Hey guys! this is just a reaaaally short story that has a total of 3-4 chapters only. Most of the chapters are already completed, so no worries about the updates.
So, I hope you all enjoy this. :D
She loosely holds the sheet that serves to cover her body, as she makes to stand by the window. Her breath is still labored from her previous activities, and her skin is still hot to the touch. Looking outside, she observes the crowd of people who are busy with whatever they are doing. Although it is nearing dusk, there are still vendors who are hustling to sell all of their products.
Pressing her forehead on the window pane, she closes her eyes as she welcomes the cold touch of the glass; the heat from her skin slowly seeping away. A pair of strong hands encircles her waist, making her smile and melt at the embrace. She leans towards person; being so close to him has allowed her to get a sniff of his cologne, mixed with sweat.
"Come back to bed, my love" the man whispers in her ear, making her shiver in delight.
Turning around to face him, she places her arms around his neck and leans in to give him a long kiss.
"You know I can't. I must go." She says, once they have separated.
She chuckles as she sees his pouting face- his reaction when he doesn't get his ways. Patting him on the cheek, she untangles herself from his hug and starts to retrieve her clothes. "Don't sulk, love, it doesn't suit you."
After putting all of her clothes on, she makes her way to the door. Before she goes out, she casts one last look at her lover, whose eyes are filled with sadness although his face remains expressionless. With that, she steps out of the room without saying goodbye.
Besides, they will see each other soon.
She is just in time for dinner when she arrives home. Upon opening the door to her house, the smell of food instantly hits her. She goes directly to the kitchen, knowing that her son will be there, cooking.
"Toby, dear, the food smells delicious." She says in greeting when she sees his son stirring what seems to be soup, which he is preparing.
The poor boy jumps in surprise at her unexpected presence. She chuckles and taps him at the back, looking over the casserole.
"Is it almost ready?" She asks, eyeing the food hungrily.
"Yes, mum!" Toby chirpily replies. "Just a few more minutes."
Ruffling his hair, which he always hates when she does, she exits the kitchen. "I'll be in the parlor."
She has done some serious walking a while ago, and so she shall rest her feet first, while waiting for dinner. Plopping down on the loveseat, she props her feet up on the foot stool. Thinking that she will have a moment peace, she closes her eyes, trying to relive what has happened just a while ago.
Her daydreaming has been cut off when she hears the voice of her husband. She quickly sits upright, looking for him.
"Where have you been?" He asks. His expression may be stoic, but she knows him too well to guess that under his monotone voice lays a boiling anger.
She looks up to him, forcing a smile to her face to hide her nervousness. It's a scary to think that he may know of the things she has done previously. "I went out with a friend, dear."
She hopes that he will not ask any further questions, because she knows that if he does so, the conversation will just turn into an argument. This has happened before, she already has an inkling on where this will lead.
"Don't lie to me, Eleanor." There it goes the use of her name and not her pet name. He only does ever call her this when he is angry or furious at her.
She tries to stay calm and collected, but it is hard to do so when you know that you've really done something unacceptable. Rolling her eyes, she crosses her arms to her chest to hide their shakiness. "Don't be silly. I'm not lying."
It always makes her nervous when he inquires about her tryst. She knows that she is playing a dangerous game with seeing another man, and it is just a matter of time before her husband finds out. But as far as she knows, she has been careful, making sure that her husband has plenty of customers to attend to before leaving, to keep him busy while she's gone.
He places his hand on both of the armrest of the seat, and leans so close to her that she can feel his hot breathe on her face. Ever so slowly, he says. "I will ask you again, Eleanor. This time, I will not tolerate you, lying to me. Where. Have. You. Been?"
She cannot look him in the eyes, for she knows that he will see through her lies. He can read her like a book. So, averting her gaze to the suddenly interesting floorboards, she repeats what she has answered him a while ago. "I went out with a friend."
She is not looking at him, but she can feel the intensity of his gaze boring through her skull. His breathing is coming out fast, like a kettle that's waiting to reach its boiling point. His silence speaks of many words. She'd rather choose that he shouts at her, than this. At least when he is screaming at her, she knows what he is thinking. But when he is like this, she is left having to worry what is running in his mind.
He pulls away from her, standing with his back to her. She lets out her breathe that she just realized she has been holding. Thinking that he has accepted her answer, she also stands up to go check on Toby. She does not want to be in the same room with him, lest he starts to ask her again.
Before she reaches the door, she stops as she hears what her husband has said next. Her blood runs cold as dread washes over her. She cannot move, nor can she even open her mouth to speak.
"I followed you. I know what you did."
She has been caught.
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