Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 3

After a while, I quickly changed my clothes when I went inside my room. Wearing a short and a white top, I scanned myself in the mirror. I smiled at the frame. My bob cut hair was starting to get long. I was petite physically and white in complexion. Some said, I looked like a teen but I was actually twenty-eight years old.

Who would have thought that after all I got through, I haven't turned into a crazy, lunatic woman? After all my suffering, I still took care of myself. I was good at everything. And maybe, I already mastered the act of pretending.

A doorbell snapped my thoughts. I quickly walked towards the door and looked at the monitor. My forehead creased when I realized that it was one of my neighbors.

I don't have friends in the village so I didn't really expect it. I was asocial. Besides from the fact that I give off a strict aura, they're all cautious towards me. Maybe because I was rich, or maybe, they simply didn't like me.

But even so, I still opened the gate. The woman smiled awkwardly at me, which made me raise my brows. Add to that her face was filled with makeup.

"How are you, Doctor? This is for you," she said while smiling.

The eyes mirrored the soul. She was smiling but I could see her sadness. Why did I have to see those sorrowful eyes? Sometimes, I regret taking psychology.

I could see pain. I could feel it. Even in other people. I'm just a masochist towards Atlas that I kept on pushing those thoughts aside.

I shook my head at the thought. I smiled forcefully out of respect. I accepted the plastic container.

"Thank you," I timidly replied.

"That's a grilled milkfish, Doc. I made too much so I decided to give you some. And I want to introduce myself to you, too. I'm Mina," she said shyly and offered her hand.

I smiled. A genuine one. This was the first time someone took the courage to introduce herself to me. I don't really talk with my co-hostesses. This was my first time and I was thankful, even if her smile was sad.

"Olive Ramirez," I answered and accepted her hand. "Come in, Mina!" I added.

"Uh, no need." She shook her head and withdrew her hand. She looked around, eyes wavering. She then smiled and bid goodbye.

I sighed as I walked inside the house. I went to the kitchen to prepare food for dinner. I put Mina's dish in a small Pyrex.

My kitchen was small. It was painted with white, as was the furniture. There were drawers surrounding the kitchen while there's an electric oven at one spot. There's also a small table and a chair where I sit to rest while cooking. There was also a four door refrigerator near the doorway.

Cooking was one of my passions aside from reading minds. I'm good at cooking any dish. I cooked bulalo for our dinner. I also added pandan leaf for our rice too, for a good taste and aroma.

"No. . ." I whispered.

This was my life. I chose this. But why was I still not used to it?

The inevitable pain gushed through me. I was alive but I was dying inside.

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My tears kept on falling while I hear Atlas breathe heavily above me. He was enveloping me like he's afraid to lose me. Like I'll run away.

"Are you done?" I asked. I lifted my stare to him. His thick brows and creased forehead greeted me as his eyes raked at the face. I blinked a few times to pull my tears back.

Atlas removed himself and rolled to my side. I can clearly hear his sighs and silent curses. The face of an angry person and the actions of a person filled with hatred.

Sometimes, I ask myself if he ever regretted what he did, but I immediately push those thoughts away. Why would he regret? I know that he doesn't like me from the very start. He hates me, so why would I hope?