Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 31

Like me, Dad was also fond of minimalist designs. Dad and I had the same style of office. I copied his idea and he didn't complain. There was a small bookshelf on the wall, a wooden table that was made shiny with varnish. Above it was Dad's documents that were in a small stand. His laptop is small. He had his executive chair, and at the center in front of the table is the two visitor's chairs.

I sat on it and waited for my Dad. A few minutes had passed before he went inside. His aura was still the same. He walked directly to his chair and looked closely at me. An eye for an eye. Like a superior to his comrades. A predator to his prey.

"Explain, Olive. I'm waiting." His voice was so cold that it sent shivers down my spine.

I blinked and sighed heavily. I lowered my head as my eyes fell into my lap. I don't know where to start. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I can't find the right words to utter. I know that if I tell everything, I will hurt Dad. It is inevitable but I have to. I need to. For me and for everyone.

"I am u-unhappy, Dad. I've been a wreck for ten years since I got m-married." My voice cracked. My heart started contracting in pain as my throat dried up. I raised my gaze and met with his eyes. "Atlas does not love me, Dad. I-I'm sorry."

I formed my hand into a fist and tried myself not to cry in front of my father. I wanted him to see me as a strong woman. That I can handle the things that are happening to me. That even if I'm a wreck, I can still stand for myself. I don't want him to see the weak side of me. But, I guess I'm just like that. I couldn't stand his stare when I looked down. Surrendering.

My tears bursted, and I let it stream down my face. I guess it's not that greedy if I let Dad see the real me. The other side of me that I've been hiding for years. I am weak, wreck and broken. My chest was hurting and all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes hurt and my heart bleeds. It was the only thing that strengthened me. It's where I hope for the pain to subside. L

"I saw him. I saw him this morning, princess. I saw him in your house with another woman. L I wanted to surprise you. But-Fuck!"

My silent cry became a wail as my Dad punched the table. I closed my eyes and prayed hard to stop the tears from falling but I just couldn't. It won't stop. What my Dad told me added to my grief. Atlas hurt me again. He's still not content with hurting me alone that he had to bring Dad into this.

How could he stomach bringing Trina inside my own house? Atlas stripped all of me. From the day I started loving him, I've lost everything. My love for myself, dignity, and even my self-respect vanished when I let him have mistresses. When I agreed to it even if I'm the wife, even if I had the rights. Atlas was so unfair.

"I hate him for hurting you, Hija. Why did you do it to yourself?" I felt my Dad's hands holding me tight. He pulled me up and hugged me tightly. It was so tight that it seemed to tell me that no one should hurt me. "I will destroy him, Hija. I would never forgive the person who hurt my daughter," he whispered softly.

My Dad kissed the top of my head. He released me from the hug and looked at my face. My tears kept on falling but I can still see his concern stare at me. He wiped my tears, slowly and carefully. As Dad did that, my sight gradually became clearer and clearer. I can see tears coming from his eyes. I couldn't help but cry another batch of tears.

"I-I'm so-sorry, Daddy." I whined. My heart was crumbling as I saw tears and sadness in his eyes. I am a failure. I failed my Dad's expectation towards me.