Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Elena’s POV
“First things first, we know, I mean you and I both know that a man stores his treasures in his phone.” I said with a small wink.
I watched Charlotte’s face change into one of confusion just as I had planned. I had not expected her to process any of what I said so easily.
“What do you mean treasure?” She arched a brow towards my direction.
A big smile spread across my face as I cleared my throat to eagerly explain to her.
“When I mean treasures, to other men it could be money, things they most find important, well in the case of your husband, it is most likely women, other women that are not his wife.” I said.
Charlotte’s confusion was covered with irritation as she slowly nodded her head in agreement.
“You want me to steal my husband’s phone?” She questioned.
I shrugged in response. “Well yes, for starters I mean. I can help you find out who your husband texts all day if I can just have my hands on his phone.” I said.
Charlotte nodded her head. “Okay, not a problem then.” She said confidently.
Deep down, I felt excitement surge through me. Charlotte was easy to manipulate, she thought she knew it all but little did she understand that she was still very naive and vulnerable. I made a mental note to teach her the biggest lesson of her life, one that should never forget.
“When you have the phone, you can contact me.” I pointed.
Charlotte nodded her head at me. She left the restaurant before I did suggesting that she had to be somewhere else, not like I cared to know.
It suddenly clicked to me that I had left Damien’s mother at home this moming. I remembered her ranting about how much of a bad wife I was. Lwalked towards the counter and bought her the exact same food she had requested this morning. Although at first, I did not want to because I felt like she did not deserve it. She had done nothing but be mean to me regardless of the fact that I had done nothing to her.
Luckily for her, I was in so much of a good mood that I could not care less about the things she had done to me in the past, gazed in excitement at my new phone as i boarded a cab back home. I was so glad that I finally owned a phone and I prayed that Damien would not snatch it away from me out of
anger.
The drive back home was fast. I got off the cab and tipped the driver. I waved him goodbye and watched his car disappear before turning around to step towards the direction of the front door. I noticed that none of Damien’s cars were missing in the parking lot which only meant that Damien was home
early.
I sort of felt anxious over the fact that Damien was home but since everything had went well, there was no need to feel afraid. I pushed the front door open and 1 saw Damien sitting on the couch, his legs crossed.
“Hi.” I muttered as I slowly made my way to the kitchen.
“Stop right where you are.” Damien’s deep voice suddenly startled me.
I halted in my steps and turned around to gaze at him with a raised brow. His face was expressionless and blank. Damien rose to his text an approached me, as he drew closer to me, the deeper his frown.
“How could leave the house without making sure there was food at home for my mother?” Damien snapped at me
I scoffed in disbelief, was he seriously kidding me right now? Was that why he had a long kes: Because his mother has “This is not some kind of joke to you asked you a question. Why would you leave the house without making true that s ve
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to eat?” Damien scolded me and I was slowly losing it.
Seriously? He had the guts to ask me that? Had he even bothered to ask his mother for once why she treated me that way?
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“That is because your mother is not a child Damien. If she wanted food then she could have easily gotten herself food.” I said emphasizing my words.
Damien was taken aback by my words, he took a few steps backward and raised a brow at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? What is your duty as my wife if you can not be available for my mother?” Damien yelled at me angrily.
I shook my head in disappointment, I paused to clench my fist tight and grit my teeth in anger.
“Damien, you of all people know how your mother is to me. She treats me like a plague, if I had cooked for, I can bet a gazillion dollars that she would spit it on my face and reject my food. Want to hear the funniest part of it all? I offered to order her food, I offered but she bluntly refused. I know her plans was to make me miss my appointment but do you even care about that at all? No, you do not!” I yelled back at him
Damien was shocked by my sudden outburst and so was I. All I knew was that It felt extremely unfair,I felt cheated. How could he blame me all of a sudden when he had not even bothered to hear my own side of the story?
Damien let out a heavy sigh, he turned around and slowly began to make his way up the stairs. I was with Damien.
honestly sick and tired of these endless arguments
I dropped the food on the kitchen counter and sluggishly walked back to the living room. I threw myself carelessly on the couch. I rested briefly on the couch before checking my email on the laptop.
I saw a text from Charlotte and I slowly opened it in curiosity.
“I got the phone, what next?”
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