His Unwanted Wife

Chapter-1

Nina's POV

Damon came back home after weeks. He was looking exhausted. "Hey, I'm gonna go and take a shower" he said and then left the room.

Nina kept looking at the carpet where he was standing. Nina missed him terribly the whole time. She had been waiting for him so eagerly. But now, when he is finally here, he didn't give her a proper glance. Nina took a deep breath to calm herself. She went to the bedroom and took Damon's discharged shirt. She could clearly smell a ladies perfume on it which was definitely not hers. A tear fell from her eye as she took the clothes for cleaning.

Nina was now sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands. She was almost drunk now. She looked at the glass, pointed her finger at it as if it was a person and asked "Am I that bad?" She became a little angry as she got no answer from the glass. So, she asked again "come on... tell me, am I that bad?" Soon she was shouting, crying and cursing herself for being so bad.

She remembered the time when Damon didn't even want her to go on day trips with her girlfriends. But there was this one time, when Nina desperately wanted to go on the trip, so she went there without informing Damon. After reaching to the picnic spot, she had told him about the trip. After hearing that she went to the trip, Damon did not say another word to her on the phone. But when she finally came back, she was shocked to see Damon waiting for her in front of her hostel. Before she could even say anything, Damon had ran to her and hugged her so tightly that Nina really forgot all the excuses that she wanted to give. That day for the first time she saw Damon cry. Damon was full on crying while hugging her with everything he had as if his life depended on her. And the same night, as they made love to each other, Damon told her how much he missed her the whole day and why she should never do this to him again.

Nina laughed at herself as she remembered all those memories. She realized how ironically the situations have taken turn now. As she gulped another glass of wine, she could feel her eyelids closing even though she did not want them to.

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch, but when she woke up, she found herself warm and comfortable on the bed.