If only he loved me too novel Chapter 5

We got married right after Vanessa and it was just a quick, family only type of ceremony.  To say our families were not happy would be a lie they were furious especially mu mom because she had planned a huge party and everything along with Vanessa's wedding maybe she thought she had a lot of time but unfortunately that wasn't the case, they agreed later on because we were very persistent and didn't want something grand.

I mean why do the grand thing when this wasn't even real. His grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Price were happiest among the bunch. And so was my mother, she was quite surprised by me deciding to get married because she had always thought that I'd end up old and wrinkled and still be working with loads of computers, and maybe settle down some with the library guy that my mother thinks would be good for me because he gave out books for free.

I smile at that thought and looked at my wedding ring sitting on my ring finger, who knew I would look at it and feel so much love and so much pain at the same time, but you know what they say about Love. there is no Love without pain, whoever said that must have been arranged married as well or just not happy.

I sigh and get out of bed and looked at the room across from mine, the door was open so maybe be he was back. there was a noise of pots and pans turning from the kitchen so naturally, I followed, and there he was. a total adonis wearing a plain black apron and making an omelet for breakfast. I just stood there looking at the unreal scene in front of me, maybe be I was gawking because he felt eyes on him

he looked up at me and smiled, not like the one where your heart accelerates but the one where it looked forced. "Want some eggs?" he asked like it was the most natural thing to ask, after last night's drama I thought he would up and leave like always

"um- yeah, sure," I said and moved to get some coffee, I kept looking at him confused since he has never been like this before because every time we had a major fight he would leave and would need a strong reason to come back and yet, here he is.

"Why are you still here?" I finally asked after much endurance, he sighed and placed the pan on the counter, trying to act not too rude but it's me so who am I kidding.

"This is my house too, you know," he said leaning on the counter to look at me, the tight shirt he is wearing is clinching his body like a second drink distracting me from my original argument

"Yeah, but you don't usually stay the night or the morning after," I said taking a sip from the coffee cup, the bitter taste was awakening. he didn't say anything so I continued "where is Oliver?" I asked and his jaw twitched

"Did you kick him out?" I asked but he didn't reply "is this still about last night, if it is then we already apologized," I said and he scoffed  

"I bailed you out of jail, both of you in the middle of the night. you think it's something simple" he narrowed his grey eyes at me while clenching his hand. 

"We already explained why we were there," I said in a low voice trying not to ignite a fire I can't put out.