His Psycho Lover

After that day Maggie and I did not talk. She did not talk to me so neither did I. We slept in the same bed but no one dares to talk first. I didn’t take a shower in my room’s bathroom so we can have a chance to talk. I think this is better, so, she can’t annoy me.

I went downstairs and I caught her cooking breakfast. She used to do this every day. She even washed the dishes after I, or we eat. I also can’t believe she can do laundry. I discover a lot of her and I can’t believe she can do household chores.

Since I don’t have work I looked at the refrigerator and other supplies to check what was missing. But I was surprised because the food supply was still almost full. I don’t want to talk to her. But I again I lost.

“Did you buy groceries?”

“Those supplies won’t walk into the refrigerator from the mall.” Again, that’s how she always answered me.

“It is my duty being a husband to buy stuff for us.”

“Husband’s duty if wife devours.” Then she looked at me. “I didn’t buy that for you. I bought that for myself but feel free to take it because it’s in your refrigerator.”

I was just shaken and then got coffee when I noticed the bills in the trash.

“Did you throw the bills?”

“No, they just got there by accident.”

“Can you talk to me nicely?”

“I threw it away because I already paid for it.”

“What? Why?”

“Why? I have money, I use electricity, wifi, and water, So?”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“It’s paid so don’t complain.” She landed in front of me the sunny side up, eggs and ham.

“Don’t do that next time,” I said.

“Ok.”

“Tss!”

“Just eat, you might be hungry and it’s my fault.” Even though we argue I still eat.

“Hi!” We looked at each other when Margot entered. “The door is open so I came in.”

“What bad wind brought you here, Margot?” Margot kissed her on the cheek which she reciprocated.

“Hi, Blaze.” Margot would have approached me but Maggie stopped her immediately.

“If you’re going kiss him just give it to me and I will kiss him.” I frowned and Margot just laughed. “You’re not allowed to kiss my husband.”

“Jealous Wife,” Margot said and put her bag on the table.

“I am, Margot, so what do you need?”

“Are you busy today?” I listen to their conversation while eating.

“No, why?”

“Remember this date, today is mom’s 9th year death anniversary.” I saw her eyes sadden again. The same sadness that I saw her once when she mentioned the Paloma Resort. I don’t know if Margot noticed that but it’s clear to me.

“I forgot and I had a meeting.” She took off her apron and gloves and washed her hands.

“Maggie!”

“What?” She asked annoyed when she turned around.

“Since mom dies you haven’t visited her funeral. You haven’t even taken her to her final destination.”

“So? she wants to die, didn’t she? Then tell her to visit me if she wants. Cause I will not adjust my meeting.

“Maggie!” Margot shouted at her sister but Maggie no longer listened to her.

“Margot,” I call to her.

“Ow, I’m sorry, Blaze.”

“What’s the reason for your mother’s death?” I ask. She shook her head then took the bag.

“Just ask Maggie. I can’t lead her because she’s your wife. Gotta go! Please take care of her. Please be patient with her behavior.” Then she left and at the end, I was left alone eating.

I don’t know how long I was seated alone thinking about Maggie. Why do I have this feeling that my wife has hidden something? There is an avoidable issue that she does not want to face and does not want to talk about.

I go back to our room and I catch her dressed. She is in front of the mirror while putting on makeup.

“Are you leaving?”

“No, I will sleep. For if I will not wake up and at least I will still be nice looking.”

“Maggie, can you talk to me properly even now?” I didn’t show her that I was disgusted or frustrated. I tried to calm myself. I want to be nice to her. I want to know her more. I have this feeling that there is something in her that I need to know.

“This is how we talk, right? What did Margot tell you and were you kind?”

“She didn’t tell me anything. Listen, Maggie, we’re married. I know it was for fun, but I think we can work out this marriage. If it’s not, at least we can be friends.” She laughed so hard that I frowned. She turned to me and smiled.

“Don’t be too kind to me, Blaze, just because Margot talked to you. Your kindness will eat you alive. I’m not what you think I am. I know what’s running through your mind. That may be being harsh and tough is my defense mechanism. Well, I’m sorry it’s not like that. Whatever Margot told you, don’t believe it. Cause I chose to be like this. ” Then she stood up and took the bag. “I’ll be home late. Bye.”

I no longer contradicted her. First, Margot told me nothing, and second, I just realized what she said. Defense mechanism.

What if that’s really what she’s doing now? She defended herself by being tough and rude but deep inside she has a good heart. Somehow I still notice her goodness through her actions. The way she’s taking care of me silently, in her own way. I sighed when I realized it.

I go back to the kitchen and clean the mess. I even clean the house. When I go to the laundry section, there is a laundry there that I should be able to take.

I waited for her to come home at lunch. But she doesn’t send me a message. Until evening she also did not go home for dinner. I worry about her but I know she can manage herself.

It’s 12AM but she’s not here yet. I tried to call her but her phone keeps on ringing. I don’t know if I will leave the house to look for her or just wait.

It’s past 1 AM when Jace texted me that Maggie’s in the BCC. Drunk and dancing on the dance floor. I no longer replied and I took the key and quickly headed to the BCC.

I caught up with Maggie with a man. Their bodies were very close together and it was obvious on their stupid faces that he was already abusing my wife’s body. It seems like I just want to snatch my wife. All the worries I had before were gone. I am so damn worried about her then she was just flirting with it. Very insensitive.

I grabbed her and took her when the man pulled me.

“Where are you taking her and who are you?” But instead of answering, I punched him.

“I will take her home, and who am I? I am her husband.” I kicked the man and grabbed Maggie then carried her to my car. I didn’t speak and she didn’t speak either. Our house was close so we got there quickly.

She was shaking a bit so I held her hand but she just removed my hand. So she’s fucking drunk? She is almost losing her balance.

“You’ll fall.”

“I can manage.” I no longer forced her. Even though she was shaking I let her. She went straight to the bedroom and sat on the sofa.

“Are you that inconsiderate?” I asked annoyed.

“What’s wrong with you? We’re just having fun.”

“Fun? Fun?! I’m waiting on you and you’re fucking flirting to have fun?!” I’m not the kind of person to shout. I was calm with all of us, I was even calmer than Dane in fact but this time I couldn’t help myself.

She’s having fun? while I was worried about her. If only there hadn’t been so many people at the bar earlier I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill that idiot.

“So? You can sleep even without me.”

“Shit! Don’t you understand? Are you really like that and you don’t care if anyone worries about you?”

“You’re worried?” She couldn’t help but ask me. Even drunk I could see in her face that she was shocked by what I said.

“Of course, I am.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. Does she have a problem?

“What do you think of me? A heartless? What time it is and you haven’t come home yet. You even rejected my calls, so how do you think I’ll feel?!”

“Are you really worried about me?” she asked then stood up.

“What’s wrong with you?” I wondered. She caresses my face and smiles at me.

“Do you mean it? Do you really worry about me?” I saw her tears so I frowned. What is her problem?

“Of course.” I suddenly calmed down when I saw her crying. She kisses me and smiles at me. “Maggie, what’s wrong?”

“Make love with me.” I was surprised by what she said. My eyes widened when I heard what she said.

“Stop teasing me, Maggie, I won’t beg you.”

“You don’t need to beg. Cause I am, I am begging you to make love with me. Fine, you don’t love me, so let me rephrase. Fuck me, Blaze.”

“Maggie?”

“I’m begging you to fuck me.”