Chapter 16

Mia POV

"Hey Mia, there's good news." From outside the room, I heard the loud voice of Ethan approaching my room.

"I'm sorry," he quickly closed his eyes as he walked into the room without any notice.

"Are you okay?" I asked, picking up the towel to hide my nakedness.

"I said sorry," he pleaded.

"Why didn't you knock before you walked in?" I asked.

"You bitch," I said with a loud voice.

" Sorry,"

"Tell that to yourself."

"Can I open my eyes now?" He asked.

"Yes," I gave a carefree look to him sitting on the bed.

"So, what is the good news?" I asked with a frown.

"You got the job," my frown immediately faded away into a smile.

After the whole happiness had gotten a deep way into me, I then remembered what happened earlier on, as I glared at Ethan, my eyes blazing with fake anger.

"You're sorry? You're sorry?! You just barge in here without knocking; see me naked, and all you can say is sorry?!"

Ethan took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture and his eye pocking into mine.

. "Mia, I don't understand."

"Understand?" I cut him off, my voice rising slowly.

"Understand what? That you have no respect for my privacy? That you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want?" I exclaimed, looking at him as if I wanted to beat him up.

Ethan's eyes dropped, and he mumbled with a cracking voice,

"I said I was sorry, Mia."

I sniffed.

"Sorry? " I chuckled gently.

"That Sorry isn't enough. You need to do better than that."

Ethan took another step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route.

"Mia, please-"

"When do I start my new job?" I demanded, my anger momentarily forgotten in my excitement.

Ethan hesitated, his eyes flicking back to mine. "Uh, well-"

"Well what?" I pressed, my anger rising again and giving him the look he was scared of.

"When do I start? You said I got the job, so when do I start?" I asked rudely.

Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if a few drops of water hanged up there.

"Mia, I-"

"Just tell me!" I shouted, my patience wearing thin, and my ears were active for that.

Ethan flinched, his eyes dropping again with him looking with fear.

"Next week," he muttered.

"I guess," he added.

"Next week?" I repeated, my voice incredulous.

"Next week?! "

"You're telling me I have to wait a whole week before I can start my new job?"

Ethan nodded, his eyes still fixed on the floor as if I were giving him a harsh theart already.

I threw up my hands in frustration already.

"Unbelievable. You're unbelievable."

Ethan took another step back, his eyes darting towards the door as if he was contemplating making a run for it or he was planning on how he would just do something bad.

I glared at him, my anger boiling over, but I still had a lot of excitement within myself.

"You know what? Just get out. Get out of my room, get out of my sight. I can't even look at you right now."

Ethan nodded hastily and beat a hasty retreat, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

I seethed, my anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. How could he be so thoughtless? So careless? Didn't he know how much this job meant to me?

I paced back and forth across the room, my mind racing with thoughts of Ethan and his idiocy. How could I have married such a man?

Eventually, my anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of resignation of happiness. I sighed and collapsed onto the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, thinking all about the job payment.

Why did I always have to be the one to compromise? To forgive? Why couldn't Ethan just be considerate for once?

I sighed again and closed my eyes, my mind drifting off into a restless sleep.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of happiness and excitement within myself, with Ethan avoiding me at all costs. I barely saw him at dinner, and when I did, he was quiet and subdued, his eyes fixed on his plate, as if he were a living dead.

I didn't bother trying to talk to him, knowing it would be a waste of time since he would just act like one scared being.

. Instead, I retreated to my room, my mind still seething with happiness and resentment.

As I lay in bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Would we ever be able to move past this? To find our way back to each other?

Or were we doomed to remain in this state of limbo and malice, forever trapped in a cycle of resentment?

" Knock..." The sound of the door interrupted my thinking already. I stood up at that point, looking through the door.

"Come in," I commanded.

"Mia," he said calmly.

"What do you want? I asked.

"The baby is to be with me tonight," he said with more boldness than earlier.

" What!"

"Is it too hard to ask for?" he questioned.

"I haven't slept without him since he was born."

"You can come stay at my room," his voice sounded as if his throat guy something stuck there.

" Never"

" Why?"

"Why what?"

"But we both are married," I interrupted.

"Forced marriage. A marriage that none of us wanted, an arranged marriage," I exclaimed calmly.

"I understand you, but still we have to accept what date has for us," I laughed.

"What fate?"

"Just understand we are married and not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship," he said with much boldness.

"But we haven't tied the knot, so we aren't married," I lay on the bed.

"We are, Mia, and it mean time you accept this," she said with a little screech.

"Can we get over this already? I want to sleep," I said, yawning.

"By tomorrow you must resume unless you lost the job," he said with a hiss before leaving the room.