Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 37

After dinner, I was in the room and she entered with Jacey with a stern face.

“Hey. I forgot to ask, why did you scold Jacey? That frame was so beautiful. Here, I got the hammer and nail, we will hang it there.” Her strict tone came out, slamming the hammer and nail on my hand while pointing at the wall.

I raised an eyebrow, “You want me to do it? What makes you think ‘I’ would do this kind of work?”

“Of course, you will.” She smirked, folding her arms at her chest.

“You don’t have to, Dariel.” Jacey smiled nervously, at least she knew her brother.

“He will. He should appreciate this. At least.” Saafia mocked and not wanting to make her think wrongly I sighed.

“Whatever. Where?” I scoffed.

“There. Right there.” She smiled as we hung her frame there.

“See. Jacey, it looks so beautiful. Thank you so much. Mister Cannedy, you also thank her.” Saafia grinned, I glanced over her shoulder.

“Mister?”

“I like calling him that. Don’t mind it.”

Since our marriage, I had never seen her delighted before. She was looking… exquisite. Holding Jacey’s arm, pointing at the frame, admiring it.

‘You know this marriage might end after ten months, don’t you? Why are you happy about it? It will get removed soon.’ I thought. I wanted to ask but couldn’t because of that smile.

What a radiant smile…

I could never, heck, curl my lips upwards. It was hard. I tried to smile purely and it looked so fake when I blessed Jacey.

“No. She shouldn't have made it.” I cleared my throat, getting down, turning my head to the side to ignore her.

“You made it? It looks so immaculate. You're so talented, Jacey.” She praised her, ignoring my comment.

“Thanks.” Jacey chuckled nervously.

“Are you guys okay?” Sam interrupted.

“Yeah. We are fine." I nodded. Of course, we didn't look like the best but I didn't want them to find out.. yet. Jacey was happy, she was tranquilized but sadly it was not the marriage she thought.

“Why do you look like you had a fight? I am astonished, Dariel, that you'd make such a pretty lady angry. I could never.” Sam cracked a joke, pissing me off.

“Stop it, baby.” Jacey giggled, hitting his shoulder playfully.

“That is not possible anymore.” He winked. Me and Saafia stood awkwardly again

“Ahem.” I called them to stop.

“Leave him. Dariel, Saafia, Let's go out for dinner on the weekend.” Jacey grinned. I was about to deny it but Saafia didn’t let me.

“Sure.”

Unwillingly, I got ready on Saturday, wearing my black shirt and black waistcoat, rolling my sleeves to the elbow, watching my wife getting ready.

She wore the matching dress, doing her hair as I stared at her, not removing my eyes from her. She was smiling, applying her makeup, looking angelic.

‘How could I tell her she looks beautiful? In fact, when did she become this pretty?’ I thought.

Watching her intensely, covering my mouth as I opened the first two buttons of my shirt temptingly when she applied her lipstick, not noticing or she probably noticed.

Who knows?

“Anyways, can you do it?” I sighed, grabbing my phone and wallet while putting her things in her purse as well before giving it to her.

“I can't act. I am not a faker like you who can fool the world to clear his reputation. I won’t.” She hissed, roughly taking the bag from me.

“Fine. You didn’t need to reply rudely.” I muttered, scoffing at her reaction.

“Says the one who is like this all the time.” She scoffed.

We exchanged a glare and went for dinner.

During dinner, I couldn’t help but to notice how she was laughing with Jacey. Her sweet tone reached my ears, compelling me to lean back so I could stare at her properly.

‘Why do you talk to everyone except me in that tone?’ I thought.

The sweet in her resonance she held when she used to come with Jared at parties. That sweet, euphonious sound.

‘Always with Jared, with my sister but never with me…’ My jaw clenched, narrowing my eyes at this thought.

It enraged me but I couldn’t taunt her before everyone.

Jacey noticed me staring at her and cleared her throat playfully.

“We know she is your wife. Stop staring, Dariel.” She giggled.

Saafia turned to me, the gleaming smile not leaving her lips and waved her hand to shrug it off.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I am used to it.”

Smirking seductively, I leaned forward to her ears and whispered, “Are you?”