The Unwanted Wife(6)By: Natasha Anders
Despite her extreme depression after the miscarriage she had worked through it on her own, Rick and Lisa hadn’t even known about her pregnancy. She had felt so terrible about her reaction to the baby that she had never told them, feeling that her behaviour had been indefensible. But tonight, Sandro’s cruel taunts had quite simply sent her over the edge and she was ashamed to recall how completely she had lost it.
She sighed, trying to shake herself out of her maudlin mood and after a quick shower; she fell into bed wearing only the t-shirt and panties which she had quickly grabbed from her chest on drawers in the master suite. Despite the drama of the day, she fell asleep almost immediately. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep before she heard the quiet knock on the door. She immediately awoke and sat up, pushing her tangled hair out of her face.
“Theresa! Open the damned door!” He angrily thumped on the wood again and this time it was loud enough to make her jump up and hurriedly unlock and open the door, for fear that he would wake the live-in housekeeper. Despite the fact that his voice had been only a harsh whisper through the wood, she was in no doubt that he was absolutely livid. She stood staring up at him in the dim light and was surprised by the flash of hot fury on his face, which was so quickly masked beneath the more familiar mask of icy indifference, that she wasn’t sure if she had imagined the unaccustomed emotion or not.
“What are you doing in here?” He asked stiffly.
“I’ve decided to move into this room,” she informed quietly and his jaw clenched. She had anticipated having this conversation but not until morning. Sandro was full of surprises today… she had known that he would be upset about her moving out of their bedroom but it was completely out of character for him to actually come thumping on her bedroom door demanding an explanation in the dead of night! She had expected a cold and controlled conversation about it over the breakfast table. The light from the landing was just bright enough for her to see the stormy emotion brewing in his eyes and she swallowed a lump of disappointment when the emotion was doused in ice.
“I can see that,” he gritted out. “I think the pertinent question is why?” And she could see that it just about killed him to ask it.
“I’d feel like a hypocrite if I stayed in the master bedroom with you,” she shrugged again. “Just this morning I told you I wanted a divorce, so it wouldn’t feel right if I continued to share your bed as if we’d never had that conversation.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” he dismissed.
“No… I think I’m actually making sense for the first time in nearly two years.”
“My wife…” he placed a lot of sarcastic emphasis on the last word. “…sleeps with me. You will come back to our bedroom if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming!”
“I.I… m.may have to sleep with you, Sandro,” she conceded, knowing that if he chose to do as he threatened, she would definitely lose to his superior size and strength. “But I won’t be having sex with you anymore…”
“You would deny me, your husband, this basic marital right?” He sounded frankly astonished by that, as astonished as Theresa felt for even daring to say the words.
“Yes.” His eyes narrowed and he took a threatening step toward her.
“What’s to stop me from simply taking what belongs to me?” He asked speculatively, his eyes raking dismissively over her thin, shivering, t-shirt clad body and Theresa crossed her arms over her chest and hunched her shoulders defensively.
“I don’t belong to you,” she said softly.
“Well, I certainly forked out huge amounts of money for you… that feels like ownership to me.”
“Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she protested in frustration and he laughed softly.
“And you’re still singing the same tired old tune,” he mocked. “This is beside the point. I have no wish to rehash these details, it achieves nothing. Come on, we’re going to bed!” He grabbed her hand and tugged her back toward their bedroom a few doors down the hall. She was so shocked by the abrupt gesture that she stumbled along behind him, before instinct kicked in and she dug in her heels, leaving him to practically drag her the last few feet.