Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 32

SAAFIA’S POV:-

Jared was released, he must be there with his wife, having an affectionate time with her and me, where am I? Sitting alone on the bed, hugging my one knee and straightening the other.

Staring into nothingness.

I didn’t want to accept but Sarah was right. What was the point of a meaningless bond? These were not the thoughts I had for my marriage.

What good being with that man will bring me?

Was it worth it?

“Hey. What are you thinking? Are you hungry?” He called, snapping his fingers to get my attention while not removing his eyes from his laptop.

It was night, he was working. In the dark room, the light of the screen made his handsome features shine. Exhaling, my eyes shifted to him.

“I am thinking that I have been married for two months now yet it feels like a stranger is here.” I told him in a low, sorrowful tone.

“Sometimes a lifetime is not enough to know someone. These are only months. In fact, you can never know what another person thinks.” He continued, typing continuously, taking a bite of his cake and offering it to me as well but I refused.

“Do you seriously have no cognition towards this marriage?” I asked, turning my head to him with disappointment.

“I have. I would make you hate, turn you cold-”

“Any obligatory feeling?” I hissed.

“No. Do you?” He replied nonchalantly.

“No. Just asking.” I muttered, turning my head to the side.

He paused for a second, stopping his work and turning his head to me with confusion coming to his face.

“Why are you asking?”

“Because sometimes it hurts me to think that I am not and cannot be one with my husband.” I whispered, averting my gaze.

I could anticipate his response. I knew he had no feelings towards this bond.

“Who is inducing these thoughts in your mind? Must be your sister.” He scoffed, going back to work.

“Am I thinking wrong?”

“Yes. Of course. We are not that ‘arranged’ couple you perceive stupidly. And most of all. Why would a successful, handsome man like me be with ‘you’?”

I growled, wanting to throw the pillow at him for pissing me off. I could literally see the smirk glistening on his face.

I was serious but he took everything I said nonchalantly. My words never matter to him.

“My fault that I asked.” Muttering, I scoffed as well, climbing under the cover to ignore him and went to sleep.

There was no point in talking to him anyways.

The next day, it was Sunday. I didn’t want to see him so I was in the studio. I completed my painting and surprisingly, his Majesty stepped into my chambers.

“Listen.” He called, clearing his throat.

I didn’t know why but it felt good to find him where. His eyes scanned where empty canvases were lying, where I scattered paints.

I bet he must be infuriated that everything here was disorganized.

“Hey. How is it? I just finished it.” I asked happily, turning to him, showing him my floral work.

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, of course, you will find me at fault. Must be my mistake, huh!?”

Raising my voice, I roughly grabbed my phone and stormed out of the room, not wanting to see his face again.

You are the worst, Dariel Canndey.

I didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day, pretending he didn’t exist. He didn’t bother to apologize either.

The next day, after he left for work, unwanted thoughts rose in my mind. I knew their consequences would be fatal but I must do this.

‘You have to do this, Saafia. What could possibly happen? How worse could he get? I couldn’t sit and watch things go worse.’ I thought, taking a deep breath and called Jared.

“Hello, Jared?”

“Saafia? Why are you calling me? Isn’t what your husband did to me enough?” He taunted.

“Can I meet you?” I asked hesitantly, hoping he wouldn't refuse.

“Fine.”

Thankfully he didn’t. But, the hardest task was leaving home. He kept me imprisoned here. I was slowly realizing now why his wife must have bore with it.

Distrust, restrictions, arguments…

“Where are you going, Ma’am?” The guard asked, not letting me leave.

“To my sister’s.”

“We can drop you off-”

“I don’t need anyone. I am fine. Don’t bother me now.” I ordered coldly and left to see Jared.