Mysterious Husband [Vol 1-7] ✓

[Vol. 1] Chapter 3

Next day, as I woke up, I felt my head throbbing and my body feeling slightly dizzy. My feet wobbled and my hands felt stiff as if yesterday's storm had frozen me. It was a cold morning and the chamber I had occupied was at the end of the house. It had limited sunlight coming into it so my room always stayed cold.

A growl came from my stomach informing me of the reason for my weakness. I gulped it down as I moved my rags and stood up from my futon.

The door burst open and through it, came an angry looking third wife of the house. It has always been like this. After my father married her, she took me as a maid and not his husband's daughter.

"Do you need a reminder every day?" She growled angrily, making me flinch at her words as she ordered, "Get up and do the chores!"

I nodded and spoke in a low voice, "I-I was about to go to the kitchen." I put the futon in its place immediately even if I felt like stumbling down on the floor while she stood there until I was finished.

She condemned, "How much time do you need to call off the burden?" She put her hands over her chest and with a disgust filled face she added, "and here you are sleeping all day. Do you even remember that we have a guest?"

I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up. I left all the washing as I needed to make them meals. Without wasting time, I dashed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I didn't know what to make for our guest but I assumed I needed to make a feast.

I stood there staring at the pots when footsteps came. I turned around hoping she would not shout again which she didn't.

She stood by the door, glaring at me.

"I-I am making breakfast. I don't know what to make." I said gulping as my heart hammered against my chest.

"You don't need to." She answered and a gape formed in my mouth. Had I really heard what I heard?

She threw a pile of clothes at me, "Wear this. Be sure to make your ugly face pretty." Then she left.

I saw some fine traditional clothes laying on the ground. A blue kimono with pink floral print. My brows knitted together as they never once gave me one pretty cloth. All the clothes I had were from the daughters of the first lady and the rest of them were simple kimonos which were my dead mother's.Whenever my half-sister's clothes became old and raggy, they gave it to me. They never even gave me anything on my birthday. But then again, they didn't know when my birthday was and I was sure they didn't care a bit. And it was the first time they gave me something other than nasty and hurtful words.

One question made my blood freeze. Why did she give me a fine cloth? I stared at the clothes for a while and it didn't sit right in my stomach.

Preparing myself, I headed out for the main hall as the third lady had instructed. It seemed, both of them were making meals today which felt even more weird. It had always been my task to prepare foods while they served. I took the dishes and cleaned while they chatted with guests. But today it was exactly the opposite. I should have been happy but somehow my senses told me it was a warning.

I didn't know what was happening.

As I neared the hall, my heart took a speed. I nibbled at my kimono's long sleeves as my nervousness devoured my senses and finally I reached the hall.

I saw everyone was present there. I greeted father and first lady then third lady as well. Then I noticed the young physician was there too. He was sitting before my father, in front of the ground table back facing me and his long black shiny hair cascaded down on his broad shoulders.