The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 40: The Pain

THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.

Whatisthis? What does all this mean? What the hell is going on?

Why is this heart so sick?

A pair of men and women lay on the surface of the bed with their innocent bodies just a blanket over.

And the figure of the man, is a figure that daritadi middle I seek his existence.

My feet told me to leave this place immediately, but my eyes rebelled and kept on pointing at it.

I don't know what else to say to describe this pain.

When my heart screamed to get out of there, my eyes finally gave up and my legs rushed to get me out of there.

As quickly as possible I rushed to run, until finally the door of my room was right in front of me.

I opened it and I closed the door and leaned back. Unknowingly, my body just slumped as if my energy stopped flowing all over my body.

The tightness back torturous, the pain back piercing.

How will I deal with it tomorrow? Would I rather not get out of this room?

Should I get angry and hit him? Or is it better to act like everything is okay?

And, how could he be in that position? I believe him, I believe.

But this feeling was very painful, even this throat seemed to be suffocating.

Why, does my body have to react like this...?

...🥀...

Author Pov's

Two sentient beings who had feelings were now lying on the soft and spacious bed surface.

It is like sleeping on a soft heap of goose feathers and clouds.

Looks like a man with a mane of the blonde that sparkles like the piercing sunlight of the day and always accompanies.

His open eyelids showed a clear ball like a vast and mesmerizing sky.

The man changed his position to sit, holding his head to help his mind recall events before he plunged into dreamland.

It struck him and was surprised to find a woman right next to him in plain condition covered only with a blanket.

It was as if something hard was clumping on his chest and then slapping him hard with an unavoidable reality.

Even he only realized that when he was bare-chested, his upper body was open, revealing the beauty of his muscles.

He recalled the incident when he drank a wine given by the woman next to him, then he felt dizzy and finally he did not remember what happened after that.

"What have I done?" he turned raucous while covering half his face and grabbed the hard mane that covered next to his forehead.

She intended to get out of bed and walk out of the room, but the feminine voice stopped her action.

"Arlen...?" his whispers made the man able to feel the rebellious turmoil within him.

"What exactly have you done, Anastasia? You framed me?" he sharpened his eyes.

It was as if the gaze had been sharpened long ago and prepared at any moment to injure and stab the gaze that met him.

"What do you mean, Arlen? Do you think I did all this? I really don't know anything. Believe me.." beg the woman while lowering her face.

The man snorted violently, what the hell is this?  He was just like a jerk who could not resist lust.

He does not know who is to blame, because everything is still hidden, reluctant to appear.

The flashback

On a spacious and cold balcony, there was a pair of friends who had just made up again in conversation.

Arlen and Anastasia are called.

With a glass of wine in their hands, the pair talked because there was something the woman had to say.

"Why did you bring me here, Anastasia?" ask Arlen.

"Ana," Anastasia's correction while smiling made Arlen unwillingly follow his will.

"Why did you bring me here, Ana?"

There were strokes of a smile on the face of the doll, accompanied by a small ruckus that became a complement.

"Is it wrong for a friend to talk to his best friend?" ask him back while tilting his head.

A slightly irritated streak appeared on the man's face, making Anastasia again chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, you're always so stiff with my jokes" he joked. "I just wanted to say, you seem to be with Cassandra closer now? Have you guys done that?" his god raised both eyebrows and brought his face closer to Arlen.

"It's none of your business. And, stay away from me," the man interrupted as he pushed Anastasia's face away with his palm.

Looks like Anastasia is tickling. "Cih, you're not that exciting. Why would I have an unpleasant friend like you?" insinuations.

"I should have said it like that" Alren said. It was common for the two humans to contradict and insinuate each other.

Arlen straightened the wine in his glass and was followed by Anastasia.

Before long, there were strange gestures that the man made.

Anastasia realized there was something strange with her best friend, so her eyebrows began to wrinkle.

"Arlen, are you okay?" asked the woman began to look worried and panicked slowly approaching towards her best friend.

"Yes, I'm just a little sleepy," Arlen replied making Anastasia even more confused.

"Huh? How can you suddenly get sleepy like this?" the answer and no answer.

The man looked absentminded for a moment. After a while, there was the sound of a glass falling and smashing into pieces.

"Arlen! Arlen!"

Flashback off

"You passed out, and I brought you home. The servants took you to the room and I was worried so I waited for you. But suddenly," Anastasia hung up her words as tears began to flow.

"Say," the man said firmly.

"Suddenly you pulled me and you didn't let me go and forced me to do it with you...." The woman's cry broke, her tone of voice trembled followed by sobs.

Anastasia covered her pitiful face with both palms, and Arlen was speechless.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't do anything about it, because I'm weak. Please forgive me, Arlen...."

The man seemed to be hiding his entire current feelings behind his flat mask.

He then stepped up to pick up the new clothes neatly arranged inside his clothes, then put them on quickly and passed out.

Without a word coming from her lips, Anastasia became even more confused and her chest felt tight.

...🥀...

Next to the mattress there is a small table on the surface of which there are some of his favorite citrus fruits.

The woman looked ordinary, seemed calm, as if nothing had happened and as if there were no obstacles in her life.

But who would have thought, the mask of calmness was coating all parts of her beautiful face that I loved.

He seeks busyness to bury his feelings in the moment so as not to return to the surface.

Iris and her brown pupils ran here and there following the beautiful letters she was reading. Likewise with his mind which is currently wandering.

He just read, but did not pay attention or pervade every letter that has a beautiful meaning.

No matter how much effort he made not to replay the stifling footage, his mind kept twisting it.

So it feels like he wants to hibernate like a bear in the cold of this sweeping winter.

The sound of knocking became a nuisance and a filler of silence in the room.

Because of the reluctance, the woman did not open the door and only let out a little hard.

"Lake in!"

The door opened, showing an unwanted figure appearing. It made the woman slightly jump and cast her eyes.

He cursed himself for not asking first who the knocking figure was.

Then, he remained in the starting position waiting for the figure to approach him.

The figure stood up while looking at the woman, then looked at her deeply.

He did not want to say a single word, until the man who had said it first.

A man's embrace scatters and hides the change in expression from his face.

Honestly, the woman again felt a deep pain that had pierced her heart and made her chest as if struck by a beating heart that was getting stronger.

Is this a punishment for casually putting feelings on someone and lying to them?

Has he ruined the story? By giving a chance to the antagonist who is still unknown to his true nature.

"I have betrayed you" whispered the man as smooth yet as a kunai that was fixed and shot straight into the woman's heart.

"What's wrong with you? Betraying? What do you mean?" ask the woman to pretend she doesn't know and act like a fool.

The woman might be able to lie to her lips by saying that, yet she could not lie to her feelings.

He was in pain, he was disappointed, and he knew exactly what this man who was holding him tight was referring to.

Until that warm embrace, he did not reply at all, he was silent, clad in his feelings which he deeply hid from others.

"You must have hated me after knowing it" said the man raising his face.

"Without you saying I knew it too."

"What are you saying, I might hate you. If I hate you, then there's no way I'll accept your love, right?" Cassandra showed her smile accompanied by a ruckus.

Her fake cherry face could be known to Arlen, because the man knew every single intent of the woman's movements.

"I spent the night with Anastasia" he explained again making a heart crumble and broken.

But a fake smile can cover at once be the answer. "So you guys did it? Isn't that nice? Anastasia must have waited a long time for that," the woman's reply left Arlen in disbelief.

The man was flabbergasted, with an invading unpredictability. What the fuck was an expression as if nothing strange was imprinted on this woman's face?

"Why don't you feel disappointed or angry at me? Would you like me to spend the night with another woman?" he really doesn't believe.

His slightly patterned eyes, with a slight frown on his forehead became a symbol of his disbelief.

"You know, Anastasia is still your wife. Isn't it natural to spend the night with her?"

Again, all the words that fell from the red lips like a tempting red apple gave a surprise attack to the man.

And, Arlen hates it when the woman doesn't look disappointed or angry at her actions.

It was as if this self was not so meaningful that it was easily tasted by other women.

"What's wrong with you? Are you that way you don't care about me spending the night with another woman? What's you-"

"Already, Arlen. That's normal, you don't have to extend-"

"That's not ordinary!" his sergeant was with his tone of voice that began to rise.

Cassandra slightly flinched as the man raised his tone to her.

Just this time the man yelled at her, and it felt like his eyes were starting to heat up because something was about to come down.

"Do you think giving up my body to someone else is common?! Do you think I'm a br*hsek man who only attaches importance to lust?!" murkanya with a look that Cassandra has not seen so far.

"Listen to me-"

"Why are you acting as if nothing happened?! Do I not mean anything to you?! Does my love mean nothing to you?!"

"Aryn-"

"Come with me, Cassandra! Slap me Cassandra! But please don't act as if this is a small matter! Hit me, Cassandra! Slap me!"

Plaque!

A slap flashed, silence began to ambush, traces of redness began to be painted.

"This is what you're asking for, isn't it? Satisfied you? Then what am I supposed to do? Angry and hit you as much as I do?"

"But what are the benefits of all that? Does that change the fact that you spent the night with Anastasia, huh?! What with a punch you can turn back time?! What with a slap you can change everything?! Can it?!"

The woman began to let out her tears that she had been holding. The emotions he endured seemed to just explode. The screams could not be held in the throat.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do? I felt a very painful pain in my heart, but I could do nothing about it. Can you restore my mood to the way it was?"

The tone of the voice is now increasingly weakening, coupled with the roar of tears that are unceasingly pouring.

Cassandra, the woman felt a deep pain just because of a single word that described the feeling that had arisen and arched in her heart.

Love's.

"Just because of this feeling, the pain I felt was so painful, that I wanted to die. What exactly have you done to me? Why do you keep torturing me like this?" the balance is out of control.

"I've tried to bury this pain, I've tried to forget it. I'm trying to forget the image of you with your innocent body sleeping with another woman in your bed! Why does that make me feel crazy?! Why?!"

A kiss becomes a way to silence the uncontrollable chatter of the woman's lips.

The kiss was increasingly deep accompanied by a pagutan that seemed not to want to be missed.

But after that, Cassandra immediately released the page and embrace the man in front of her until it was released.

The woman stood up, then walked away. Before that, the woman said a few words.

"I want to be alone."

^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^

^^16 December 2020^^^