Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Honesty Neil’s words rang inside my head for the next few hours. Of course, there was no chance that I would let Aren know that I wasn’t mad at him anymore because my inner rage was still present and boiling in my veins each time I felt that I recalled his words. Yet, the situation between me and Aren was clearly exhausting both of us, and I didn’t want Aren to fire more people or trouble poor Neil…

Since my message-recovery mission brought no results this time, I ended up focusing all my thoughts on Aren anyway. Neil advised me that it would be best if I reached out to him. He was also certain that Aren would agree to any conditions. I wasn’t too sure about it, but I figured that maybe it was worth a shot. From the moment I met Aren, I literally moved into his world and played by his rules; it was time to change that. After writing and rewriting the message five times, I finally sent Aren an invitation, one without pleading and extra formalities. “Eat dinner with me. I suggest tacos at Casa Romina at 8 PM.” It was the best that I could come up with. In comparison to the fancy places that Aren took me, this one seemed like it was from another planet. It was quite cheap, always crowded and loud, and no one cared if you were wearing a suit or sweatpants. Romina, the owner, was a plump lady in her sixties who always wore colorful dresses and danced around the customers’ tables. She always made everyone welcome, although she could sometimes be nosy and irritating. Nonetheless, I used to love to come to that place, and if Aren wanted to make things right between us, he would have to step into my world for once. One minute later, I got Aren’s response. “I will inform Marcus to wait for us at 7:30.”

I smirked and texted back. “No. We will take the subway. Be at 7:30 in the entrance hall.”

Answering this message took him longer than before. I started to wonder if I didn’t go overboard with my cockiness, but then I thought that he was supposed to make an effort, not me. I waited for another minute.

“I’ll be there. 7:30. Don’t be late, sunshine.” My lips curved into a beaming smile. I missed him calling me Sunshine. Perhaps it was childish, but once he wrote it, I could feel that he was willing to make things right. A little after seven o’clock I was already shifting in my seat, inwardly giggling at the thought of the date with my husband. I corrected my makeup and walked downstairs precisely on time. He was already waiting for me, restlessly looking at his watch and attracting the attention of every female specimen in the building. I walked slowly across the hall, enjoying him being nervous while one of the women standing at the side of the hall decided to hit on my husband. I stopped and raised my eyebrows, figuring that I would love to watch this scene.

Aren had just received a message and was too busy checking his phone to either notice me or the busty blond who walked toward him on 4.5-inch heels.

“Um, excuse me!” she sang squeakily, pushing her boobs up to Aren’s line of sight. “I’m new here. Would you like to take me out and show me some restaurants?”

as he took a deep breath.

said harshly before turning

to try again. “I always get lost in new places. I would rather you show me around. I’ll make it worth your

handsome,” I said, slowly heading his way across the hall. He ignored the blond, striding energetically toward me and then pulling me into his arms. “I missed you today, wife.” All the anger I had accumulated throughout the day dissolved in the air. The annoying butterflies in my stomach flew around with “We forgive you!” signs stuck to their little wings. Nonetheless, I had to at least pretend that his words didn’t melt me completely. I cleared my throat

fingers, keeping me close as if he was afraid to lose me in the crowd. He was even more protective as we got on the subway, shielding me all the

least crowded spot in the restaurant. Surprisingly, Aren didn’t complain or look uncomfortable. After the waitress took our order, we sat for a while in silence, staring at each other. I figured that I

life is one big mess, and I am still trying

“You cannot protect me against the things you won’t tell

well. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you to tell me about this Lanfen, but you seemed so agitated the other day that it got me scared. You were looking for this Lanfen when you got out of the

you?”

again. Yesterday, I received an anonymous email with a picture… The shot