Husband's Regrets: Forgive Me My Wife
Chapter 1 - Error (revision)
The cold weather outside does not make a woman in a luxury apartment unit laze around in the room. With trembling hands the woman cleaned the broken glass on the floor of the room, did not stop her activities even though blood dripped from her palm due to scratched glass shards, tears also dripped along the floor. Pamela's name, brown and long-haired woman is the wife of Aleandro Leonard Torres a successful young businessman who is highly valued throughout Spain, especially the City of Madrid.
Pamela took a breath hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening quite loudly, without turning her head in the slightest she knew who was coming out of the room. Increasingly accelerating the movement of his hand put all the broken glass into the trash. Both of his hands trembled, the pain that Leon exerted was extremely stifling his chest.
“Ck, slow”, said a man. “Quick clean, I don't want any stains in here, you understand?”, the voice of the male baritone who always incised a wound in his heart. Seeing no response from Pamela, this man tightened his jaw “JAWAB”, he jolted.
“Good Tuan”, great-grandson of Pamela. Both of her eyelids closed for a few seconds, Pamela muffled her sobs by strongly biting her lower lip. His breath was shaken because of his crying.
“APA?, what did you say? Say clearly”, exclaimed the man and spread his legs before Pamela's eyes.
“Good Tuan”, said Pamela in a clearer voice.
The man who had no feelings crouched down and flanked hard both cheeks of Pamela with one hand, smiling smirk while looking down on the woman who always warmed her bed. “Use your mouth well when talking, understand?”, the cold voice so pierced into the chest.
“Iya Tuan”, Pamela replied lowering her gaze. Both hands clenched firmly even nails stuck in the palm of his hand, further adding to the incision wound due to broken glass. In him he wants to fight Leon but unfortunately Pamela does not have that power.
According to the rules Pamela has signed if she is forbidden to stare and even touch her husband without permission. When speaking, he always lowered his eyes. Plopping Pamela's face and shaking her hands as if disgusted by the sweat from her palm, “I go, make the best of time until I return”, <TAG1>, rubbing the top of Pamela's head while wiping the sweat in her hand and stepping away from the penthouse.
“Huh”, Pamela could breathe a sigh of relief when she saw her husband coming out of the apartment, she rushed to clean the dirt in the room. Then treat the wound on his hand that is not comparable to the nicks in his heart.
His increasingly thin body decays and slumps from the top of the bed, tired of being hurt as Leon likes. Pamela looked at her reflection in the mirror. Time and again Leon treated like he was not human, yes very often the man forced his will in any form.
It was a bad morning for him to have to accept the wrath of an Aleandro Leonard Torres or better known Leon. Pamela's cooking soup doesn't go to Leon's liking as it's written on the schedule. It was not without reason that this woman made it because the supply of groceries in the cupboard was running low, there were no ingredients to cook the soup that Leon wanted. Leon slammed a glass filled with milk from the top of the nightstand and spilled food onto the floor.
After wrapping her hands in bandages, Pamela took the coat she was going to use. He leaves the apartment with a driver who Leon prepared for him. Pamela just visited the grocery store to buy all the necessities in the apartment, not wanting to get angry again just because of food, carefully Pamela calculated the necessary groceries. Put one by one things into the trolly, pushing it full of energy and do not forget how he endured the pain in his palm. Spending 30 minutes, Pamela had to quickly return to the apartment to tidy up all the items she bought. Fortunately, to clean the apartment unit, Leon hires the services of a housekeeper who comes after his master leaves and goes home before Leon re-enters his penthouse.
“Grandmother already yes, later I call again”
Pamela hung up her phone and kept the flat object on the nightstand, then lay staring at the ceiling of the room. ppAir eyes dripped back and without her noticing both eyes closed.
By late afternoon Pamela, who woke up from sleep, was shocked by the presence of two women in the living room. The three exchanged stiff smiles, until a housekeeper told them who the two guests were.
“Oh like that”, Pamela's response.
This beautiful haired woman was herded into the bathroom by the two women in charge of care for the wife of Aleandro Leonard Torres. Pamela soaks in warm water filled with foam and fragrant aroma therapy indulges her sense of smell. During the 2 months of marriage with Leon always ordered Pamela to take care of her skin from head to toe, the young woman had to appear pleasing to Leon in the morning and evening when her husband returned to the apartment. Leon did not want a single dust stick to Pamela's skin or a drop of sweat. Because the woman served Leon every day, all his needs had to be prepared and met by his wife.
Taking part in a ritual of self-cleaning, Pamela looks at her heartily straight at her increasingly beautiful reflection after getting married two months ago. Previously she was just a barmaid girl in the City of Madrid, working at night and looking open every day without knowing the word cold, looking like that was not his desire but all he did was forced to suffice the family economy.
Pamela smiled wryly as one by one makeup tool began to touch the skin of her face. Should she be happy and proud to be the wife of a Leon?, surely out there many women feel jealous of her for successfully getting one of the best bachelors in the City of Madrid. But not with Pamela, this woman gets inner pressure every day and can only breathe a sigh of relief when her husband comes out of the apartment. Maybe from the outside Leon is a perfect figure and a dream husband but in fact not.
“You're lucky miss, Young Master Leon loves you so much”, praise a woman who is styling Pamela's long hair.
“What does she say is lucky?, loving?, I never felt like it”, Pamela's inner self then smiled lazily at her lips. “They just don't know what I receive every day from the very arrogant Young Master it”.
The last touch with the administration of red lip dye according to Leon's wishes. Pamela could only swallow the saliva staring at the clock that was coiling on her wrist. Every minute and second passed it means the sooner he will spend time with Leon.
The two women who helped him give his farewell because their task was completed even the home assistant was ready to go home considering it was already evening. Pamela breathed a rough breath in front of the large mirror in her room, still looking at her who looked like everyone else. Her beautiful long hair is conjured wavy, thin make up makes her appearance more perfect, evening dress wrapped her body very beautifully.
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