I am pissed. If I hadn't been angry enough last night, I am more angry now. I'm angry with
myself because I went to bed furious with my husband. I know I shouldn't care, but he's so...
And now I'm even more pissed because I dreamt the bastard. I dreamt we were having sex.
I dreamt that this fool had been all over me and I liked it. No. I loved it.
Ugh. Why would I even want to sleep with a cheater? Damn it. So when I woke up, I wanted
nothing to do with him. We got dressed, went down for breakfast, ate our meals in silence,
and headed back upstairs. It was like clockwork. Sergio left me in the bedroom and went to the gym.
Now I'm sitting here on my bed planning my entire day without him. If he can have another woman at
his side while married to me, then I can do whatever the fuck I want. I get dressed in biker
shorts and a crop top and head downstairs for the next yoga session. It's almost 10.30 and I'm
a little late. I arrive downstairs and enter the bar area so I can head through the side door
and stop short when I see Sergio sitting at the bar nursing a drink. Isn't he supposed to be at the
gym? Liar. I take a deep breath and exhale. This shouldn't infuriate me. I should have no care
whatsoever. As I'm about to walk past him, I pause when the same woman from the beach who had bent
over to take up the phone joins him at the table. My eyes narrow at them and I can't even believe it.
My husband is actually entertaining her. She's not even wearing clothes. She's wearing a bikini
bra and a mesh skirt that reveals her fucking thong. Did they plan this? I bet. When she leans
in and touches Sergio on his leg, I patiently wait for him to brush her off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he is a prick after all. I walk past both of them, not stopping one bit to acknowledge
anything. And I know he can see me. I know he saw me. As he should. So when I meet the end of the
room and walk outside, I stand there for a few minutes thinking he will come after me and apologize
or something, but he doesn't. Like, what the fuck does he even care? Anger boils inside of me.
I'm even more annoyed than I was when I woke up. Why am I even putting all this energy into that
jerk? This is our honeymoon and he hasn't made an effort. So what am I thinking? I hate that I
think he cares or is willing to make this work between us. I hate that I fell for his gentleman
ly charms. I hate that I can be this goddamn gullible. I spend the rest of my morning doing yoga,
and it has helped because I'm feeling much more calm. Seeing that I have more than enough time
for everything, I head over to the tennis court and play doubles with some strangers. By the time
I'm all sweaty and tired, it's after one. I should have been back a long time ago to have
lunch with Sergio, but I'm not going anywhere with that bastard. He can suck ass. I'm sure he got the
point when I didn't return to the bedroom. I grab a quick bite at one of the many restaurants and
head to the front desk to book a tour. I know Sergio is probably still waiting for me in the room,
so I'm not going there until the end of the day. I refuse to let him dictate anything I want to do
for the rest of this honeymoon, which is why I packed an entire duffel bag with a change of
clothes. There are so many washrooms and change rooms around that I can slip in and slip out at
my whim. By the time I'm finished with my city tour around the island, it's almost six o'clock.
We get back in time for dinner, which I must say I'm famished for. Today was eventful, but draining.
We did a lot of walking and other activities like zip lining and ATV riding. It was a task to get
there because most of the areas had to be hiked. I enjoyed myself and I'm glad I did it, especially
without Sergio. I take the elevator up to my room and slowly make my way to the door. I take a deep
breath before swiping my card to enter. Immediately I feel his presence. Sergio has this kind of dark
aura and it can wear heavy on anyone who doesn't know him, including me. I have no idea what I'm
walking into right now because I don't know this man, and even over the past few days he has been
nice to me. I've never seen him on his bad side. I set my bag on the floor and close the door.
Sergio is sitting on the couch that he has strategically placed facing the door.
His laptop is on his lap and he's typing. What's worse is that he hasn't looked up at me.
Not even for a second, I make it across the room and suddenly it feels like the walk of shame.
I don't know why I'm feeling guilty for doing something I wanted to do.
Why do I feel like I'm the bad person right now? I don't say anything. I just grab fresh clothing
and head into the bathroom. The shower is raining down on my head but I find myself staring blankly
at the tiles. Today was for me but it feels like I had made it all about him. That I only did the
tour to piss him off. That I skipped lunch so I can make him pay. I jump hearing the door open.
Maybe this is it. Maybe this is where I die or where he hurts me because I disobeyed him or
didn't follow his rules. I still... I stay quiet, letting the heavy shower rain on me.
Did you eat? He asks. I pretend to not hear him and he asks the question again.
No. I say. Do you want me to make reservations at the restaurant or do you want us to have our dinner
here? I'm still not in the mood to sit at a restaurant but maybe that might be the smarter
option but I'm also tired. Room service. I say. Anything in particular you would like to eat?
I lather my sponge with soap and rub it across my chest. No. No, you choose.
There's silence for a little while and then the door closes. I let out a breath I didn't even know
I was holding. Why does this man intimidate me? Why does he scare me so much? Why am I afraid of him?
When I finally head back out into the room dressed in my silk pajamas, Sergio is sitting at the table.
The food has arrived and he hasn't touched it. You didn't have to wait on me.
I don't do things I don't want to do. He stands and pulls my chair. No. Sit.
He shares the food and within minutes we are eating. The silence is deafening again.
The air is thick around us and gets thicker because there are so many things unsaid. Sergio
lifts his head and sips his wine. How was your day? Good. I respond swallowing my meat.
I enjoyed it. That's nice to hear. I give him a fake smile and continue to eat.
His words and expression don't match. His face is straight and stiff, like he's annoyed,
as if my presence irritates him. Am I supposed to ask him about his day? If I don't, will that make me
a bad person? And yours? I croak out. Lonely. I stop chewing and peer up at him. Sergio's eyes are
beautiful, especially under the dim lighting. Really, this is the first time I'm truly seeing
the color of his eyes. It's a smoky gray. Or maybe it's a light blue. Sergio stares back at me,
unblinking. I clear my throat. Oh, okay. I don't say anything more than that because I know I'll
only be walking into a trap. So tell me, what did you do today? I put some vegetables in my mouth,
patiently chew it, and then swallow. I need to gather my thoughts. I don't want to say anything
that may trigger him. I shrug. Nothing much. Did some yoga and I went on a tour? A city tour?
I nod, wondering how he figured that out. But I guess he probably looked at the magazine too.
Did Richard give you any trouble? I freeze with my fork full of rice dangling mid-air.
How the fuck did he know about Richard? And as if reading my expression, Sergio smiles.
You didn't really think I would let you go out in a big-ass city by yourself, right?
Fuck. Damn it. No wonder the dude had been nice and extra helpful. I should have known
something was up. I scowl at him. Why would you do that? I can handle shit on my own. I don't need
your help or your stupid bodyguards to take care of me. Sergio tilts his head. Oh, Richard wasn't
a bodyguard. He works at this hotel, and I paid him to make sure you're comfortable. I paid him
to report back to me everything you did. How romantic. I snide. Why can't I just have one day
without being stifled by you? I am so tired of this shit. Sergio sets his fork down.
Tired of what, really? Tired of spending time with your husband? We had a plan, Bianca. We agreed
on eating together and spending the evening in each other's company. You agreed to all of it,
so what the fuck are you tired of? This, you, everything. I feel like I'm trapped in a box,
and I can't do anything about it. I set my foot down and stand, pushing the chair away.
I don't want to be married to you. I don't want any of this sham of our marriage. We are not lovers
or soulmates. So what the hell are we spending time for? Calm down. Have a seat, Bianca.
And why should I even be listening to your lying, cheating ass? How am I supposed to
respect you and your wishes when you don't give a flying fuck about me? Excuse me? I saw you at
the bar this morning. I saw you and that bitch from the beach by the bar. I huff. And I know you saw
me. I passed right in front of you guys, and you didn't even budge to come after me. It's like
you didn't care if I saw you with another woman. I am standing and bearing myself to this man,
and Sergio is just sitting there looking at me all composed and poised as if nothing is going on between
us. Had you stayed long enough? He begins. You would have seen that I had told her to leave,
but you were so short-sighted and unhinged that you couldn't be an adult enough to assess the
situation. You stormed off like a child and expected me to chase after you. I am not your
father, Bianca. My eyes narrow at him. Well, at least you're right about that.
My father has been faithful to my mother throughout their marriage. That I cannot say about you.
Sergio stands and walks to the foot of the bed. You know nothing about me, love. I move to the door,
prepared to leave the room. I'll be damned if I have to sleep with this deceitful, controlling
bastard for one more night. I know that every night since we have been here you have been texting
your whore without fail. And you don't even have the decency to do it in the bathroom or
something as a form of respect. But I guess all pigs behave like swine. Sergio's jaw tenses. Finally,
I've struck a nerve. You think you know everything, but you're just a jealous, insecure little girl.
That's it. I am so done with him. I'm so finished with this. I pull on the door handle to open it,
but Sergio reaches across the room and pushes it with a force. He leans against it, blocking me
from exiting. Let me go. That whore you're referring to is my sister, Bianca. I laugh.
Good one. Now move, Sergio. He doesn't have a sister. If he did, she surely would have been
at the wedding. Mom would have introduced us. So he couldn't fool me. Sergio grabs me by the wrist
and pulls me across the room. He takes up his phone, unlocks it, and pulls up a photo of the
same woman he'd been texting every night. He opens the messages. Read. I try to fight him off,
but he's too strong. I give in, reading the texts. He's right. Dr. Saria Bonaparte is a doctor without
borders, and currently she's serving in a country that's at war. Most of the texts are just about
them wishing each other well and safe. I feel stupid, dumb. But how was I to know? How am I
supposed to know that he has a sister? I just met the guy. We have never spoken of ourselves or even
our family. I assumed everyone at the wedding was family. Sergio tosses the phone on the table.
Got all the answers now? I'm sorry. You let your emotions rule you. You don't even think about
asking questions. You act on what you think you know. I'm sorry for calling her a whore. Sergio
waves his hand in dismissal as if my apology isn't sincere enough. But it was. He returns to the
table and begins eating again. If you want to go, you can go. You are taxing. I stand rigid in the
middle of the room. I can't even begin to express how silly I feel. If you're not going to leave,
then finish eating your food, Bianca. I drag my feet to the table and sit. He swallows his last
bite and then says, If you have questions, then ask them. I will answer all of them the best I can.
Don't go about creating problems when you can just ask a fucking question. I stabbed the
stake with my fork. Why did you agree to this marriage? Sergio is much older than me. I am pretty
sure he can have his fair share of wealthy women. So why me? Why my family? Because when I saw the
picture of you and saw you in person, I knew you were right for me.
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