Chapter 35 Dashie
<Mia>
"She looks like an angel." I added.
"Maybe..." he answered briefly.
"Pretend you're still there! Crush her, then!” I accused him.
"I never look at her." His reason
.
In the street is where his focus lies.
"Really? You're talking to her, though."
"But I'm not looking at her face."
"Ah, so you're staring at her chest?"
"What?!" He was taken aback by what I said, "of course not!" He denied.
"We bet you find her beautiful and you're always looking at his chest!" That girl's chest is not that big, "why do you admit that she is beautiful." I accuse.
“Maybe… she’s beautiful.”
I suddenly slap him at his chest.
“Hey, I’m driving.”
"You don't actually look, huh! You're such a liar!" I said with annoyance and removed his hand that was holding mine. He tried to take my hand back, but I slapped him away.
He frowned while staring at the street. "Why are you mad? I just answered your question," he said, sounding confused. "You kept insisting that she's beautiful. I agreed to stop it, and now you're angry... are you playing games with me?" he asked with a furrowed brow. He licked his lower lip.
This guy is so difficult to argue with. Even before I start a fight, he already has a comeback. I felt guilty for what I did. I realized my mistake.
"Just kidding!" I hit him on his arm.
“Wife, I’m driving.”
"But you admitted that you find her attractive," I said softly.
"I find you attractive only."
I felt butterflies in my stomach with what he said.
"Maybe she's pretty, but I don't like her because she's not you, my wife. She's not Mia Mendoza," he said seriously.
I fell silent, and I didn't know why my heart felt a gentle touch because of his words.
We arrived home, and I couldn't help but notice this man even more.
"Ethan, you left the keys!" I said, somewhat annoyed.
His mind seemed to be loading.
"The car keys are inside! You left them!" I shouted at him.
"Yeah, right. I forgot," he said, turning around, attempting to walk straight.
Earlier, as we were driving, he took a different route. His eyes were gleaming too.
I waited for him while observing him.
"Hey, baby. Got it," he showed me the keys.
I approached him and leaned in closer to get a better whiff of his scent. With all the busyness earlier, I hadn't noticed how he smelled.
I leaned in further to smell his breath, but just as he was about to kiss me, I pulled away.
He frowned.
"Get yourself together!" I snapped at him.
He pulled me inside the house.
"Did you drink?!" I asked seriously. He leaned back on the sofa while I stood in front of him. He looked at me with a serious expression, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
He showed me a small amount using his fingers.
"You said you had a meeting!" I said, getting annoyed.
"Yeah, we had a few drinks, but I didn't drink that much. I just took a sip because I knew I'd be coming home to you," he said. He didn't appear drunk, and he didn't smell strongly of alcohol.
"You're drunk," I said, shaking my head.
"I'm not drunk," he denied.
He stood up and seemed a bit unbalanced.
"Let's rest now," he said as he held my hand, getting closer to me.
I allowed him to lead me, and I gazed up while we walked towards the bedroom.
"Do you wanna eat? Anything else?" he asked after we entered.
"I'm full," I replied, sitting on the sofa.
"I'll just take a bath," he said, grabbing his towel.
I glanced at the closet, recalling what I saw there. I shook my head, feeling a bit weird about what I had seen.
Deciding to distract myself, I browsed through my social media and searched for Fairy's account. It was easy to find since it was verified. As soon as I typed her name in the search bar, her profile appeared.
I found her profile and saw that she had a lot of impressive branding and beautiful pictures on her feed. Her highlights showcased the various countries she had visited. I viewed her story and raised an eyebrow.
She was with Ethan earlier?
In the picture, I noticed other doctors conversing in the background while Ethan had a serious expression, engrossed in a conversation with another male doctor. The focus of the photo seemed to be on him.
I was right; she indeed had feelings for my husband. Why were they together? What could be the reason?
I clenched my fist, feeling anger rise within me, as I looked at her other stories.
Despite feeling tired, I kept scrolling.
Someone followed me.
Dashie.
I stalked him and recognized him. He used to be part of my life, but I decided it was better to forget about him.
Oh, he's still alive.
Hmm, he has a girlfriend now. He's even more handsome and seems to think he's a model.
I followed him back.
Next, I stalked Lorena, and nothing had changed. Her feed was still full of flirtatious posts. I sighed, remembering all her past flings, glad that I didn't get influenced. She's quite bold.
I looked back at Dashie and his other accounts; he had the same posts on all of them.
"Who's that?"
"Oh, frog!" I almost dropped my phone, but luckily I caught it. Why does this guy have to startle me?
His voice was so cold and low.
I glared at him, and he did the same to me. He took my phone from me.
"Really?" He showed me the screen of my phone, and I was stunned to see Dashie's shirtless body without abs. Sh*t! What would this guy think?
I looked back at his face, and he seemed angry. I gulped.
"Uhmm," I didn't know what to explain because his intense glare and tight grip on my phone were pressuring me, and his veins were bulging on his hand.
"Who's this man? Are you cheating on me again?" He tightened his grip on my phone, and I flinched as my jaw tightened.
"W-wait! I-I'm not!" I avoided eye contact.
He stared at me, as if trying to assess if I was telling the truth or not.
"Really, Mia Zoey?" His voice turned icy cold, sending shivers down my spine.
"Then why are you looking at his photos?" He scrolled through the feed, and his chest heaved with agitation.
"The f***?! You like every one of his pictures! Really?! What the f*** is this, Mia?!" He angrily questioned me.
I looked into his tired eyes; he seemed to be in a bad mood.
"That's mine!" I tried to grab my phone, but he pulled it away from me.
I didn't do anything wrong.
"You're so overdramatic! I was just looking at his pictures, and he appeared on my feed!" I explained.
"Then why did you look at his pictures?" He asked with a hint of annoyance.
Before I could explain again, I received a notification, and Ethan read it.
"Hey, how are you? It's been a long time," he read the message while holding my phone tighter. He glared at me. "Really? You don't know him?! And why the hell is he chatting with you and asking about you?!"
His shout almost made me jump. His voice echoed in every corner of the room. I wished this room were soundproof.
"I-I don't know! And why are you getting angry so quickly?! I just looked at his pictures, and I don't even know him!" I lied.
I didn't want Ethan to get angrier. He was becoming unbearable.
“I don’t believe your reason. You used the reason to me before.”
"Then don't believe me!"
It seems like we're going to argue again.
"Dammit, Mia, don't fool me!" he warned me.
"You're not allowed to go out tomorrow!" he said strictly.
"H-hold on!" I stammered, "I'm not doing anything!"
"Really?! You're looking at his pictures, and he's fvcking chatting you!" he said angrily.
"I can't control his hands to stop him from chatting with me!" I replied, trying to be argumentative.
He pinched his nose in frustration.
"I fvcking tried to trust you again and control my anger! I don't want us to fight every day, but you keep finding reasons to argue with me!"
It seems like he's releasing all his pent-up frustration on me.
"You really want to make me angry!"
I don't know why, but his words suddenly made me cry. Maybe it's true.
"I understand you in so many fvcking ways! I trusted you more than anyone, but you still cheated on me!"
Is he tired of me?
"Why do you get angry so easily? That's just who you are! You always let your anger rule!" I retorted, "I'm sorry if I made a mistake, okay?! And you don't have to make a big deal out of it just because you saw a reply from someone!"
I answered him while crying.
I sobbed uncontrollably. He wasn't like this before. He didn't react like this and wasn't so strict with me. With just a simple explanation and a lie, he used to be okay, but now he's different. He didn't treat me this way before. He was soft to me, but now he's being strict and a jerk.
My crying intensified as I remembered the past. Maybe it's my fault that he's like this with me. Things have changed so much; I used to have my freedom, but now, I feel suffocated.
He stilled.
"I-I'm so-sorry," he said fearfully. It's like he was shocked by what he did, like he just woke up from something.
"Damn! I w-was... shit!"
He was about to wipe my tears when I slapped his hand away and looked into his teary eyes.
He looked hurt by what I did. Well, he deserved it.
"W-wife..." he said fearfully.
"Don't touch me!" I said angrily, clenching my fists.
"I hate you!" I said, looking into his eyes. "I fvcking hate you! You're the one responsible for everything that's happening in my life!" I blamed him.
"I hate you, you fvcktard!" My voice was filled with hate.
"Please don't hate me..." he said fearfully. He wanted to hold me, to wipe my tears, to comfort me, but he was scared.
"What, are you happy now?! I wiped my tears, "are you happy now that I'm hurting?!"
His eyes were turning red.
"W-wife, I'm s-sorry..."
"I hate you to death!" I said angrily, pushing him away to go to the bed.
Only now did I notice that he was only wrapped in a towel, and I could smell his after-fresh-bath scent.
Even if I wanted to leave, I knew I had no escape from him. He wouldn't let me leave the house; I couldn't escape. He didn't want me to go out; he wanted to lock me up here.
He is slowly becoming evil towards me.
I lay down on the bed and buried my face in the pillow.
I remembered his scared face. It was like he woke up from something when he realized I was crying.
It's like the world stopped for him when he saw my tears.
I want to go back to our old house because I could escape my parents there. Unlike with Ethan, there are so many guards outside the house, nosy maids, and servants. He's always by my side, trailing after me. If he goes out, it's just for a moment. He has the servants watch me and report everything to him. I accidentally overheard Pina telling him what I've been doing.












