Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 7

I slapped him. I looked him straight in the eyes. For the first time in our ten years of marriage, I slapped him for degrading me. I don't know. It seems like my hand had its own mind. Maybe my heart was the only thing left numb and my body was tired of not feeling anything. My heart was still a martyr, but not my mind. Not anymore.

"I've had enough for today, Atlas. I'm drained from all the shit in our life. Please, let me rest. I'm tired of everything!" I said before heading to my Dad's room.

Even if it was hard, I forced myself to calm down from shaking in so much anger. My knees were wobbling because of what I just did. I was usually calm and quiet. Even if I'm hurt, I can't fight for myself. But, things changed. I learned that once you have enough, you'll explode like a volcano without even realizing it.

"Good thing you're already here, Hija. Atlas was here. I saw him somewhere and I invited him to join us but he declined. He said he had an important meeting. I guess it's more important than us." Daddy laughed. I just got seated and that's what greeted me. I smiled at him, too. A fake one. I can feel that he's disappointed towards Atlas.

I held his hand. "Sorry, Daddy. Maybe next time. Atlas is too busy."

I forced myself to keep a cheerful tone to make my dad's weariness go away. I tried to open topics that were worthy to talk about. Daddy also asked me about the Dubai magazine that chose me as a representative for a big event about empowering women.

My Dad was very proud of me. I could feel it. The thing is, I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I had been in different countries to represent women empowerment but me as a woman was way farther than the image I portray. It saddens me to even think about it, but that's the truth.

I came with Daddy back to our house. I decided to stay with Dad for a while. I don't have anyone back in my house. Whenever I'm sad and Dad's free, he's the only one I can lean on. The only person that would understand and spoil me just like before.

"You know, Hija. I really want to have a grandchild. When are you and Atlas planning to have one?"

Dad caught my attention. I turned to his side and removed my eyes from the car's window pane. He seemed excited. I smiled and tried to push the things that bothered me away. I leaned to my father's shoulder and clung to him like a baby.

"I don't know, Dad. There's a right time for everything. We are waiting for the right time," I said. "How about you? When are you planning to get married again?" I said jokingly.

Daddy tapped my left shoulder. I laughed, and that made him laugh too. "Never anymore. I love your mother so much. When love hits you so hard, my daughter, it's hard to get up. You can never change your heart," he said softly. I felt him kissing the top of my head.