Chapter 150: Chapter 150

Amelia's POV

The rest of the days went by in bliss. We spent a few nights in Santorini and also visited Mykonos. Every place held a special memory in our hearts. Although we didn't want our honeymoon to end, we had to get real and return home.

As we reached New York, Stefan whisked us away to mom and dad's house for the day. Everyone was dying for updates, especially after the stunt that we pulled, getting lost and all. We received lots of lectures and advice and later relished Martha's super delicious home-cooked meal supervised by mom, of course. Anna's pregnancy was progressing and Arielle seemed to be super excited to have a baby sibling. Adrian had come alone without Azura and mom and gran were after his life about whether he broke up with her or not. Julian and Cassie however couldn't make it. Everyone loved the gifts that we got for them and I was glad, having chosen them myself.

Tristan and I showed all our pictures together and finally, we were able to return home in the evening. It was a very tiring day indeed and with work to attend to the next morning, all we could think of was sleep. We didn't even have the energy to unpack.

The next two days, we were super busy at work, unpacking, laundry and so many other things. Tristan was having some emergency at work and announced that he would have to travel to their hotel in Zürich, Switzerland the next day early in the morning.

"Will you accompany me, baby doll? I won't go alone this time," he insisted. My eyes widened as I knew that I had just taken up an order today and the client had already paid me a lump sum advance. With the rest of the designers having their hands full, I couldn't leave at such short notice. Moreover, we had just returned from our honeymoon and the work pressure had piled up for me.

"It won't be possible for me, Jay. I've just taken up an order," I told him. He frowned and walked off to our room to change. I noted the anger in his stride. I knew that he was disappointed in me but what could I do? He was going on a work tour while I had my work here. He should be more understanding. I went to make us dinner. Afterward, when we sat down to dinner, Tristan again asked me if I changed my mind.

"I want to go with you, Jay but I've just re-joined work and there's a huge backlog. The client has already paid us a lump sum amount and I can't go anywhere without finishing the task at hand," I told him. He ate angrily, not looking at me.

"Why can't the designers whom you pay so much do the work?" he asked impatiently.

"Their hands are full," I pointed out. Tristan sighed.

"Why do you need to take up so much work? Why can't you just take it easy and relax? There's no need to work so hard. I'm earning a lot and you can have all the luxuries in the world without having to lift a finger. See my mom, she always travels with dad. They do everything together," pointed out Tristan. I gaped at him with disbelief.

"I'm not, mom. I have a profession. I love what I'm doing. I don't want such luxuries, Jay. I want to earn them myself," I explained to him. He quickly finished his food, without even enjoying it.

"You're being a selfish wife, Amy. You only think of your own business. You have no wish to be with your husband who loves you so much," he said, taking offense. My mouth hung open as tears looked into my eyes. Was I a selfish wife? Was I a bad wife? Tristan got up and strode towards our bedroom, leaving the rest of his dinner untouched. Tears fell from my eyes at this immature and insensitive side of him. If he had expected that I would be leaving my work and globetrotting with him, then he had thought wrong. Just like his business was important to him, mine was to me. How did that make me selfish?

I slowly wrapped up the housework not wanting to face Tristan anymore. By the time I went to our bedroom, he had packed for his trip and gone off to sleep. I lay down, listening to his breathing wondering if he would go away being angry with me. I wanted to explain my situation to him, I wanted to make it up to him but couldn't. I had no idea when I dozed off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Tristan had gone away. I wept bitterly since he hadn't once thought of informing me before going. He broke a promise we had made towards one another on the Saronic Islands that we would never go anywhere without telling the other.

I had no idea when he would return, he hadn't told me anything. Heartbroken, I wept and completed the morning rituals at home. Later, I went to work and had a very bad day at work as well. I couldn't design a single dress the whole day and had to postpone the fitting dates. I knew that this couldn't go on and I had to get a grip over myself. I went to visit Anna at her house in the evening. Mom and gran were also there and they goaded me non-stop to tell them what was up with me. I knew that I looked a mess and finally when they kept on insisting, I broke down in front of them.

I told them exactly what had happened and mom hugged me. "Don't worry, dear. I'll talk to Tris. He can be very immature and demanding at times. I'm sure he'll realize his mistake soon. Stop crying, now. You'll fall sick before he returns," said mom.

"He'll return the day after tomorrow. I had a word with him," said Stefan. I smiled with relief as it wasn't a month-long trip as I had thought it to be.

"There, do you wish to stay here till he returns?" asked gran. I shook my head. I was fine for two days. I could manage.

"I'm feeling too tired to pack and move around. I'll stay at home and wait for Tristan instead," I said, wiping my eyes. They all smiled at me with relief.

"That's good. Call us if you need anything, okay?" said Anna. I nodded and left after dinner. It was true that everything around the house was reminding me of Tristan and I was going crazy but I knew that I had to get used to this. Tristan traveled a lot for work and I need to get adjusted to being away from him for a few days. I couldn't be like those clingy wives.

It was easier said than done though as the moment I lay down on our bed, I just couldn't help but miss him. But this time I was determined that I wouldn't be weak at all. I will take one day at a time and stay here at my home and wait for my husband to return home, like a dutiful wife. This was how married life was, full of ups and downs.