CEO’s REDEMPTION

Getting to the door of our bedroom, I find this gross woman by the name of Mrs. McCall pacing back and forth.

Upon noticing my presence, she halts her movement to peer at me, and her jaw plummets to the ground at the sight of my fresh wound and the blood washing one side of my face.

Stillness befalls between us for decades. I allow her to compute just how much misery I am bearing as her beloved son’s wife. Maybe this will give her a clear image of the kind of woman I am. For those series of moments of pure scrutiny with disbelief, I thought that perhaps the sight before her will elicit some sense of sympathy in her, but that is until she opens her mouth, and all my hopes crumble.

“I guess it’s clear enough that you could not do a thing to make your supposed husband talk to us, right?”

If this was the first time I was meeting this woman, I would exonerate her barking and assume that she is blind and that she can’t see just what I have got in less than five minutes of attempting to speak to his son. Is her hatred towards me this deep that she doesn’t care what her son does to me? Dah! She is his mother for fuck’s sake, yet she can not even get close to him. I deserve some credit, don’t I?

“I am sorry, Mrs…”

“Your worthless sorry is not what I need. You have proven yourself worthless for the thousandth time in the few days I have known you. Now listen to me carefully, Angelica or whatever your name is. I want you to get in there, pack all your trash, leave my son in peace and go back to that dumping site you came from. Your presence disguts me, because you are the reason my son is drowning in misery.”

Wait! What exactly is she insinuating?

“What exactly do you mean, ma’am?” I query, blocking my fury from being so evident.

“Don’t play naive with me, young girl! You have absolutely nothing of interest. You have nothing in common with my son. You are a ghost that invaded my son’s life to torment him. Everything about you is a misery, and you have turned my son into a mystery himself. You can not renounce that everything started during that party. I don’t know what you want for my son, I mean, for you to bear all this, you must be in for a mind-boggling catch, but you certainly can not be his wife. There is nothing like love between you two else my son would not be hurting you like this. I don’t know what games you are playing, but I am not going to sit down and watch you ruin Jerol more than you have already done. Don’t wait for me to drag you out of this castle!”

You know what? I have had just enough, especially with woman! I am done being nice and naive. If she wants me to be a devil then a devil I will be to her.

“First of all, my beautiful name is, Angeline. Second, I don’t give a fuck where you are obtaining all this garbage about me from, but there are two truths I want you to understand. One, is that I don’t freaking care what the fuck you think of me or what you damn want, and second, whether you accept it or not, I am Jerol’s wife. We love each other. This castle is our home and you, Mrs. McCall, have absolutely no freaking right to order me in my own home, you get that?”

“How dare…”

She swirls her right hand launching a slap, but I hold her hand mind-air, the same time her husband appears from her back.

I allowed my mother to slap me anytime she felt like it, but I can’t allow any other woman.

“DELIA! What the hell are you doing? Cut the girl some slack will, you?” Mr McCall roars, his voice reverberating the whole of this floor.

I let go of her hand as she redirects her fury to her husband albeit with calmness.

“Can’t you see? This girl is driving our son insane. I felt it the very first day I saw her. She is a bad omen for my son and I won’t allow her to spend even an extra minute tormenting my son.” She turns to me, looking like a she-devil. “Young girl, do you want to leave peacefully on your own, or should I call the guards to throw you out like a stinking piece of trash that you are?”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“My duty as a wife, is to stay by my husband for better or for worse. I still stand my ground, madam. I am not stepping foot out of my home just because my husband is going through a crisis. Again, you do not have the right to kick me out of my home and my husband’s life. I am not moving an inch from here until and unless Jerol himself asks me to.”

“Well then, let’s see about that!”

“It doesn’t have to come to this, Delia!” Her husband tries to intervene, but this Delilah is uncontrollable.

“GUARDS! GUARDS!” At the count of two screams, a battalion of guards stands before us, and I squirm. There is no way I can win against these six men.

“Yes, madam!” One of them speaks on their behalf.

“Take this woman out of this castle and throw her out of the gate. Make sure she never steps her foot past the gate again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, madam.” They chorus as they start striding to get me.

I look past them to the ground floor, and I spot the maids watching the charade too. The commotion must have called them from their posts. Embarrassingly Ironic, right? I was threatening to kick them out of the castle just a few minutes ago, and now it seems like the tables have turned on me.

I won’t even lay my eyes on Jerol for the last time.

Life is such a screw!

I swallow hard at the humiliation I am about to suffer, as two men stretch their hands to drag me out.

“NOBODY TOUCHES MY WIFE!”

Everybody, and I mean, everybody, turns to a statue, except me who has the balls to turn around to confirm whether that voice is really his.

I watch as he matches towards us, his eyes glued on mine, and he finally halts beside me, wrapping his arm around my small waists.

The idiotic guards step back, bowing to the calm lion before them, and I feel like laughing at their faces right now. Foolish scoundrels!

“Leave us.” He says to them, and the six fools coils their tails between their legs and stride out. He eyes the next bunch of fools downstairs, and they don’t even wait for him to utter a word. They understand the gaze of their master perfectly, and disappear in haste to where their asses are supposed to be.

“Jerol, son..”

“You too. I am asking you both nicely to leave. And mother, I think I remember telling you to leave me and my wife out of your business?”

“She..”

He cuts her off by raising his free hand to her face. She cowers back, and he drops his hand.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I will tell you again, leave my wife in peace. You two should leave.”

One thing that is evident in this woman, is that she is one high-and-mighty arrogant woman. She doesn’t wait to be intimidated and she doesn’t beg.

She pulls herself from her husband’s hold, and she vividly stomps out. Did I also say that she is hot-tempered? That is so obvious.

“Son, this is not the way to handle things. What the hell are you doing to yourself?” His father queries.

“Don’t worry, dad. I will be fine. Promise.”

Okay! What happened? I mean, I have never heard him acknowledge the fact that he is not okay, nor promise that he will be fine. All he has done for two months is comfort himself with the lie that he is fine. What’s with the sudden change, huh?

“I’ll hold you to that, son. Wake up and fix yourself while there is still time.”

He nods his head, and they embrace in a slight hug, refusing to let go of me.

“My daughter, take care, okay?” Mr. McCall says as she hugs me, still Jerol’s hand on my back. Did he leave his brain back in that cursed gym or what? As if this is real, pss!

“I will, father. Take care too.” I say when we pull away from the hug, and he walks out after saying goodbye to us.

Without a word, this weirdo tugs me to him as he guides me to our bedroom.

He kicks the door shut the moment we walk in, and I pull away from his hold. The show is over, right?

“I’ll get the first aid kit. I will dress your wound.” He mumbles, walking to get the kit but my voice stops him.

“Don’t bother. I’ll treat it myself.” I fire.

“You are my wife so…”

“Your wife?!” I bark at him. “Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” We glare at each other like two furious lions ready to tear each other into pieces. I don’t what’s there in what I said that is stroking his demons, though.

His wife my foot!