Chapter 6

• It was night at the Ford's Mansion and Bruce had arrived some minutes ago, while Lyra hid in the guest room, afraid he might still scold her for the incident that had happened in the morning.
• She suddenly heard a knock at the door and she flinched lightly. " Wh.. who's there? " She stuttered.
• " Sire Bruce wants you to retire back to the room " A maid replied and her heartbeat accelerated irregularly.
• " Um. Okay " She forced out a reply. Why would Bruce want her back in their room? He obviously doesn't care about her, right? Is he planning on hitting her? Or locking her in the room?
• She was baffled and scared at the same time. Should she call Brian? But it's late, he can't just come over, right? What about her mom? Should she inform her?
• She was oblivious of what to do. She ruffled her hair in frustration, she grabbed her phone and walked out of the room slowly. She got to their room and pushed the door opened slowly.
• Bruce was sitting ok the bed, operating on his laptop. He wasn't bothered about her presence as he only continued with whatever he was doing without sparing her a glance.
• Lyra walked over to her side of the bed and laid like she always did, with her body coiled and occupying only a small region of space.
• Her phone beeped loudly and she bit her lips, hoping Bruce wasn't bothered. She decided to ignore it but it beeped again for the second time.
• She shut her eyes tightly, hoping Bryan would stop sending messages but he didn't, seemed he was getting worried when he got no reply from Lyra.
• The phone beeped again and it got on Bruce's nerves. " Are you gonna shut that phone or I break it into pieces, shutting it down completely!? " He shouted angrily.
• Lyra bit her lips really hard, embarrassed. " I'm sorry " She muttered and sat on properly on the bed.
• As thought, it was Bryan.
• * What'd you want for your birthday? *
• * Should I get you a car? *
• * Why aren't you replying again? *
• * Is everything okay? *
• * Are you asleep already? *
• She read the numerous messages sent by Bryan.
• * I'm fine.. *
• * Goodnight Bryan.. will chat you up tomorrow *
• * Bruce's here.. *
• Lyra sent and almost immediately, switched off her phone. She dropped it closely to her as she laid properly on the bed and then shut her eyes.
• ** Next Morning **
• Lyra was suprised to see Bruce still next to her. " Is he not going to work? " She thought. " Should I wake him up? "
• She decided against it and only got up from the bed. She would go take her bath in the guest room. She got to the guest room and wad a bit suprised to see the door locked. They never lock the door! What's wrong?
• She saw a maid passing by and she called her. The maid rushed over to her immediately. " Yes ma'am " She bowed lightly. " Why's the door locked? " She asked.
• " Sire ordered it to be locked till his parents are around " She replied, Lyra raised her brows. " Mr and Mrs Ford? They're coming over? " She asked and the maid nodded.
• " Oh, okay, thanks " She appreciated and the maid bowed with a little smile before walking away.
• Lyra let out a sad smile. Her husband prefers to open up to maids than he would to her. She isn't even aware of her in laws visit but the maids are. She should have gotten used to this right? But strangely it still hurts.
• She sniffed in tears she didn't realize were about dropping. She wiped her face slightly before returning to their room, by the time she got there.. Bruce was sitted already on the bed, he had just woke up, despite him just waking up, his handsome face was still dashing as the sun rays shone directly on his handsome face.
• He only glanced at her before resuming what he was doing. He got up from the bed and made to walk past Lyra but she stood in his front, blocking his way. Bruce was a bit suprised.. she had never done that.
• " Excuse me, woman!? "
• Lyra let out a scoff. " Lyra! The name's Lyra.. it's so funny to hear that you don't even know my name, or do you? " She asked hysterically and boldly.
• Seriously, she didn't know where she got the boldness from.
• " Out of my way woman! I won't repeat this! " Bruce threatened with a cold face.
• " You really hate me that much, don't you? You don't even consider me your wife. How could you not inform me that your parents would be coming over, why!? I'm your wife for fvck's sake!! " Lyra yelled angrily and in tears.
• Bruce only let out a scoff. " You should know you're not regarded as my wife, so why sweat over it? Just get out of my way before I hit you! " Bruce threatened.
• " Bruce.. " Lyra called heartbrokenly.
• " Am I that ugly that you don't want me as your wife? Am I not attractive enough that you can't love me!? Am I!!? " She yelled dejectedly.
• " Just stop this nonsense! " Bruce pushed her out of the way roughly and she fell to the floor, hurting her knees in the process but he didn't care and only walked out of the room like nothing had happened.
• Lyra didn't bother to move from the position she was as she cried bitterly, her hand on her chest as it ached her so bad.
• She really wish she could get rid of the feelings she have left for this heartless husband of hers. She really wish, but until then, she's only going to keep getting hurt.
• Her husband doesn't love her and he's never going to! She should understand that perfectly.
• ** Few Hours Later **
• Bruce's parents had arrived earlier and they were all seated at the dinning room having dinner with the exception of Lyra. She had remained in her room ever since the incident.
• " Is your wife not home?" Mrs Ford was forced to ask. It's been some hours since they got there but she hadn't seen Lyra, she was worried.
• " Um yeah... she's fine. She was still sleeping some minutes ago when I went to check on her " Bruce lied and Mrs Ford nodded.
• " Oh, there she is " Mrs Ford said looking up and Bruce did the same, his gaze landed on Lyra's bandaged knee and he bit his lips, thinking of what he would say if his parents asked.
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