The fall of our secrets

Chapter41

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Nina:

It had been ten days since Ethan brought me to this room and put me under lock and key. I used a clean white towel to dry my face. The girl looking back at me was so different from usual. Dark circles under my eyes marred my pale and sunken face.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I sighed when I saw the housekeeper with a tray in her hands. This was the daily ritual now.

She replaced yesterday's untouched dinner with a new tray. The unknown woman gave me a weird look and left the room without saying a word. Maybe it was in her job description to keep silent. I was okay with that as talking with a stranger was the last thing on my to-do list.

I ignored her stare and looked at the breakfast. A wave of nausea hit me as the eggs smell invaded my nostrils. I sat on the bed and tried to take deep breaths to loosen the sickness. It was the same occurrence for a week now. I couldn't keep any meal inside my stomach.

I pushed the food away and rested my head against the bed's headrest. Time was a strange thing. It passed slowly when you are waiting for something to happen. Something you don't even know what it is.

Another knock sounded on my door, and I straightened on the bed. I looked at the clock and frowned as lunchtime didn't arrive yet, and usually, I don't have any visitors.

For a moment, my heartbeats quickened, and I hoped it was Ethan coming to visit me. As stupid as it sounded, I found myself missing him temredounsly these past few days.

Some nights I would wake up in the middle of the night, and I detect his silhouette sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. The moment he realises I spotted him, he would leave without saying a word. I never thought I would see that cold side of Ethan.

Disappointment washed over me when two women in their thirties opened the door with their hands loaded with bags. They gave me polite smiles and entered the room. I couldn't bring myself to smile back and gave them an empty stare.

The one with short blond hair spoke with a visible Italian accent. "Good afternoon, miss. We are here to prepare you for today's party."

"Party?" I asked in confusion, my voice was hoarse as I didn't speak to anyone for a long period.

Both girls shared a surprised look at my question before the redhead cleared her throat and said in a gentle voice. "Mr Salviatti wants you to be ready by five to accompany him to the party his family is hosting."

Anger bubbled inside my stomach, and I could practically watch it spill and ravage everything in its way.

"Where is he?" I asked between gritted teeth.

"He is already at the mansion. A driver will take you once you are ready."

Ten days without any contact. He didn't grace me even with a single word or look, and now, he remembered I am his wife, and he is taking me to a party as if I was his trophy wife. He wasn't even going to escort me like a husband should.

I could see the terrified look on the girls' faces, and I decided to play along. I knew I was in the wrong and deserved everything coming my way, but disrespecting me was a huge mistake. I schooled my features and nodded my head.

"Alright, let's start."

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By the time the stylists were done probing me and prickling my sides with their needles, I was beyond exhausted. My body just gave up and didn't want to do any more effort. I wished I could change back into my pyjamas and go to sleep.