I’m Just His Wife

Mom sneezed and I was amazed at the kind of smile she had so I frowned at her.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Next time, son, don’t make Ivan tired so you won’t be up late.” He said the reason for my cheeks to get hot.

“Ma!” I shyly shouted and looked at Ice with a frown.

Mom laughed and approached me then whispered. “I want to have a grandchild again, son.”

Her cheeks got hotter and Mom’s laughter got louder. I just frowned and went downstairs. When we got downstairs and got to the kitchen I saw Ivan already sitting and reading the newspaper but he had not yet touched the food served on his plate.

Mom left because she said goodbye to me she would water the flowers and plants in the garden.

I made Ice sit in front of Ivan and I sat next to my son.

I put fried rice and bacon strips on her plate because that was her favorite breakfast. I also put food on my plate and saw that he had stopped reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, son.” He greeted our son with a miserly smile.

“Good morning, Dad.” Ice greeted me with a wide smile on her lips and started eating, good thing my son knew how to eat on his own.

Ivan smiled more and started eating so I ate too. Some time later my phone rang so I took it out of my pants pocket and saw on the screen the unknown number calling.

I answered the call. “Hello?”

“Rigella, it’s Seymour. I called you before but your husband answered. I was even insulted.” He laughed and said so I turned to Ivan who looked up at me and raised an eyebrow at me.

I averted my eyes. ‘tsk. Why were you called?” I will ask.

“Hala! You forgot right away? Now we’re going to meet the fashion designer I know, right?” The sullenness was obvious in his voice.

I was slapped on the forehead. “Of course. Oh he’s fine, where will we meet?”

“I’ll just pick you up. Around 4:00 pm. I’m still working on something. Just text me your address.”

“were you sure? Will you pick me up?” I was shocked by the question.

“Well, cupcakes! Oh, go ahead. Maybe your husband will beat me up.” He laughed and said so I was surprised.

“What?”

“No. All right, I’ll take it down.”

I just sucked. “All right. Bye, cookie monster.”

“Aish! Don’t call me that, it reduces appeal. All right, bye cupcakes!”

Laughing, I hung up the phone and saw Ivan’s frown.

Later, a cellphone rang again. That wasn’t my ringtone so I found out Ivan had that phone.

He stood up and answered the phone then walked away from us. My forehead furrowed. Who could that be?

Out of curiosity I couldn’t help but follow him. He got to the terrace and sat on a sofa so I hid behind a wall.

“Yes … we won’t meet today, babe. I have an important meeting today … I was doing paper works last night that’s why I couldn’t answer your calls … what? No. Rigella was not a problem so please, let’s not quarrel with him … yes, babe. Don’t worry, you’re the only one I love … you know I can’t do that, but soon I’ll marry you, okay ?. . sure, okay babe. I love you, bye. ”

I turned around and quickly walked away. Tears dripped from my left eye but I stopped my tears from flowing.

He still doesn’t love me. It’s still Lara …

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Rigella’s POV

We have returned to our house. Ice was now sleeping in her room and Ivan has entered his work. While I am, I keep myself busy so that I will not remember what I heard before. I cleaned the whole house before even though we had a maid and now I will change our curtains.

I stepped on the stairs and when I weighed myself I stepped on the top. I picked up the curtain and gently hung it up. But I still can’t really help but think of that. My own mind was betraying me.

Ivan said earlier to Lara on the phone, “I’ll marry you soon”. Meaning, he has plans to divorce me so that he and Lara can marry. It hurts, it hurts so much. Then he still loves you with him, which he never told me.

I”ll admit, I assume. I thought that by giving myself back to him, he would be able to love me. But no, it’s still Lara. Am I really that hard to love? I did everything I can but still nothing.

The wind blew me away and I shook. It seems that no matter what I do I will never fall in love with him. It looks like I will be forced to sign annulment papers that he will file soon.

I was nervous when I saw one foot of the stairs give up. Until the stairs gave up and I just closed my eyes because my back would hit the floor.

But after a while I immediately opened my eyes because I felt arms catch me.

“S-Seymour…” I whispered.

He just sneered and winked at me before slowly adjusting my position. He frowned and looked at me from head to toe.

“Why aren’t you getting dressed yet?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

My forehead furrowed and I was slapped on the forehead when I remembered that we were leaving. I looked at the wall clock here in the living room and my eyes widened when I saw it was only three o’clock!

I frowned at him. “What about your morning? It’s only three o’clock.”

He just teased me and pinched my nose. “I know you’re slow so I’m going early. All right, get dressed. We’re leaving.”

I just stared at him and touched my nose which was red. “I’m still going to take a bath. I’m so sweaty.” I said sweat on my forehead.

He laughed. “It’s your art. You can still smell even if you’re sweaty.” He said and winked at me again.

I just sucked. “I’ll just take a shower then we’ll leave. You’re here in the living room first.” I said and walked up the stairs.

It was about six in the afternoon when we arrived at the restaurant where we met the fashion designer that Seymour knew. When he was able to park the car I was about to get off when Seymour stopped me.