Get Me Married

Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Invitation to the right wing

I sighed heavily when I realized that it was useless trying to think about something that went wrong earlier that day. I had everything well thought out and planned. I knew that the moment I found him, then Samantha would be exposed and I would stop living with a criminal. But that wasn’t the case, he had been shot and killed because the fool had attempted to kill me and every thing was ruined. I was so tired of being angry and just decided to do something else with my time. There was no hiding from Sam, she would do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it. I knew I was supposed to remain in fear of her till she finally leaves but I didn’t want to live in that way anymore. I have been scared from the day I entered that house, I have been broken and bartered and wounded and kidnapped. I have lived in fear but as much as I could I didn’t want to anymore. I just wanted to live my miserable life in a better way rather than to think of Jordan and his mistress.

I got up from the chair I had sat down and walked over to my bathroom. I took a hot and long bath before I came out with a towel wrapped around my chest. I applied lotion and oil to my hair then I looked for something to wear. The past few days, I had lived in misery and fear and wanted to look nice for a change. I saw a gown, a white gown that had flora designs. I had never seen that gown before but then again, I bought a lot of clothes and have not even worn half of them. The gown had a long sleeve and a turtle neck. I liked it because it covered a lot of the bruises in my arms and neck and stopped right above my knees. I packed my hair into a ponytail and applied some lip gloss, then I applied mascara on my lashes and loved that I didn’t look as pale and dead as I looked before. I stood erect and stared at myself in the mirror. I lost weight, though the gown was stretchy and fitting, I could tell. I sighed heavily and wore a flat before I turned to the door.

The moment I came out of my room, I bumped into Anna who smiled widely at me.

“Ma’am…you look beautiful…” She said and I smiled warmly at her.

“Well, thank you” I replied and perceived the aroma of something sweet. It made my stomach rumble loudly and I thought of eating

“And I’m famished,” I said and turned to the direction she came from.

“We prepared something you would like. It’s a homemade dish, your mom had sent us a recipe for something she said you always loved” she said with excitement and started walking in front of me, I paused in my tracks. I stared at Anna, unsure she was even saying the truth. My mom couldn’t have sent it to them without telling me.

“Come, you will see,” she said sensing my doubt, then she started hopping like a kid and I followed behind her. I got to the top of the stairs and saw Samantha coming from the opposite direction, She had a smile on her face and the mere sight of her alone made me get so mad but I was focused on the food I was about to eat. I haven’t been feeding well for days and wouldn’t mind stuffing myself with enough. But when I saw her stop at the top of the step, I knew she was waiting for me and I wouldn’t be allowed to go eat my food in peace.

“You must be joyful” she started the moment I was close enough

“But then again, I am still here and that must be biting you like a leach,” she said and I suddenly

thought of pushing her down the stairs and ending it once and for all but that was an evil thought, taking someone’s life was her thing and not mine. I pushed the thought away from my mind and got to where she stood. I was angry she was still at my house, I was angry that justice had not been served but I had come to accept that things happen and she had escaped this time around but at the same time, I was so sure she wouldn’t escape it all for long. I decided it would be a waste of time to speak to her, she wasn’t worth my time and it would be better I had my sit fast, it was supposed to help my injured foot. I walked past her and started towards the stairs when she grabbed my arm and pulled me. I stopped walking and turned to her, she was glaring at me, hard.

“What do you think of yourself huh? Do you think you are special, someone important? Let me tell you now that you are a fucking lowlife and nothing more” she snapped and pushed her nail into the fabric of my cloth. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“And yet you feel so scared and intimidated,” I said calmly.

“Don’t fool yourself and let go of me” I ordered but she was bent on giving me an injury and didn’t let go

“Let go…” I yelled and pulled my arm away from her grip forcefully. My legs slipped from the step I was matching and my heart skipped, then I missed a step and my legs lost their hold on the ground.

“Ma’am…” Anna called out grabbing me by my arm and preventing me from falling. I stared at her while my heart was pounding inside my chest and couldn’t have been more grateful that she was right there.

“Thank you,” I said to her and stood up erect before I turned to Sam. I glared at her angrily yet I did nothing. I felt it was a waste of my time and turned to continue down the stairs when I saw Jordan standing close to the dining. He looked different, disheveled and exhausted. It was the first time I had seen him lose his coolness and calm that he always carried around. But I ignored him, it wasn’t my place to be concerned about him and I didn’t want to even care about what happens to him or not.

I walked past him with Anna closely beside me like she was scared I would trip and fall. Then I sat down at the edge of the dining table where I always sit, far away from where he always sat, and waited in anticipation for the food Anna had told me about. Margaret and some maids came in, bringing with them the food and some plates before I perceived the aroma of one of my favorites dishes. Margaret dished out the food and I found myself getting excited and anticipated fully for what it could be. Chicken chickpea and curry and shrimp fry were exactly what I needed at that moment. It was one of the dishes my mom had a recipe for and always made it whenever she wanted to make up for something. Margaret had it dished out the exact dish and I was served. I immediately dived into it and immediately shut my eyes as I moaned in the sweet sweet taste of my mother’s familiar cooking.

“Your mother sent the recipe to us long ago. She said you always like it, especially when you have been through some stress” Margaret said and I opened my eyes. I stared down at the food and realized that Anna had been right when she said that it was my mother’s cooking. It tasted like hers. I could taste the ingredients she had always used. My eyes burned with tears when I thought of how much I missed them and her cooking,

“Thanks,” I said with my voice coming out hoarse and broken. I wiped down the little tears that

came out of my eyes and sniffed, then I noticed that Jordan was sitting opposite me in his usual seat and was staring at me. I ignored him and turned back to the food I was eating and enjoyed every bit of it. I would moan whenever I tasted something I liked.

“How is it? I know it wasn’ı made by your mom but..”

“Are you kidding…” I swallowed what I had in my mouth and interrupted Margaret.

“I can taste everything. It’s like my mom’s. And I know because I memorized the ingredients she used for these two dishes. Coconut milk, tomatoes, ginger, okra, jalapeno, chickpeas..and for the shrimp stir, sweet corn, grape, tomatoes and….” I stopped blabbing away when I noticed Jordan staring at me. He had been doing that since I started eating and it was uncomfortable. I cleared my throat and turned to Margaret.

“This is my third dish, I am stuffed but I’m still eating, I only do this when my mom or dad cooks. That’s to tell you, this is good”

She smiled at me and I turned back to what I was doing, I took my time eating.

When I was done, I relaxed into my chair and turned to the stairs. It looked so far away, I was beginning to think of how I would climb back because I felt so heavy. I groaned and cursed inwardly and turned back to the dining. Jordan was done eating but he was still seated there and was still

staring at me. It was still uncomfortable, and I found myself getting up from where I sat and turning to the stairs. Again I saw Samantha coming towards me, but this time she didn’t stop in front of me or do anything stupid. She walked past me to Jordan and I focused on getting myself to my room.

“Jordan, …”

“Don’t fucking touch me, Sam…” I heard Sam and Jordan and couldn’t help but to roll my eyes at the couple’s fight they were having.

I went back to my room and fell on my bed with a heavy thud. I overfed and it was beginning to hurt my stomach. Then my mind traveled to my mother and I quickly picked up my phone and dialed her number.

“Genesis…” Her voice came into the phone and the back of my eyes immediately burned with tears.

“Mom”

“How are you, my dear? It’s been such a long time?”

“Who is that? Is that blue eyes” I could hear my sister yelling.

“Yes, it’s your sister. Now shhh..”

“How are you all doing?”

“Perfect” my sister screamed.

“Everything is wonderful. I am happy and I have not fallen sick ever since. The only problem is

that you are not here” she added and I sighed.

“I miss you a lot, I’m sorry I’m not there with you. I will come visiting soon”

“How soon?” She asked.

“Soon, just trust me,” I said knowing I could not give a fixed date. I could not go visiting when I still looked so terrible.

“Genesis, how is Jordan?” My mom asked.

“He is fine”

“And how has he been treating you? We rarely talk, I don’t know what’s going on”

“He is fine mom and he has been the best husband I could ever ask for” I lied. Tears came running down my eyes immediately at the way I lied. For something I had never cared about, I felt hurt lying to them and wished he was really what I was saying he was. It got me really hurt that I was hiding my pain from them and covering for Jordan.

“Are you sure? You see, I’m worried because you never got to meet him before marriage and….”

“I’m fine more, I’m perfectly fine. Everything has been going great”

“I was also worried about the same thing. I never even got to meet the man I was supposed to get married to before marriage but he had proven to be different. He takes care of me…. I paused and used my hands to close my mouth when a loud sob was about to escape. I dropped the phone and suppressed my tears and crying before I picked it up.

“Genesis…”

“I’m here mom,” I said feigning the voice of a happy person.

“What happened?”

“Sorry, I had to give out something to a maid” I lied again.

“It’s a relief that Jordan is such a good man. I have been really worried”

“You don’t have to be, I’m in safe hands” I replied.

“You sent the recipe for chicken chickpea and you never bothered to let me know” I changed the topic immediately.

“Yes, I did. It was a while ago”

“Wait, you had chicken chickpea” my sister entered again.

“Mom hasn’t cooked that since you left, mom…..” She whined and I chuckled.

“I will do that soon, can you let me talk to your sister already?” It went quiet for a while before I heard the heavy sigh of my mother.

“She is something else” she muttered.

“Well, we will be seeing you soon right?” She asked.

“Yes, you will be seeing me soon”. We spoke for a while again, where she talked about her new job, her dinner dates with my father, my father’s new job, and every other thing that has been happening to them. Hearing her speak made me happy and satisfied, it gave me hope that at least the sacrifice I was making wasn’t for nothing. When we ended the call, I felt so sad, it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. And tears swelled in my eyes again. Most were as a result of how much I miss them and the others were as a result of the lies I told and how lonely I felt in such a big house. My husband wasn’t a great man neither was he caring or loving towards me. My life was a hell hole and wasn’t perfect at all but what could I do. This was what I signed up for, being a trophy wife, a perfect wife for her husband’s family to look good in public where as, deep within I had nothing and I had no one.

I wiped my tears and rolled over on my bed only to see Jordan right in front of my door, staring at me with the same emotionless gaze.

“What are you doing here again?” I asked and wiped my tears. He said nothing and walked deeper into the room.

“And how long have you been standing there, do you know how rude it is to eavesdrop on people’s like that?”.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude” he replied and my eyes widened at him. He apologized, Jordan Chase apologized to me.

“Now what do you want from your trophy wife now?” I asked and he went quiet. He stared at me for a while and said absolutely nothing.

“You can leave if you have nothing to say” I added when the silence stretched and he sighed heavily.

“I don’t know how safe it is in this house. And just to be sure you will be fine, I was hoping you would come over to the right-wing, where you will be closer to me” he answered.

I stared at Jordan for a long time, trying to decipher the kind of man he was, since he was making me so confused but couldn’t tell a thing by just looking at him. The right wing was the exact part of the house he had vividly asked me to stay away from. He had hurt me each time he saw me anywhere close to his and Samantha’s part of the house and now he was asking me to come over.

“I’m perfectly fine here. I have been alright without your generosity and pretentious care” I replied dryly, refusing to believe that he truly cared.

“It’s not safe yet. I just want to make sure you are”

“Stop acting like you care about me Jordan and just let me live the rest of my life in this house in peace” I snapped hating the way he was getting me confused. He stopped talking and stared at me again before he turned to the door.

“I am not acting like I care Genesis. I really care about you” he added and with that walked out of the door.