Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 22

"Where have you been?" he asked with conviction when I stopped in front of him. He scanned my body.

"From a friend, Atlas. If you'll excuse me. Can you move? You're blocking my way," I said. I forced my voice to sound strong although I could feel my heart pounding fast.

He stared at me intently. "Are you sleeping with another man?"

I blinked with what he said. I looked around the place and sighed in relief. There's no one around so I could do whatever. I looked at Atlas intently then laughed sarcastically. I can't believe that he accused me of things. Things that he did.

"You're crazy, Atlas. I'm not like you!" I shouted.

I saw how his jaw clenched. He gripped my arm tightly. He pulled me close to him and cupped my face to look him in the eye.

"DON'T YOU DARE CHEAT ON ME, OLIVE."

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My forehead crumpled into a frown. I fought his stare with the same intensity. Even if his grip was too tight and painful, I didn't back down. I forced myself to show that I'm not scared of him.

"Why, Atlas? Did you ask for my permission when you had your mistress?" I stopped and chuckled. "Are you scared that you'll see your own ghost?" I said sarcastically.

"You can't do that to me, Olive." His voice had a threat. He gripped my arm tighter.

"If I want to cheat, I will cheat, Atlas. I don't need approval from you!" I emphasized my words. I forced myself to get off from Atlas, and I didn't fail. I abruptly pushed him, which made him lose his balance a bit. I took that opportunity to enter my car.

I instantly locked my car. I don't care if Atlas was knocking on the window. I gave him a glare before driving off. From the rearview mirror, I could see how his eyes followed the car.

I quickly arrived at the house. After parking my car, I hurriedly got off. I moved quickly because I didn't want to see Atlas' mom's worried face. I know that she'll ask and I don't know what to answer if ever.

I sighed in relief when I successfully entered my room. I locked the door and sat down on my study table. I am so tired and lazy. I just want to sleep everything off.

Sometimes, I thought of going somewhere far because I felt like I'd been depriving myself of the things I deserved. I was too blinded and martyred. I was swallowed by my love for Atlas, that I need to breathe some fresh air because Atlas' presence is suffocating me.

But I don't know where to start, where to go, and how to explain everything to everyone... if I can stand it.

"Because you're too hard headed!" He pointed a finger on me. His eyes were glaring daggers as he scrutinized me. "Have you seen yourself? You look like a slut!"

Atlas' words pierced through me. I blinked a few times to suppress my tears from falling. I desperately made myself strong in front of him and looked straight into his eyes. I shook my head. "You're so impossible, Atlas." I pointed at him. "You mastered the art of hurting me!"

I tried not to choke on my words but I failed. My heart clenched at the realization. I was hurt, not because of his slap, but because of how he could easily hurt me just by his words.

From physical pain, mental and emotional pain, Atlas doesn't hesitate to do whatever he wants. He can wreck me again and again and he won't feel any remorse. He can make me feel how pitiful I was.

I looked down in resignation and let out a heavy sigh. I smiled bitterly. "Are you done? You can leave now," I muttered.

"I'm warning you, Olive!" he threatened, ignoring what I said.

"I don't need that, Atlas!" I firmly said.

I heard him heave a deep sigh. I looked up and stared at him. Frustration was written on his handsome face. He ruffled his own hair while looking on the floor. Then, he looked at me.