chapter 5

I shuddered as I hugged hug the naked body. The tears never stopped flowing while carrying the pain I was feeling. I heard my husband's deep sleep. My femininity hurts. Max didn't stop me until it got dark. For several hours he claimed me very violently. I never thought I would feel that kind of Max in my entire life.

I don't know why he suddenly changed. I feel like someone has merged with his evil spirit. She doesn't seem to be the Max I married. He didn't seem to be the Max I loved.

Disgusted I rubbed the whole body with my hands. I am disgusted with myself. I am disgusted with everything.

I watched Max's back bare. He was very sleepy while I could not bear what he did to me.

I felt like I was raped by my own husband.

I slowly got out of bed. It wasn't my first time but it was the harshest moment I make love with him. If you can call it make love after what he did.

I approached in front of him. My tears fell as I caressed his face slowly. I kissed his forehead then whispered over his ears.

"M-Max ... p-please c-come back" I heard him groaned. I immediately wiped away my tears and organized myself.

My attention immediately turned to the mini table where Max's cellphone rang. I picked it up and opened it.

I was grateful when there was no password for that.

A message is displayed on the screen.

From: Sweety

Sweety, can you go for my condo right now? I'm so bored and I need you.

I'm weak. I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the bathroom and there I cried and cried. I shouted and cursed myself.

I feel sorry for myself! This is not me! What is my fault? Why do we have to go through this?

I haven't eaten yet but I can't even feel hungry.

I cleaned myself first before coming out of the bathroom. I was already wearing a robe. The shiver immediately crept into my muscles when I saw Max sitting on the bed and dark looking at me.

"M-Max"

"Who the hell give you the permission to stand?"

"It's my house and I'm right" He smirked then stood up. He didn't care about nudity. I swallowed as he slowly approached me and sniffed my hair. I did not move. I think I also stopped my breathing. Fearing that he might do something bad to me.

"How was it? Do you like it my wife?" He huskily said. I swallowed every seconds as I heard how my heart beats so loud.

"M-Max ... what's going on with you?" I question with all my might. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Your intentional smile. I backed away. He rubbed my cheek and laughed.

"I wonder if I already erased the memory of you with your affair. Am I better than your outfit? Ha? Am I better! Damn tell me!" I was hurt by what he did. He pulled down the robe I was wearing. I feel sorry for you.

"M-Max my baby, that's right p-please" I sobbed. He pushed me onto the bed and immediately overpowered me. He held both my hands tightly. Whatever I feel I can't get away.

He completely took off his robe and just threw it somewhere. He gripped my jaw tightly.

"Why did I marry you? Damn!" He immediately grabbed me with a kiss.

I could do nothing but cry as he claimed me over and over again.

I woke up early the next day. Max is no longer beside me. I clung to the blanket and my tears flowed again. I immediately wiped it off.

This is a mistake! Our wedding is a mistake!

I took a shower before going down.

Very quiet there. There is no trace of anyone. Only now did I feel hungry when my stomach boiled.

I rummaged in the fridge. I smiled when I saw what could be dark.

I cooked adobo. I ate immediately when it was cooked.

I have changed everything. The sweet and caring Max is gone. I don't have a good morning. No man will give me a smile in the morning. No one will love me.

Because I know ... he doesn't really love me. I have accepted that. Max doesn't love me.

I was washing the dishes when Max came inside while someone was talking on the cellphone. Reddened and oversized smile on the lips.

"Uh-huh honey"

"Maybe later" He sat down on the sofa.

"Who?" He paused for a moment before looking at me. I immediately averted my eyes.

"Sorry. I don't have that one"

I left the kitchen and went out.

I held onto the veranda and inhaled a nice breeze of air. I cried again when I remembered our happy past.

If I could just be there and never come back here, I would.

I want to be with Max.

The Max I loved and married.

I saw Max get out and go to his car right away. I'm sad. My heart is in so much pain. I feel like I will give up at any moment.

But, I can't ...

I love him so much.

I immediately went back to the room. I glanced at my cellphone when I saw it ringing.

Ishmael's name appeared on the screen.

"Why did you call?" I said when I answered the call.

"Uhm, are you doing anything?" I sat up in bed.

"Nothing, why?" I heard her loud sigh.

"Can I invite you to eat out? If only I could"

I blew a violent wind. Max and I have a problem. I don't want to add to that because he might get even angrier with me.

"I'm sorry, huh? But I can't" I immediately hung up. I collapsed on the bed and temporarily closed my eyes.

"If only I can turn back the time. I rather choose to be with the Max who'd court me than the one who became my husband" I whispered.

I left the room. I sat on the sofa and watched cartoons so I could somehow entertain myself.

I must have been sitting for a few hours when the door opened with a shrill laugh from the woman.

"Yeah, I love you too, Honey" I didn't look back there. I knew I would only get hurt. I could see in my peripheral vision Max hugging the woman and carrying her high.

My chest tightened again.

When will my ex -wife return?

I grabbed the mini pillow and that's what I hugged. I heard their footsteps up as they laughed. I bit my fingers.

I can't be bothered!

He shouldn't doing that kind of thing! He shouldn't do that!

He's married!

He had a wife!

I'm his wife!

I'm Mrs. Villano!

He married me!

I'm getting nailed. I no longer understood the cartoons I was watching. It was just blah blah blah that played on my brain. I firmly bit the mini pillow.

I'm the wife! Must, I resist!

I'm full of heart. I don't care about that fucking ego anymore. I don't care about what the hell is happening on him! He married me! It's means, he give me the rights on him! I have the right!

I straightened my hair first and walked quickly to the top. I saw them outside our room. Kissing.

My face darkened. Urge of killing runs through my veins. Anger filled my heart. I'm jealous yes! But, dammit! I am his wife! And I was overwhelmed by the urge to rush the woman and slap her. Damn her! No more embarrassment!

Their lips parted. Max stared at him intently. The head heats up.

"How was it?" My wife said softly.

"It's delicious and tasty. I wonder how does it feels down there" He touched Max's manhood even though he's on his pants.

My eyes widened. I'm full.

That thing is mine! Only mine!

"How dare you!" I quickly approached there and pulled the woman's hair. She screamed because of my tight grip. Max's eyes widened. He grabbed my hand and forced it away from the woman.

"Ouch! Fuck you! Fuck you! Let me fucking go!" He struggled hard. I didn't give him a chance.

"Dammit, Vienna! Fucking let her go!" Max shouted at me and forced me to hold his arm to release the woman. I slapped him with utmost force.

"How dare you, Max! Aren't you satisfied with me yet! You fool! I'm your wife!" The woman hugged him now as if her hair was a nest. The lipstick spread and the other stiletto on the foot was gone.

"M-Max ... she h-hurt me. P-Please honey do s-something" He shook Max. But it seemed to hear nothing.

"H-How dare y-you" My tears flowed. I immediately wiped it. I don't want to look miserable to them. Not a fucking chance!

"M-Max, honey. Please d-do s-something. She hurt me. It hurts" She burst into tears. She hugged Max and there sobbed. My eyes rolled. I crossed my arms then raised my eyebrows.

"Funny how bitches seems so pitiful than the real victims. Funny how you're looking for someone to embrace. I pity you, you bitch!" I sighed.

Max smirked then raised his eyebrows.

"Funny how the idiot wants to look at her as a brave girl. But the truth is, she's nothing but a fucking whore" My jaw dropped at what Max said. I shed tears spontaneously at what he said.

'Words cut deeper than a knife'. Now I understand how does that words means.

"W-What did you s-say?" He turned to the woman and he himself wiped away the tears. The woman peeked at me and a smirk played on her lips. And then she mouthed 'fuck you, bitch'.

He touched that face.

"Beatrice, honey. Now go to your condo. I'll visit you later. I just have some not important things to deal with"

He kissed it on the lips right in front of me.

My chest tightened. I turned around and let the tears drip I was holding back. My knee is weak. But I forced myself to stand up. I want to fight.

I want Max and me to fight.

The woman passed by me and laughed at me. She fly a kiss then raised her middle finger.

"Back off"

I stared at him. I was so reluctant to slap him with my slippers and cut off his snout so red! As well as his sinful hands!

She just touched mine!

"Now, what do you fucking want?" I shifted my gaze at Max. Hands on his pocket and his eyes look tired. My heart moved. How I missed the real Max. My husband.

"Why?" I approached her and held her hands.

"W-Why Max? Why are you g-doing this to a-me? Why are you h-hurting me?" He broke my hand. Seeing the anger in the twinkle in his eyes made me cringe. He gritted his teeth then shook his head.

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt to see the person you love with someone else?" He bit his lip and knocked on the door in front of him. I missed what he did.

"M-Max"

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Vienna! What's wrong with me ha! I tried my best to be a good husband but fuck it! What are you doing!" He shook me. I was hurt by the words coming out of his mouth. I saw tears trickle down his eyes. I shook him and hugged him from behind.

"M-Max ... please tell me. W-What's the problem? Tell me what the problem is oh. Because I'm already trying to find an answer m-my love. I want to know why you're acting like that" He violently rebuffed my hands and stay away from me. I cried.

"V-Vienna. Please don't be a dumb. Let's not fool around anymore. P-Please ... I'm tired"

"No, no, no, no ... please don't. Don't please. Please, my baby please please .... please" I slowly knelt down. I touched the hem of her dress. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Don't do it please. Don't ... don't ... don't" He forcefully shook my hands and pulled himself away. I'm hurting. I'm hurting!

If I have to beg then I'll beg! Even if he is wrong I will!

"M-Max ... please tell me everything. I'm confused. -I'm in trouble" I knelt down. Tears welled up in my cheeks from his eyes.

I can see sadness and loneliness on his eyes. I want to wipe it out. But I don't know where to start.

He lifted me up and hugged me. I close my eyes in his arms. I felt the heat of her body. He hugged me so tightly that he didn't seem to want to let me go. He kissed my forehead. I suddenly forgot about our problems. What is really going on with him.

I want to burst out with anger. I want to punch, slap and punch him until he wakes up completely and maybe we'll go back to normal. But I'm scared. I was afraid he might leave me. I was afraid of being left alone.

"V-Vienna" He caressed my back and kissed my forehead once again.

I remained silent. I want us to stay like this. At peace and quiet. I could hear the loud thump of his chest. He rubbed my face and smiled wistfully.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But, n-I'm sorry you're the one I married" Tears fell from his eyes. Same with me. My heart aches. It likes someone stabbed me in my chest. It was as if a knife had been thrown there.

"B-But w-why? You tell me you l-love me right? You tell me you love me!" I slapped his chest but he didn't even move. He just let me go.

"W-Why? W-Why?" He rubbed my face again and shook his head.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry. I think I wouldn't feel it again. But when I saw her again. My heart beats loud. I'm sorry. But I don't love you anymore "I slapped him.

"You're shameless! You should have told me! And what's with the fixture thing h-huh?"

"Do you love him? I think it's the right time that we should let each other's free. Our wedding is a mistake. I married a wrong woman"