Page 47 of My Ruthless Husband

“But you didn’t eat.”

I sit up at that. “That’s because you kissed me!”

“I recall you kissing me back.” He leans closer. “Quite passionately, might I add.”

“T-that’s b-beside the point!” I take a deep breath to calm myself, remembering that arguing with him would only complicate things for me. “I won’t skip my meals again.”

“Rest. We’ll talk about your phone situation later.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re weak.”

I frown. “I can surely manage to talk to my friend for a minute or two.”

“No.”

“I’m not a child to be grounded. This is ridiculous. You’re not my dad to deny me access to my phone.”

“I’m your husband.”

“And that gives you the right to control me and my life?”

“You put your health on the line—first by drinking too much with thatfriend,then by skipping breakfast. You were dehydrated. Seems like you do need me to control you.”

“We both know why I fainted. So why should I bear the consequences of your actions?”

“Nobody faints because of multiple orgasms.” He cuts me off when I try to speak, “I discussed it with the doctor. It can cause dehydration but the main reason behind your syncope was alcohol consumption the night before and empty stomach.”

“Fine. But now I am feeling better. I need to talk to my friend.”

He stands then. But doesn’t leave. “You seem awfully attached with this friend of yours.”

I tense. “What are you getting at?”

“You were out for over an hour. So I used the time to think.”

A sinking feeling settles in my stomach. I don’t like where this is going. “Think about what?”

“I was wondering if she’s worth rebelling for.”

She is. But I don’t say it. “The only reason I’m “rebelling” is you, Damian.”

His eyes narrow. “Because you saw something in my office you weren’t supposed to.”

I stare back at him with a mixture of anger and hurt. “Did you think you could keep this hidden forever?”

“You don’t even know the whole truth,” he says dismissively without an ounce of guilt.

“I know enough.”

“We’ll talk about this later. You should get some sleep.”

“Ihavebeen sleeping all this time.” I refer to the entirety of our relationship. How foolish I was. So eager to be his. That’s why this is happening to me. Believing his every word, thinking he could do no wrong. The real blame falls on me. I chose this. I went after him willingly. And now I’m paying the price.

“If you don’t want to sleep, I’ll have Edith bring you something to eat upstairs.”

“Enough is enough!” I cry out. “You’ve evaded this conversation for far too long.”

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