Her Side

ENZO

After the meetings for the day were over, I sat back on my chair while thinking. Something was very strange about her when I left for work. She didn't eat with me. I expected her to do so. After all, she was trying to change. She didn't see me off to work, as she claimed she would, every day. I knew it was just the start, yet I felt irritated by her actions. I knew I was not expecting too much from her.

I didn't even know why she was even behaving that way. I looked at the clock. It was almost time for me to get off work. I gathered all my stuff and went to the elevator. Once inside the elevator, I was going through my phone, hoping to see the menu for dinner, as Ariana would send me every single evening. But not on that specific evening.

It ruined my already ruined mood. The driver back home was smooth, maybe because I was lost in my thoughts. I got out of the car once we had arrived at the mansion. I went inside but I was disappointed yet again when Ariana was not by the door to welcome me, like she had started doing.

Fuming in anger, I walked into the kitchen. I tightened my fists when my eyes fell on her. She was in the kitchen, cooking, yet, she decided not to greet me. I wanted to give her a piece of my anger, but I decided to give it a rest. She was cooking for me. I knew that.

I walked away from the kitchen. In my bedroom, I found everything in its place, the room was clean, and my casual clothes were neatly placed on my bed. I couldn't help but feel proud in a way. She was doing her wifely duties, which she was supposed to do. I couldn't help but smirk.

After showering my exhaustion off of the day, I got dressed and went downstairs. My stomach was rumbling with hunger. I hadn't had anything for lunch. When I got to the dining room, I found Ariana setting the table for me.

I was victorious again. And I was smirking at my victory as I sat down on my chair. She filled my plate. She had baked lasagna for me. She filled a glass with water, and another one with red wine, just the way I like.

Then she turned around to leave. But I caught her wrist. “Where is your plate?” I asked, confused at her actions.

“I am not hungry. Let me go, please. I am exhausted. I need to sleep.” She replied to me coldly and it angered me even more.

I gasp escaped her lips when I suddenly pulled her on my lap. I didn't let her think. My arm was already wrapped around her waist to keep her on my lap. “Get the fuck out, everyone.” I screamed at the servants who were inside the dining room.

They ran out as soon as they heard me. I was left alone with my wife. With my other hand, I cupped the back of her neck. I could literally hear her heart hammering against her rib cage and she was breathing hard as I leaned forward. I held her against my chest and started eating.

“Please, let me go, Enzo. I don't want to eat anything.” She sobbed against my ear while trying to push me away. I pulled her face away from my chest and looked at her face. I realized, she was not meeting my gaze at all.

“Look at me!” I growled at her in anger. That's when she opened her eyes and looked at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you now?” I asked her as I couldn't contain my anger. I had a long day and I wanted to see her smiling face when I got back home. Unfortunately, she had other ideas.

“You seriously have no idea? You insulted me indirectly, now you want me to just suck it up and play good wife with you? How can you be so selfish?” She was sobbing, but she decided to raise her voice at me. I didn't like it at all.

“Did I lie? Why do you want to know about my schedule?” I growled at her again. I did a little pushing and pulling, until she was completely under my control, on my lap. She was trying to pull away from me. But I didn't let her.

“If you are not forgetting the fact that I am your wife and you want me to manage everything for you. You want me to be your wife and don't even trust me? How will this work?” By then, her eyes were red and swollen. A signature that she had been crying all day. Just the thought of her tears, made me excited for some reason.

“Did I lie? I asked you that. What if you want to get rid of me because I married you by force?” I growled at her again. I was pulling her hair, but not aggressively. I always wanted to pull her long blonde locks in an intimate way.

She started crying as she heard me. She punched my chest a few times, trying to free herself from my grasp. “I am not a child. There is no such thing as forced marriage. I said yes on my own free will. How could you accuse me of something so serious? You know I would never do something like this.” Her anger and the way she was avoiding me, started to make sense all of the sudden.

I just held her against my chest again and started eating again. I had realized that I had made a mistake. And to calm her down, I had to hold her in my arms. “Let me go, Enzo. I don't want to be anywhere near you, right now. Don't you get it?” She sobbed while wiggling on my lap. Frustrated at her, I pushed her hard.

With a loud gasp, she fell hard on her ass. I couldn't swear I heard something hitting her leg, but I was just too angry to pay attention. I was too angry. Either on myself or the situation. I heard her hissing in pain as she sat up on the hard floor. “Why the fuck are you still here then? GET OUT!” I couldn't hold back while screaming at her.

Wincing in pain, she got up. My heart did something I had never felt before in my life when I watched her limping out of the dining room. I grabbed the glass that had wine in it. I downed it all in one go. Just so I could ease that unusual feeling in my chest. I knew the wine would help. Or something stronger like vodka or scotch.