Married By Mistake novel Chapter 2

VERONICA LUNA GARCIA-REYES

It was almost dawn and Dylan was still not coming home. The house we live in is not that big but we meet often. He leaves home early and goes home in the morning. He makes me feel like I’m not the one he wants to go home to in this house.

I heard our door slam even though I was inside my room. I stood up on my bed and opened the door slightly. My body stiffened when he wasn’t the only one to come.

A woman was hugging his waist and he was wearing almost a child's dress because of its shortness. This is his way of torturing me.

"You're the only one living here?" The woman's beauty.

"Nope. I have a maid here." Dylan responded and kissed the woman on her cheek.

"Maybe she'll hear us when ..."

Dylan kissed her neck. "I don't care. She doesn't matter."

My chest tightened in pain at what Dylan had said. It wasn't my fault that Camille chose to leave him. Why can't they believe me?

I left my room because I could hear the woman's moan from there. I went to the kitchen and spent time there.

Camille, you're so damn selfish. I thought Dad was the only person who wouldn’t accept me, but here you are, and you added another one.

When I returned to the living room, I saw Dylan and a slender woman downstairs. He holds the woman's waist.

"Dylan, next time again huh?" The woman said softly.

Dylan smiled. "Of course."

I was just like air to them. It didn’t look at me until he had delivered the woman out of the house. I heard the woman's car leave.

"Ahm, Dylan..."

He looked at me coldly. "What do you want?"

"C-Could you stop bringing all your bitches in this house?" I'm afraid to say that but I have to. I'm just a human being, I also have the right to be angry. "For as—"

He grabbed my arm. His fingers were dipping so I winced. "My bitches? The only bitch in this house is you, Luna."

The corner of my eye heats up. "I'm not a bitch."

"Yeah, you're right. You're a pest that needs to vanish." He said, mercilessly. "Thank you and I still need you. When I get my inheritance, I will treat you worse than garbage."

Garbage?

"It's not my fault for losing her. I didn't poison Camille's mind. I didn't do anything."

"Who are you kidding? Who would believe you? You know, Luna, don't play clean because you've been dirty for a long time."

I couldn’t stop slapping him. Sometimes you also have to fight. Immediately his cheek turned red. I screamed when he pushed me hard. I sat down on the floor.

"How dare you, a piece of trash, slap me?" He knelt. I moaned in pain as he touched my jaw. "You don't deserve this angelic face. You don't deserve anything in this world. So, Luna, go to hell!"

He violently let me go. I shivered at the extreme pain I was feeling. I could not stand; the strength I had fled my leg.

"Two days from now is the birthday of one of our board of directors." He says coldly. "The two of us were just invited but I'm the only one going. I'll just say you're sick. I don't want them to see you. You're embarrassing."

"But my da—"

He smirked. "Are you still hoping your father will ask anything about you?"

I went up to my bedroom with tears in my eyes. I faintly sat up in my bed and stared at the letter Camille had left me.

Luna,

I'm sorry I did this horrible thing to you. I know you love Dylan. I can feel it. I want you to be happy. I know someday he will love you too.

I'm not coming back anymore.

I'm sorry.

Camille