Chapter 8: Chapter 8

7. When did he start caring?

I scrambled into my room, the next thing I did was to bury myself in that soft bed. The excruciating pain in my heart right now can't even compare to yesterday's.

How can he do this to me, even if he hates me, he should at least respect our marriage....we are here for our honeymoon, it is not too much to ask of him to keep himself at bay.

The image of his shirtless self and the sexily dressed Annabelle makes my heart pound and throb in pain.

I don't even know why I am feeling this miserable when I shouldn't, or maybe I'm mad to have started feeling something for a man that has done nothing but hate me at first sight.

I don't know much about love or feelings but my mother said that any man that can make your heart palpitate, skip and beat has a special place in your heart even without you knowing.

I felt this way the first day I met my husband even before our marriage. I know it's not because of how handsome he is because I've seen lots of handsome men but I never felt the way I did with my husband.

Without even thinking, I've already concluded in my heart that I will stay by my husband's side forever even before Mr Williams asked me to make him a promise.

All these… I don't understand them because I am young and also I wasn't socially exposed so I lack a lot but the little perk I get from reading so many love novels gave me a good overview of what I feel.

Even though I can't explain it much, even without me saying it out loud, my heart knows it. But I think I'm hurting my heart, just like some female leads in most novels I've read... loving a man that can't love them, a man that is for everyone. I should take some precautions, I am at the edge so I should warn myself not to get deep.

Crying my eyes out, I climb down from the bed and walk towards the huge standing mirror in my room. I stood there staring at my reflection.

A lissom, flexible pale body with a very small round face, doe brown hazel eyes and slightly long black hair. My nose is sharp, my lips are tiny and pink, my cheeks are pink too and can get pinker if I blush.

Staring at my image for over two minutes, my head keeps giving me more reason my husband will never love me. Comparing myself to Annabelle, I am far beyond her standard of beauty.

She has a killer body shape unlike mine, she's tall with shining, milky brown hair... there is too much perfection on her body, I just can't explain it all. I should just stop dreaming, there's no way I would beat someone as beautiful as her.

No matter what, I believe that my husband will always choose beautiful, successful and mature women over me…. women like Annabelle.

This thought hit another stinge of pain in my heart, now I regret ever coming to this honeymoon. It would have been better to stay back at the mansion doing nothing than to come here and witness all these heartbreaking scenes.

I sigh sadly and walk to the bed sinking myself into it once again and of course I couldn't stop crying, I actually cried myself to sleep like last night.

The next morning I woke up feeling so weak. I totter towards the bathroom to take my bath, I guess I will feel better once I do so.

I received a call from Darren after spending a long time in the bathroom. I actually exchanged numbers with him yesterday, Mr Williams got me a new phone. I sold my previous phone to feed myself before he later found me.

Darren said that he's waiting for me at the hotel's lobby. It was at this moment that I realized how much I needed this tour with him. I needed something to distract my mind and take it away from what I saw yesterday.

I put on a simple off-shoulder dim blue dress, it hugged my body and reached down to my knee. Checking myself in the mirror, I loved how the dress fitted so well on my body.

I packed my hair up but left the strand to fall through my back. I am not a fan of make-up, in fact, I don't even know how to apply it.

Just when I am done dressing up, I feel a little bit sad. I was supposed to go out with my husband and not someone else. To tour this city, I should do it with him but he doesn't even want to see me. Annabelle must have woken up from that arm I should have woken up from.... it hurts.

I tried to hold back the tears to prevent my eyes from swelling up.

I left my room to the parking lot where I met Darren, he's draped in a white shirt and black trousers. He actually looks handsome with his silky brown hair falling over his face.

“Hi!" he waves at me the moment he sees me from close distance with Jake walking behind me. I actually took only him with me, I don't want to pack all the four bodyguards on a simple tour like this.

“Hi!" I also waved back before I approached him.

“You look stunning," he compliments and I smile shyly. I hardly hear those words being thrown at me so his compliment actually made me both happy and shy.

“Shall we," he said and took my hand. This made me blush, why's he being a gentleman. I've read in many books about this kind of courtesy from men towards a lady. Like, the male lead will treat the female lead with so much respect.

Immediately, my thoughts wander towards my husband. I wonder how I will feel if he treats me like this, of course I will feel on top of the world.

Is barely one week into this marriage and the little experience I've gotten is enough to tell me that my husband will never treat me the way I thought and it stung my heart.

We drove in Darren's Lamborghini. Jake wanted to drive in the same car with us but unfortunately Darren came with a Lamborghini Aventador which he was the one that told me the brand. I don't know much about these stuffs so I tend to ask questions when I see one.

Jake took another car to trail behind us. The Lamborghini of a car has a very speed rate, I'm sure Jake is finding it hard to trail closer behind us with his….. Well, I don't know the name of the car he's driving, so I will ask him about it. It's one of the cars that drove us from the airport to this resort.

Driving in Darren's Lamborghini makes me feel alive, it makes me forget all my worries and pains.

The car is open-roofed and I love it. I stood on my feet when happiness washed over me. I do not care if anyone around sees me as a psycho but I knew I needed this feeling.

Ever since my mother died, I don't think I can remember what happiness is or what you can feel from it.

Even my wedding day, which was supposed to be a happy and memorable day for me, was my saddest day. Also, this honeymoon which should be something I will talk about in the future with a broad smile on my face is now something I don't even want a little bit of its memory to linger in my heart.

My husband accepted the honeymoon, I thought he did because he finally wanted to accept me as his wife but no, he actually accepted because Mr Williams forced him to. He came here because of Mr Williams and not for me.

I close my eyes and allow the cool breeze to wash through my face, giving me that intriguing feeling I want. I should stop thinking about my problem and focus on this beautiful city before me. I couldn't get a clear view of it when we drove from the airport to the resort because my heart was heavy.

Now, I can vividly see the beauty of London, this is a very big and beautiful city. As this is my first time in the city, it actually exceeded my expectations…. I love every single view of it. Standing on my feet, looking out from the unroofed car makes it more exciting.

“I can see how happy you are," that's Darren's voice. I literally forgot that I was in this car with someone else. I was in my own world.

I smile and take my seat.

“This is definitely a beautiful city."

“I'm going to take you to many interesting places."

“Wow! That will be so much fun. Am feeling happy already."

Darren drove me round the city and finally settled at the British museum which is one of the biggest museums in London according to him. I actually asked him to stop by at the museum when he talked about it.

I love artworks like paintings, drawings, sculpture and architecture but I've never had the opportunity to be at a museum. I feel so happy to finally get into one, this is a dream come true.

It was so fun walking around the museum and feeding my eyes with things that pleased them. Things like this give me an overview of what to write since I love writing… It is one of my best hobbies which only my late parents know about. Well, I don't have any friends to share my hobbies or any personal things about me.

I spent a good time with Darren as he took me to many interesting places while Jake tagged along. He also took me to one of the best restaurants in London where I had a delicate dish.

Spending the whole day enjoying myself, I finally returned to the resort with Jake and Darren.

At the hotel's lobby, I met Annabelle with two men in suits which I guessed to be her bodyguards. Those men were dragging her luggage. It seems like she's leaving the hotel tonight but why? Why's she in such a hurry to leave and couldn't wait till tomorrow morning.

She stood in front of me and blocked my way. I gulp down because her glares are deadly. Why is she glaring at me?

Is she angry or what? Well that's ludicrous because I am the one that is supposed to be angry.

I was the one that saw her with my husband together in a room and they were alone in there.

No matter how I tried to forget last night, I just couldn't. Even though I enjoyed myself today, I still feel dejected and seeing this woman made it worse.

I can't imagine what went on between her and my husband last night, she must have enjoyed my husband last night.

I clench my fist trying to keep my anger at bay. It won't do me good letting it out. I'm nowhere close to Annabelle's standard. I will just have to bury my pains and anger inside of me.

After some few seconds of giving me those sullen glares, she walked away. What's wrong with her? I just don't know. If those glares state that she hates me. Well, she should know that I hate her too!

I ignored what happened and just walked to my suite but surprisingly I saw my husband. It looks like he has been here and he's about to leave but I wondered why he came to my suite.

His eyes are filled with many things I can't comprehend. Actually, his eyes have never given off any hint.

I gulped down into nothing as he made long strides towards me. When he finally stood close to me but not so close, his next question swept me off my feet. When did he start caring about me and my whereabouts? Since two days we've been here, he never cared so why's he caring today.