Sofia Andrew
After a long day, I decided to rest my body by taking a long shower, eating delicious food, and resting. But the world just won't give me a break, and someone rang the doorbell.
I opened it and immediately frowned. Are you serious?
“I am not particularly fond of seeing you either, but what can we do?” Angel said as he noticed the look on my face and went straight inside like it was his house.
“You may come in,” I said sarcastically and closed the door.
I followed him, and he stopped in the middle of my living area with his hands on his hips, I knew my bad day wasn't over yet.
If you didn't want to see me, why are you here? I asked in my head and made a face.
“We need to talk. How are you feeling today?” He asked in a surprisingly calm manner.
I looked at him, and I still can't get used to him expressing his worry.
“I'm alright,” I replied, and I went back to the kitchen to finish what I was doing.
“That looks delicious. I didn't know you could cook.”
“There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Angel. You don't know what I like, my dreams, my favorite color or food, and many more. So how can you know something as simple as this?” I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
“There are a lot of things you like. You have so many dreams, like fashion design. Your favorite color is blue and turquoise. Your favorite food is Chinese. You can't sleep without reading a book or a chapter.”
I admit that I was shocked and taken aback before I composed myself.
“Okay. What do you want? Wait, I think I know. Because your mother, sister, and unknown girlfriend complained to you that I was bad to them.”
“Stop the sarcasm,” he said, and I sat down in front of the counter where I was cooking.
“Yes, they told me what happened,” he admitted, and I gave him a side glance.
I'm sure I was the villain in their story again, and he's here to probably scream at me and fight me again.
“They are the ones who started it, and they should be thankful that I was being nice. So if you're here to take their side, you may leave. And if you're not here for that, you may leave as well.”
I prepared a plate and arranged my sandwich according to my liking. I also added all of the condiments I had, and I could feel Ange's distaste, but I ignored him and finished my strawberry juice.
“I don't think that's healthy,” he commented, and I just shrugged as I turned to him.
“My dinner, my choice. You never cared what I ate before when I was your wife.” I pointed out and rolled my eyes before leaving him there to eat in the dining room.
“You're still my wife,” he corrected, and I threw him a questioning look. &8220;The lawyer has yet to send me the revised version, so technically, you're still my wife.”
“Well then, if that's the case, then I am the poor wife being cheated on by her husband and his ex.”
“Where did that come from?”
“Well, I just came to know that your family and your beloved girlfriend are going behind your back and practically shouting that you left me for her.”
“That can't be true. I told them not to do that.”
“Tell them that and not to me.”
I took a bite of my sandwich and hummed as I chewed, and Angel let out an annoyed sound.
“That isn't food. You could have ordered something.”
“I could have, but I didn't. Yesterday, I was in the hospital, and I don't want to go back there for overeating.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, and I couldn't read him at all. Just what is he thinking?
“Will you tell me why you're really here?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“You know why I'm here, Sofia. We need to talk.”
“About what? You already know what happened with your family. So, what are we talking about? The fact that you're here to mediate or to tell me off because of what I said? Or maybe to remind me of my mistakes so I can fix them?”
“I am not here to do any of those things, Sofia. I am here to understand.”
“Understand what? Because I think we've already come to an agreement that I'm a bad wife who deserves the treatment I received from your family. Or maybe you think I'm crazy for daring to stand up to them?”
“No, Sofia, it's not like that. I just want to know why you did what you did.”
“I didn't do anything. Your family did. They started it, and I finished it. You know your mother is a master of playing people. She knows how to make people do whatever she wants, and she's been doing this since before I met you. Maybe you should start talking to her about all these problems. Can we agree on that?”
“That's not going to happen, Sofia. You need to apologize to my family. They forgive you, but I won't, because you made me look like a fool.”
“I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do. And as for making you look like a fool, that's not my problem. If you wanted to be a fool, then that's your decision. There are many things you don't know about me, and I wish you wouldn't make assumptions.”
“Assumptions? You're the one who's always full of assumptions, Sofia. You think you're so smart, but you have no idea what's going on or what people think. And now, you're telling me to talk to my family? Why? So they can make me believe what they want me to believe? No, Sofia, I won't do that. I won't be manipulated. I won't be controlled. I won't be a pawn in their game. If they want to play, I'll play. But you won't see it. You won't know what's going on because you're not part of it. And you never will be.”
“You're still so stuck on your revenge against them. But I'm telling you, there's a way to end this, and it's not by hurting each other. I think maybe you can try understanding that your family isn't perfect either, and they've been misleading you all along. They're not as selfless as you thought they were. They have their own agendas, just like everyone else. And you're caught in their web without even realizing it. Maybe you should start questioning them, not me. I'm just a tired and worn-out woman who's been through hell, and all I want is to have some peace. But I know I won't get that from your family, or from you, for that matter. You still don't understand me, and you never will.”
