Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 7

I slapped him. I looked him straight in the eyes. For the first time in our ten years of marriage, I slapped him for degrading me. I don't know. It seems like my hand had its own mind. Maybe my heart was the only thing left numb and my body was tired of not feeling anything. My heart was still a martyr, but not my mind. Not anymore.

"I've had enough for today, Atlas. I'm drained from all the shit in our life. Please, let me rest. I'm tired of everything!" I said before heading to my Dad's room.

Even if it was hard, I forced myself to calm down from shaking in so much anger. My knees were wobbling because of what I just did. I was usually calm and quiet. Even if I'm hurt, I can't fight for myself. But, things changed. I learned that once you have enough, you'll explode like a volcano without even realizing it.

"Good thing you're already here, Hija. Atlas was here. I saw him somewhere and I invited him to join us but he declined. He said he had an important meeting. I guess it's more important than us." Daddy laughed. I just got seated and that's what greeted me. I smiled at him, too. A fake one. I can feel that he's disappointed towards Atlas.

I held his hand. "Sorry, Daddy. Maybe next time. Atlas is too busy."

I forced myself to keep a cheerful tone to make my dad's weariness go away. I tried to open topics that were worthy to talk about. Daddy also asked me about the Dubai magazine that chose me as a representative for a big event about empowering women.

My Dad was very proud of me. I could feel it. The thing is, I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I had been in different countries to represent women empowerment but me as a woman was way farther than the image I portray. It saddens me to even think about it, but that's the truth.

I came with Daddy back to our house. I decided to stay with Dad for a while. I don't have anyone back in my house. Whenever I'm sad and Dad's free, he's the only one I can lean on. The only person that would understand and spoil me just like before.

"You know, Hija. I really want to have a grandchild. When are you and Atlas planning to have one?"

Dad caught my attention. I turned to his side and removed my eyes from the car's window pane. He seemed excited. I smiled and tried to push the things that bothered me away. I leaned to my father's shoulder and clung to him like a baby.

"I don't know, Dad. There's a right time for everything. We are waiting for the right time," I said. "How about you? When are you planning to get married again?" I said jokingly.

Daddy tapped my left shoulder. I laughed, and that made him laugh too. "Never anymore. I love your mother so much. When love hits you so hard, my daughter, it's hard to get up. You can never change your heart," he said softly. I felt him kissing the top of my head.

Maybe I'm just too lucky to have a father that supports me and loves me unconditionally. The things some don't appreciate. Sometimes forgotten, often neglected.

When I got home, I immediately parked my car in our backyard. I even saw Atlas' car parked in our garage. When I glanced at my wristwatch, I saw that it was almost eight in the morning. My forehead creased. Atlas usually goes to work early. It's odd that he's still here.

I slowly opened the door of the house. I sighed in relief that the house was quiet and peaceful, the only audible thing was the wind chimes, the twitters of Atlas' pet bird, and my slow strides.

"Where have you been?!"

My breathing hitched as I stopped on my tracks. I felt like I was a criminal being interrogated inside a small room, waiting to be questioned and to judge my crime.

I heard Atlas' slippers resonating. I counted his every stride. I was only standing at the entrance of our living room, afraid to turn around because I knew that he was just behind me. I know that he's mad, based on his tone.