Chapter 42: Chapter 40

*After a significant wait, in the early hours of the morning, an author got inspired to pen down a chapter for the readers to enjoy, hoping it'll make someone's day.

A piece from my heart to yours.

Who knows there might be a surprise too?* 🤷🏻

Song: 'All I want' by Olivia Rodrigo

All I want is love that lasts

Is all I want too much to ask?

Is it something wrong with me?

All I want is a good guy

Are my expectations far too high?

Try my best but what can I say

All I have is myself at the end of the day

But shouldn't that be enough for me?

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh

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HANNAH’S POV

“I confirmed it of course, why would I not?” I reasoned.

“Who the hell are you to confirm it? You should’ve asked me first.” It didn’t come out in anger, just his usual passive-aggressive tone.

Right now, the topic of discussion is how dare I agree to a dinner that his father invited us to. And this so-called discussion is making me wonder if he’s so always this shallow and unreasonable how come he’s good a businessman? Clearly, his ability to foresee the future is next to nil.

So I decided to spell it out for him.

“First of all, I’m not your slave to need your permission, secondly, it’s your family dinner hosted by your mother, and how do you think  it would’ve seemed if I refused it right away knowing that I’m your ever so loving wife?” I whisper-screamed the last part so no one can hear me.

“This involves not only you but me also and so does my family, so yes, you do need my fucking permission,” he hissed, “Now call him and say that we can’t come.” Ooh, the ordering tone, like hell I would.

“And why would I do that?” I questioned back knowing very well by now that it’ll annoy him.

“Just do as you’ve been told.”

“I won’t, though you’re welcome to do it yourself,” I retorted back, “Besides, I want to go, and guess what? I will go,” I hung up before he could argue any further.

Well, I’ve learned a thing or two about not giving a shit about him.

Any you’d ask why I want to go to his family dinner? The answer is simple.

I don’t. I just want to irritate him.

Or perhaps I do want to go.

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“No, not this one either.”

“This is the 100th outfit I’m showing you, Miles, just pick one already.” I slumped on the bed, tired.

It was my mistake that I called her for help and now I need rescuing from her. She’s just not liking anything.

“I’m calling you on from work, you ungrateful bitch, now show me what else you have, and not those rugged hags that you call clothes.”

“Oh shut up, I don’t understand why I can’t wear my regular clothes?” I asked, “my good clothes.” I had to add.

“Because my darling, you’re married now and this is the first time you’re going to meet his family officially since that fateful day. I want you to look great, I want them to like you.”

“What difference does it make? They can like me the way I am. And why do they need to like me?” I raised my eyebrow at the camera as I raised two different outfits in my hands.

“It matters, you won’t understand now. Though, you should,” she rolled her eyes, “And no, not these either.”

“Oh come on, just select something, would you?” I whined in exhaustion, “It would’ve been better if I went naked.” I instantly regretted saying that, knowing how dirty her mind is.

“Oh you naughty girl, you’d like that, won’t you?” she teased, “Though, I’m not sure you guys would’ve gotten past the bedroom door,” and she winked for greater impact as if her words weren’t enough.

“You’re disgusting, you know that right?” I said trying to shake off the very visible graphic images from my mind, “and FYI, he’s not coming, I’m going alone.”

“What, why?”

“Long story, just ignore him. Now would you please choose something?” Frustration was evident in my words.

“So you wasted 45 minutes of my time just to tell me you’re going alone. Why would you go alone?” she fumed.

“Because I want to?” I stated the obvious.

“Well, in that case, wear whatever” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Are you kidding me, after all this while you’re saying ‘wear whatever’ just like that?” If only she was in front of me I would’ve killed her.

“Yeah, that’s because I thought you both were going together, I wanted him to see you all dressed up, why would I put effort for your in-laws, come on Hannah.” She can’t be serious.

“Why would I dress up for him? I’ve explained our dynamic to you many times but you just won’t give up. We’re not a real couple, Miles, we don’t need all this, and bearing each other is hard enough as is. So please stop these futile attempts that somehow this will turn into a fairy tale.” I lashed out unable to hold back the frustration that was building up into anger.

“You’re just so stubborn, just once if you both put your egos aside and give this a chance, but no, you both are equally thickheaded and idiots.” she stared at me with hopelessness, “Go ahead, wear that navy blue dress of yours, be a plain jane for all I care.”

“See, it wasn’t so hard. Now was it?” I gave her a fake smile.

“Get lost, now.” I can tell she’s mad at me but that’s okay, we fight like this every other day.

“Hey Miles,” I called to ease things up a little.

“What now?” she asked with a scowl on her face.

“I love you!” I cooed as I sent a flying kiss her way.

“And I hate you.” She said hiding her smile.

And we said our goodbyes. I just love her, I really do.

I picked up the dress she chose from the pile of clothes that were now lying either on the floor or the bed. I sat blankly for a while, lost in my thoughts, reminiscing the happenings of the day. Her recent words are echoing within me making me uncomfortable.

Sometimes, some thoughts dwell deeper than others, though you know they’re impossible to become a reality. I clenched my eyes shut for a while to get rid of the uneasiness that I was feeling for reasons unknown.

Just a little more longer, Hannah, it'll be over soon or you'll get used to it.

Opening up my eyes, I sighed and got up to get ready.