Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 8

Atlas stopped a few inches away from my back. I can feel the warmth of his body, even his hot breath that was exhaled on my head. I'm not really that short. Trina was just exaggerating things. Even if Atlas' height was five and eleven inches, I can still feel his breathing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't inform you. I spent my whole week with Dad. We didn't see each other for quite a long time, that's why," I uttered when I finally found my voice. I tried to calm myself. There was no reason for me to explain anything to him. He said it himself that we shouldn't stick our nose into each other's business.

"Is that how a wife acts? Really, Olive?!"

I instantly turned my back to face Atlas. My forehead was contorted into a frown as I scanned his face and body. He looked stressed. Aside from the dark circles under his eyes, he also had stubble around his chin.

"Do you have a problem with me, Atlas? This isn't the first time that I spent a week with my father. Why does it seem like it's my fault, again?"

"You should've told me! So that I wouldn't look like a crazy fool waiting for you!" He held my arm. It was painful but I ignored it. All I cared about was the glint of frustration in Atlas' eyes. He's angry.

I blinked twice. Then blinked once more. I'm a psychiatrist. I could read minds and emotions. It was rare to see Atlas having this reaction towards me. I don't know if I should be happy or worried.

"You're hurting me," I whispered under my breath.

I felt his grip loosened. He was staring intently at me, not even bothered by our current position. He was looking down on me while I was staring up at him.

"You always make fun of everything, Olive. You just want to manipulate everything!"

"I-I'm–" I lost my words. My mind seemed shut. My mouth couldn't even utter anything. I was just staring at his eyes. His eyes always bring me to another dimension. When I looked at Atlas' eyes, an unfamiliar emotion was there. An emotion that even I couldn't name.

"I'm tired, Atlas. I don't know where this argument is going. If you don't mind, can you please let go of me?" Finally, I found my voice. Atlas seemed appalled but released me, after. I heard his sighs and curses.

I smiled bitterly and turned my back on him. I continued my pace to my room. I carefully opened the door and languidly walked inside. I put my bag on my bedside table and lazily sat down on the bed. I sighed, together with the question that never once got rid of my mind.

When will I stop hoping for the feeling that seemed impossible to get? When will I feel like I was just a normal wife?

I spent my whole day inside my room, scanning and reading papers of my patients. I would only stand up whenever I drink water from my mini fridge inside my room and when I'm getting tense with sitting for a long time. I know that Atlas didn't leave.the house because I never heard his car. Today was his schedule with Trina, so it was quite odd. Even so, I just shrugged it off and ignored it.

I looked at my phone when it rang. I immediately picked it up when I saw the name of the caller. It was the president of the home owners.