Baby

Chapter 29

Dean:

To say that I was annoyed would be an understatement to what I was feeling.

If anything. I felt like I was breaking inside, and the thing was, I knew that I couldn’t do anything about it. Mostly because I knew that it was me who was crossing my limits.

My heart raced against my chest as I entered the house to smell food being cooked. It was something that rarely ever happened, especially considering the fact that Mariana was often not at home when I was back to begin with.

“Dean,” she said, approaching me with a smile on her face. She knew that with Iris here, that things would be different for her. The woman was feeling somewhat threatened, it was something that I knew very well; however, I knew that this was only temporary. She was never one to truly care about what I did or anything that went on in my head.

“What are you doing. Mariana?” I asked, watching as she tried approaching me to remove my jacket for me. I took a step back, not wanting her to touch me. It was something that she knew Iresented when it came from her, mostly because I knew that she was rarely ever genuine about it. The woman couldn’t care less whether or not I was upset unless she thought that it would affect her, and that was something that I hated with everything that I had.

“Dean, I am your wife, and you know for fact that I am trying my best to satisfy you…”

“Mariana, you and I both know that you are only doing so because you don’t want to lose what you have. I don’t have anything to do with it, and I never will; therefore, please, just fucking stop with whatever bullshit you’re putting up because I am not buying it. I really am not.” I said, stopping her. I was growing tired of her acts, and the thing was, no matter how many times I tried telling her that I wasn’t falling for them, she didn’t seem to believe or understand. But now I was more than a little determined to prove it to her.

“I am fucking trying, Dean. You are literally not giving me the chance to prove it. Yes, I do understand that we have our ups and downs…”

“Do you really believe that we have any ups and downs, Mariana?” I asked, stopping her. “As my wife, do you think that you have anything to do with me aside from my fucking bank account? Because last I checked, the only thing that the two of us have is you asking for money because you want to attend a gala and need a dress, you want to get a…”

“I am doing that to fit being in your standard. Fucks sake, Dean, do you think that all these other women don’t judge me? Because they do. I listen to every single word they say and I do my best to try and become one of them…”

“You are never going to be one of them, Mariana.” I said, stopping her. Her eyes widened in surprise and she frowned in confusion, trying to understand what I had to say. But it was the hard truth. These women grew up being the way that they were while Mariana didn’t even know most of the outfit brands that they wore. These women had stylists coming to make them special dresses

for them to wear simply to show them off at a gala or gathering while she had to beg them to come. to simply bring her dresses that she knew she would find in any store. The women got presents: from these stores to simply thank them for wearing their outfits and representing them. Mariana bought the clothes, pretending that she got them as presents, to try and show off. However, these women knew that they were not presents, and the stores themselves often embarrassed her by posting that these weren’t presents and that she simply bought them.

All these facts should have sunk in her head a long time ago but she seemed to still want to fight whatever battle she thought that she could reach and be part of. It was something that she wouldn’t be able to do simply because she was not one of them, and the sooner she got that in her head, the better it would be for the two of us as a husband and wife, and for her as a person who wanted to keep her dignity. Because these women wouldn’t leave her with any if it were up to them.

“Mariana, I have said it not once, not twice, but tens of times, these wormen and you are never going to be one. I understand that you are trying to fit in their society, but I will have you understand, these women, all of them, grew up with a fucking golden spoon in their mouths. These women grew up having what they do and they did not need to ask for them and will never need to beg to have what they do. You on the other hand, you will need to work hard to obtain these things that you are having, and if not for me, you would not be able to have them. I am not saying that to insult you, you have worked hard, but you know that neither one of these women has. They grew up having their companies and shares…”

“These women have husbands that also gave them shares to add to their net worth, and yet, my own husband wouldn’t spare me his wallet without wondering where I spent every dime.” She said, stopping me. “If I am to be like them; then you as my husband need to treat me the way that their husbands treat them, and I do not need to grow up with a golden spoon for me to know that I can have more than whatever they do or that I could have whatever they do. I just need someone to believe that I can be like them.”

“And why the fuck would I be giving you any shares? For you to sell them on a first opportunity? Or for you to think that you have a place in the company?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Last I checked, you have been the talk of everyone in the company and the media for…”

“I did not force you to cheat on Iris, and if you are so into rubbing that in my face, why not go to her? You two can build yourselves together and I can just step back. You can…”

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back

“Then file for a fucking divorce and believe me the first thing that I will do is beg for that woman’s forgiveness.” I said, snapping at her. My heart raced against my ribcage as I processed what I said out of anger. Not only did I just admit to myself and my wife that I wanted to be back to my ex, but I also contradicted myself from my conversation with Iris earlier.

“You are a fucking prick. I swear, you are just a prick who is after affairs.” She said, shaking her head at me. Tears fell from her eyes at my words and I raised an eyebrow.

“Last I checked, you were the one who did everything that she could possibly do to get my

heels, attention. Whether it was wearing short clothes, putting on random perfumes, clicking your your soft voice when you spoke I said, raising an eyebrow at her. “I do believe that you remember the first time you ‘wiped‘ my shirt clean after you ‘dropped‘ sauce over it. The way you looked at

you remember that? Do you remember how you told me that you knew that we were

me, do

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‘meant to be together since that day? So, if it is me who is after affairs, what do you call yourself, huh? The woman who knew that I was married and yet chose to get between my wife and I? Or the woman who thought that she could get away with everything that she did simply because she was wearing a shirt skirt?”

Mariana stayed quiet for a few seconds before she walked toward the closet to get herself a jacket. I watched as she put it on before she walked toward the door, wanting to head out past me.

“There is food for you on the dining table. I am goifig out to clear my head, not that about it anyway….

you

would care

“No, you are not going to go out.” I said, stopping her by wrapping my hand around her wrist. “The last time you did that, you ended up causing trouble with the media, and that is not something that I will allow you to do.”

Her eyes darkened with anger as I knew that it was what she planned on doing. “I do suggest that you fucking go inside and tend to your needs. Otherwise, I will have you know that I will be sure to make you regret fighting for this marriage.”

I looked her dead in the eye, reminding her of the past that the tw

of us knew very well. If anyone knew how hard I was when it came to these situations, then it was Mariana. She knew that I wasn’t a person who was to be messed up with when it came to wanting to let go of someone. She saw it first hand with Iris.

“Therefore, I do sugges

suggest that you

choose your next moves and word accordingly, Mariana…”