Thirty-eight
ARTEMISIA
After the Argument with Emma, I left the room. Well, I wouldn’t call it an argument, but then, it felt like it, as she didn’t want to speak with me any more.
I placed the yarn and knitting needle into the last drawer of the nightstand, then walked towards the vanity.
My eyes caught the calendar that was beside it as I stared into the mirror.
“Today is the 28th of June…” I trailed off, whilst dotting the date with a marker.
28th of June?!
I flipped backward and noticed it was two months ago I had my period last. I had been with Sin for two months. It looked unbelievable that I had been under this roof for that long.
“What is stopping it from coming?” I said to myself, patting my tummy.
Perhaps it was due to stress. It happened to me in the past. Whenever I over-exerted myself, it didn’t only affect me physically; it affected my period too.
Shrugging, I stepped away from it, to the mirror again.
Funny enough, I didn’t feel the telltale signs of the oncoming period. No sore breast or lower tummy cramp, no fatigue.
It was weird, but I feel stronger than usual. Maybe it was because of the mark, I mulled whilst caressing my neck.
It tingled the more I stroked it. I let out a sigh, dropping my hand.
I swirled as the door opened, and my eyes locked on Sin’s.
A scowl was on his face, and he growled as he entered the room.
He was always in a foul mood. But today, it seemed worse as I was on the receiving end.
After leaving Emma and Julie’s room, I ran into him in the hallway. Sin had bumped into me and shoved me as well. He had walked away without bothering if he hurt me or not.
It was unlike him. He hadn’t hurt me physically before, aside from when he spanked me. But it had been a while since it happened.
I flinched as he flung the wardrobe open. He grunted, ransacking through it.
“What are you searching for?” I inquired, staring at the pile of clothes he had dumped on the floor.
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he continued tossing out more on the floor.
I glared at him whilst picking up the discarded clothes and folding them neatly on the bed.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“You know, it was hard arranging all these clothes by myself. Having you tossed them away seemed awful, as you didn’t help in the arrangement.”
“No one asked you to do so.” Sin retorted. “That is why there are maids for everything. Get one for yourself.”
“What if I don’t want one?!” I questioned back, snapping.
I was aware there were maids, the Omegas, in the palace and if I wanted one, Rhoda was the one I could relate to. But I didn’t feel like bothering anyone to do what I could do without a fuss.
“Suit yourself and stop complaining.” He rasped, jamming the door closed.
I jerked at the loudness and watched as he walked to the small chest that was used to keep clothes that weren’t in use.
What was he looking for?
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is my business.” I snapped back. “You are my husband and turning the house upside down is my business because you did little to nothing to help around.”
“Stop nagging, Artemisia!” He exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table.
I nagged?
He termed my concern and complaint into a nag?!
Oh, gosh!
I walked toward him and clutched his hand because I was furious at the way he was acting. I was his wife, for goodness’ sake.
Even if he didn’t see me like that, we were legally bound, and he had f*cking marked me. He should have left me alone when he knew he was going to act this way after the wedding.
Maybe I was a joke to him.
Sin glared at me as I gripped his hand.
Even though he had the strength to shove me away like an annoying pest. He didn’t, and I was glad he didn’t.
“What do you want, Artemisia?” He jerked his hand away and shoved it into his hair.
“Don’t I please you enough? What do you f**king want?” He gripped my shoulder, shaking me.
“What do you mean? I-I don’t understand.” I managed to let out as he continued shaking me.
“I was told you would pretend like you didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know you were that good at it.”
“Pretend about what?” I creased my brows, gazing at him.
What was he talking about?
Sin stepped away from me, towards the vanity. “Your phone.” He demanded.
“What for?”
“Just give me the f*cking phone.” He shouted.
I shook my head, wrapping my arm around myself. “You need to tell me what you need it for. You don’t just come here assuming things. Heck, I don’t even know what is going on!”
“Stop acting cute with me. You cheat!”
I gasped as he nudged me. I fell onto the bed, and before I could stand to my feet, he was on me.
“I will treat you like the whore you wish to be.” He grunted, clamping my hands.
His other hand gripped the dress I donned, shredding it. It was a light material and required only a slight tug for it to be torn.
“Sin!” I shouted, struggling in his grasp.
“Oh darling, isn’t this what you wanted?” He fondled my breast. His hand went to my centre, and he tapped it slightly before ripping my panties.
I groaned in pain at the force he was using. Even though I had a kink for something like this, there was nothing sensual about it, since I didn’t consent to it.
“What had gotten into you?” I attempted to shove him again. This time, I succeeded.
I darted to the door and stared back at him with wild eyes.
My mind flashed back. I was in a similar situation, but why was it happening again?
Sin’s eyes darkened, and I glimpsed it turning red instead of its usual golden colour that surfaced due to desire.
“Sin, what is wrong with you? It’s me, Artemisia, your wife.”
As if he didn’t know I was his wife. Nonetheless, I believe it was not him acting this way.
He hadn’t acted this way towards me, despite how mad he might be.
Also, I hadn’t seen such a look like this in his eyes before. It was weird and, at the same time, frightening.