Married To A Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter Six

"Train yourself to accept disappointments, even when it comes from people you trusted with your heart."

Sumaya

Whoever said marriage doesn't come with a manual, Diploma or certificate deserves an award.

It's been barely 48hours in my marriage and there's already trouble in paradise. I sweep my eyes across the empty room again and sigh. He left, without bothering to check in with me. Or am I expecting too much?

No! I deserve an explanation or at least acknowledgement of my presence in the house. What will it cost him to let me know of his whereabouts? Absolutely nothing!

I massage my temple with my fingers, a migraine seems to have made a temporary home in my head. I'm famished. I had a hard time falling asleep with the current situation at hand and don't forget the cold.

I wrap my hands around myself as a shiver runs through my body. A sharp throbbing pain in my chest causes me to shut my eyes tight and hold on to the door handle. When I open my eyes, the room is spinning so I ease myself onto the floor. Water like drops fall on my hand from my nose, a sign that a cold is coming for me. Could my day get any worse?

"What are you doing on the floor?"

I gasp. "You startled me, Farouq." I place my left hand on my weirdly beating heart and sigh in relief.

"You look pale." He studies me.

"I'm not feeling too well." I run my hands through my braided hair.

"What's wrong?" He squats to my level.

Seriously! Did he suddenly get amnesia overnight? Or is he just playing dumb.

"I slept in the cold, on my wedding night." I don't resist the urge to roll my eyes openly. Who does that? Such a wicked man and not to forget egoistic.

"But you asked for it." He stands up, walks to the bed and sits.

What! Did I really? Or is he just being manipulative? I decide it's the latter.

"I . . . I asked for it?" I stammer.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said." He crosses his leg over the other.

The nerve of this man!

My lips are trembling and if I don't control my tongue, insults will spew like a river. I facepalm, why am I even going back and forth with such a clueless and heartless man, who makes me question everything I know?

Without uttering a single word, I leave the room and take slow tired steps down the stairs. I let out a tired and loud grumble when I hear him call out to me. But I don't stop heading for the door, I need a breather.

"Where are you going?" Farouq quickly descends the stairs as I wrap my hand around the door handle and pull.

"What business is it of yours?" I don't resist clicking my tongue before shutting the door behind me.

"Maya! Come back here!" He yells.

"Musa, open the gate." I ignore Farouq and give the watchman a stern gaze. He looks torn in-between opening and not opening but decides to unlock it.

"Sumaya, come back inside, let's talk." Farouq follows me as I step outside the gate. It's more of an order than a request that I won't bow to.

I'm greeted by a bunch of cheerful, playing kids. Carefree of the troubles of life. The girls are skipping a rope while the boys as usual, struggle to make it to the goal post. I imagine myself in their position and smirk.