage to work, but all of her efforts seems to be futile.
Where has she gone wrong?
First she was married off to a guy she knows nothing about.
And now he’s drains her emotionally and mentally.
This is just their first week in marriage, and she’s gradually losing her sanity.
His dad’s company has finally been handed to him, and he’s over the moon.
He rested his glasses on his nose as he went through some files on his desk.
Granny Freya stormed in.
“GF” He got up with a smile.
“Why do you keep making the innocent girl cry?” She asked angrily.
“I’m sure she felt like crying cause I didn’t do anything to her” He replied.
“You guys didn’t even consummate your marriage”
“She complained about that too?” He asked with a frown.
“Paul make that girl happy.That’s all I ask of you” She said calmly.
“GF, I can’t” He replied, taking his seat.
“Gael Paul…”
“GF, what do you care for?” He asked, changing the topic.
Paul was driving home when his phone dinged. It was a message from his mistress.
I MISS YOU
He took a U-turn and went the other way.
He rang on the doorbell then Daphne called.
He looked at the screen, and rolled his eyes.
He rang the bell for the second time, then his finger accidentally touched the fingerprint sensor, and the call got picked on its own.
The lady opened the door, clad in a sultry dress, and then he put his phone in his pocket.
“I missed you” She smiled, and he went in.
Immediately, she closed the door. They began kissing sinfully and addictively.
She jumped on him kissing him hardly and deeply, heading to the bedroom.
The next minute their clothes were loitered around the whole place, and moans rented the whole place.
Daphne on the other hand was crying her eyes out as she heard their moans, groans, pants and the sound of skin slapping against each other on the phone.
She ended the call cause she couldn’t take it anymore.
She wiped off her tears, packed her bags and left the house.
Chapter 11 & 12 : The Mistress and the Wife
Daphne is stranded on the road.
No money neither is she familiar with this environment.
She doesn’t want to talk things out with her parents yet.
Though they’ve called her, texted her and even sent voicemails several times, she’s just not ready to have a conversation with them yet.
The only option she has is Granny Freya.
She brought out her phone from her pocket, and dialled her number.
“It’s past 11pm Daphne. Is everything okay?” Granny Freya asked calmly.
“Yeah Granny” Daphne forced a smile. The last thing she wants is to hurt her or make her worried.
“You sure?Where is your husband?” She asked.
“At home. I just wanted to clear my head off that’s why I decided to come stay with you,but I can leave if it’s uncomfortable for you” She said calmly.
“Not at all” Granny smiled.
Paul got home, and couldn’t find Daphne.
“Where did she go to?” He muttered searching around the house.
He went back to the room, and opened the wardrobe.
Majority of her stuffs are gone, and he made a sad face and then grinned.
“She finally left!!!!” He screamed in happiness.
“I don’t think Daphne is ever going to forgive us” Mr Miles lamented in guilt.
“I think same too” Mrs Millie sighed.
“We have no choice but to keep trying until she finds a place in her heart to forgive us”
“I wonder how she’s faring” She mumbled.
She’s been looking at her phone, hoping that Paul would call or even at least send her a text message but sadly there was none from him.
Neither a call or a text.
“He must be happy that I’m gone” Her eyes stung with tears.
There was a voicemail from her mom, and she listened to it.
“Daphne…. How are faring? Are you fine? How have you been? I’m sorry, Your dad is sorry, We are sorry. Please pick up our calls or send a text if you don’t want to talk to us. We’re worried about you… Please Daphne” The voicemail ended.
The next one was from her dad.
“Princess, I know I’ve disappointed and wronged you as a father, we’ve wronged you as your parents… We know we don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please…” It was evident in his voice that he was crying.
“Please forgive us” The voicemail ended, and she burst out in tears.
She misses them so much, but just as much as she misses them she doesn’t want to speak with them.
Paul woke up stretching his body happily like a free bird.
“I can’t believe she’s gone” He smiled, looking at the wardrobe.
“She’s made the right decision though cause I’ll never give her what she wants” He smiled.
His phone dinged.
CAN I COME SEE YOU?
SURE
He texted back.
Granny figured out that something was wrong and decided to bring Daphne back home.
She opened the door with the spare key, only for them to meet Paul and his mistress kissing hotly on the couch.
“Paul!!!” Granny Freya barked, and Daphne looked away in hurt.
They quickly broke the kiss, and stood up.
“GF” He wore his shirt.
“Bye” The lady said, before giving Daphne an irritating look.
She pushed Daphne away and walked out of the house.
“Daphne…” Granny Freya looked at her pitifully.
“I’m fine” She sniffles.
She took her bag upstairs leaving the grandson and his granny downstairs.
Immediately Daphne entered the room, she burst out in tears resting behind the door before falling on the ground.
No doubt Paul would never grow to like her or accept her for who she is.
It hurts so bad and so much to see another lady in his arms.
Granny Freya gave him a slap on both cheeks, making his eyes stung with tears.
“How dare you!!!” She barked.
“Your wife went missing the whole night, and you didn’t even bother to look for her” She said.
“Granny-
“Don’t you dare granny me. It’s all my fault. You are this spoilt cause of my pampering. I spoilt you so much with love and affection but is this how you pay me back?”
“When your mom’s family rejected you saying you were the cause of your parents death calling all sort of names. Names I can’t even pronounce. I took you in, and treated you like my son not like my grandson, better than I even treated your dad while he was alive. You never lacked anything. You had everything you wanted at your beck and call cause I didn’t want you to feel the absence of your parents!” She yelled.
“All I asked of you was to make her happy. Do you have any idea was I insisted that you got married to her? I saw my younger self in her. My parents were always harassed by thugs,and our store would get destroyed. But I didn’t for once leave or deny my parents cause of that. And she did same she stood by her parents on that day not minding the crowd watching” She cried.
“I could sense that she’d make a good wife to you and a good mother to your unborn kids, but all you do is make her cry!”
“Your grandfather was never a cheater neither for your dad. So who do you take after!” She snapped.
“Granny I’m sorry” He sniffles.
“Apologize to your wife not me” She said, and walked out of the house.
He ran his fingers in his hair in frustration.