Chapter 52
It was already dark at night when Elara got back to the penthouse.
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The house was dead silent. No usual music or TV noise. Nothing at all. Just the sound of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic outside the street.
She walked into the living room. The lights were off as it was completely dark.
She flipped the light switch by the door.
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There he was. Marcus was sitting on the couch, back straight still, like a damn ghost. Staring at nothing but empty space. He sat like he had been expecting her.
“Marcus?” Marcus?
“Yeah?” He didn’t turn around or even move. He just answered, still backing her.
Elara dropped her bag on the closest table. Pulled off her shoes. Her feet really hurt, it’s been a long day. Everything actually hurts. She was exhausted. Emotionally drained. And physically angry.
She walked straight to him, the fact that he wasn’t even turning to face her added to her already existing anger. She stood in front of the couch so he had to look her straight in the eye instead of the empty space he was looking at.
“Marcus, what exactly was the meaning of what you did today?”
What? He asked.
What? Elara repeated, what do you mean by what? You went over to my mum’s hospital, without confirming from me and as if that wasn’t enough you went ahead and introduced yourself as my husband.
He didn’t respond again. Just sat there blank like she was speaking in a language he didn’t understand. His expression was totally unreadable as she couldn’t get what exactly is going on in the fucked up brain of his.
“She’s my mum. I was supposed to tell her, she continued even if it felt like she was talking to herself now. She was supposed to hear it from me. Not you. Me.”
Still nothing.
“Do you understand that? She’s my mother, my responsibility and my family.”
Marcus finally looked at her. His expression was cold, mentally clocked out. “Well, she’s my mother-in-law. So.”
Shit. That word. Mother-in-law. And the way he said it. So nonchalant and dismissive. Like this was all just paperwork to him, just another business transaction he’s signing.
He wasn’t taking anything she said seriously at all.
The word hit Elara, increasing her rage, it took everything she had in her, all the self control for her not to slap him at that moment.
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He didn’t understand. Didn’t get the gravity of what he’d done.
“That woman has been sick since God knows when,” Elara said. Her voice is rising and getting louder. “She has a fragile heart. I’m trying to do something here. You didn’t think to ask for permission before you went up there and introduced yourself? Did you? Did you for once think that maybe I didn’t want her to know I married a man for money so I could treat her?”
Her voice cracked. Tears started gathering in her eyes.
“Do you know how sad that will make her? Do you? For once, did you think that I would have loved to speak to her myself? Give her that respect? That decency? To tell her on my own terms?” Huh? Did it ever occur to you? Marcus?
She was seriously and loudly crying now. The tears streamed down her face uncontrollably but she wasn’t sure that bothered Marcus at all as he hadn’t said anything.
This really pained her. Cut deeper than anything else he’d done. Deeper than the contract, deeper than whatever cold shoulder he might have given her. Deeper than the entire three years she worked for him and he made her life hell. Deeper than everything.
Because this was her mother. The one person who’d always been there. Who’d sacrificed everything for her to get to this point. And Marcus had taken away Elara’s chance to do this right.
Marcus stood up, like he was about to say something meaningful. “Get over it, Elara.” He walked straight to the open kitchen. Turned on the light above the stove. “You offended me two days ago. Remember?” He opened the fridge. Pulled out a covered dish. “I made dinner, by the way. Do you want some?”
Elara stood there in absolute disbelief. What the fuck.
The anger in her chest was expanding. Taking up all the space where her heart used to be.
“So I offended you,” she said slowly, stressing out each word. “I’ve tried to sort it out. I tried to talk it out with you. But you keep icing me out. And you think the best thing to do is use my mum to hurt me? Is she a game to you? A tool you can use whenever you’re pissed off?”
Marcus didn’t answer. Just started plating food like she wasn’t standing there crying. Like this conversation wasn’t happening.
“You know what?” Elara’s voice went quiet. “Take your dinner and shove it right up your ass.”
He stopped and looked at her.
“Go to hell, Marcus.”
She turned to leave, then stopped and turned
“You know what? No. Never mind. Hell will even be scared to have you. You’re too cold for hell.”
She walked to the table. Grabbed her bag and started walking toward the stairs.
Her feet moved on autopilot. One step. Two steps. Climbing.
When she reached the top, she stopped. Turned to look down at him one more time.
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Marcus was still standing in the kitchen. Holding a plate of food looking so surprised.
“Never in your life interfere in my family business again,” she said shakily but kept her voice steady now. “Just like I don’t interfere with yours. Stay away from my mother. Stay away from my family. Do you understand me?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
Just walked to her bedroom. Opened the door. And slammed it so hard the entire hallway shook.
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