The Woman From Hell

I stood up and replied in a resentful tone, "Theo Grant, i f you have any problems with me, please tell me directly and stop insinuating. You're familiar with my social circle. There are only a few people who I'm in contact with. What can I lie to you about? And what secrets could I hide from you?

"You’ve been keeping a lot of secrets!" He sneered and replied sharply, "For example, the man who hugged you in the airport!"

I was stunned. Then, I lowered my eyes and said in a tone of disbelief, "You've been following me?"

I did not run into anyone I knew at the airport yesterday, but he knew everything I did. It went without saying how he knew about that. There was a wave of anger rising in my chest. "Theo, what is this? Don't I have any freedom left?"

"You’re my wife. Why can’t I track your whereabouts? I s there anything wrong with that?" His eyes were gloomy and cold to the extent that they were terrifying.

"Of course not. You're invading my privacy. Even if we’re husband and wife, I have the right to keep my privacy. You can just ask me directly if you want to know anything. Why do you have to do this?"

I was furious, and I could not stand the stink of alcohol on him. I frowned and took a few steps back.

"Would you have told me if I asked?" He reached out and grabbed me. His lower jaw tightened, and his pupils dilated. The way he looked at me was particularly cold.

"Yes. I didn't tell you because I thought there was no need to. But if you wanted to know, you could’ve just asked me directly. I would've told you." My face was still sullen and I sounded stiff.

He stood up and pulled me into his arms. He stared at me with gleaming eyes, saying, "I hope you can give m e an explanation about last night."

Speaking of last night, it reminded me of him following me. I did not like the feeling of being suspected and questioned. I was angry, and I started t o blather.

"It was just like what you said, President Grant.

Yesterday, I cheated on you and went on a date with another man. I went to the airport to pick him up and we had a meal together. We even checked into a hotel together. We had fun the whole night and I just came back."

"Wanda Lane!" He held me tight in his arms. I was wrapped by him, and the smell of alcohol was too strong. I felt uncomfortable.

"Didn't you have someone follow me because you're suspicious of me? If that’s the case, my explanation is reasonable. Is there anything else you're dissatisfied with, President Grant? I've already told you what I should be telling you. Please let go of me now. I'd love t o leave. The smell of alcohol on you is too strong, I'm feeling uncomfortable."

"Tell me the truth!" He raised his voice. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Wasn't that what you wanted to hear, President Grant?” Getting someone to follow me meant he did not trust me. Since he had sowed a seed of doubt in his mind, then I would just let it grow!

"Is it true?" He flew into a rage. He had lost his mind. H e carried me up and put me down on the bed.

I lay on the bed quietly.

He turned over and stood up from the bed to keep a distance away from me. Fortunately, his rationality soon took over his anger.

It took him a while to speak, and when he did, his voice was deep. "Didn't you say that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives happily? Why do you keep making me angry?”

"You offended me first," I replied in a relaxed tone.

He shot me a glance and spoke helplessly, "It wasn’t m y intention to follow you and pry into your personal life. It's just that you're pregnant and you were going out, which made me worry about you. As your husband, I have the obligation and responsibility to protect you."

I fell silent.

I finally spoke after a while, "He's a close friend of mine from when I was in university. He went overseas after he graduated. We've been out of touch for many years. He came to Salt City to handle some affairs this time. I went to pick him up and we had dinner together. He got drunk later in the night, so Cecilia and I kept him company."

What I said was the truth. I had only concealed the purpose of Jerome coming to Salt City. The crux of my illness was Theo, but it was also my problem. I did not want him to know about it as it would only bring him troubles.