Chapter 47
“Babe, I’m not feeling great right now. I need to go home.”
“Oh, babe, I’ve already received a call from the human resources department… I called the company doctor for you. Please make yourself comfortable on the couch. He will be here at any time.”
“Dante!” she screamed angrily at the top of her voice. In order to meet her eyes, I pulled my gaze forward. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What did I do, babe?” ensuring that my gaze remained fixed on my MacBook. She made a stomping motion with
her feet.
“Never mind,” she said.
“Are you feeling better now, babe?”
Tes
“Good, head back to your office.”
“I’ll tell the doctor you are feeling better. Would you like some water?” She scoffed and left.
-Candice’s POV~
My brain is fried, and I have no idea what to do next. I’m out of options at this point in time. Dante shattered my life, which is how I ended up here. I am a girlfriend who is nothing less than a housemaid. Dante made it clear that he didn’t want me, but I forced myself into this house on the pretense that I had no place to go and I owed some people money, so I couldn’t rent a place. He doesn’t even show the slightest bit of interest in me.
Lola has been gone for over 2 years now, but Dante won’t give me a chance; instead, he fucks hookers while I am here, staying with him and waiting for him every month. I made dinner, arranged the table, and awaited his return. Well, he might come back or he might not come back. We rarely dine together. Oh well, I forgot to mention that he doesn’t even touch my food. I lied to him just to be closer to him, in hopes that he would stop talking about Lola and look at me, but I failed; he loves Lola. Ever since I moved into this house for the second time, he has only touched me
once. That was two weeks after Lola vanished. I chuckled at the thought as he avoided looking at my face entirely. He fucked me from behind–not to forget that he called me Lola.
I initially believed it was his customary insanity, but now I know better. Dante is head over heels in love with Lola. He cannot stand me; he cannot eat my food; and we are unable to live together as boyfriend and girlfriend. He informed me that I had blown my opportunity to be Mrs. Monroe and that I should forget about it. We rarely have a conversation without him insinuating that everything is in my head. How is it possible that it is all in my imagination when he appears to despise everything about me? Initially, I assumed it was because of Jiang, but it turns out that Dante couldn’t give a damn about me. I expressed my regrets to him and asked.
I wanted to move in with him so that we could take our relationship to the next level. He accepted, of course, with the pretense of being stranded. He didn’t know I wanted us to fix our relationship. I remember telling him I wanted us to fix our broken relationship. He agreed, but he didn’t have time for anything. Since I arrived here, I’ve been
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cooking, and he’s only touched my food once. He doesn’t eat at home. My head is spinning with frustration at why he can’t get the damn ring off his finger. Dante used to propose to me a lot, but right now we don’t even talk. He is too preoccupied to listen to me if I initiate a conversation. I’m not sure how we got here. I’m not allowed to enter his room. I asked him to use the room that Lola had been occupying before she left because it had a lot of space. He gave me a big fat “NO” and then locked that room.
I placed a bottle of wine on the table. I’ve been wife material, even going so far as to request that the cook no longer prepare dinner, but all of my efforts have been futile. When he strolled in, I was almost finished with the table setting.
“Welcome, babe.” He didn’t respond in any way. Rather than that, he simply looked me in the eye with disgust. He had a really chilly expression on his face. His frigid expression landed on the bowl of rice that I was putting on the table at the time.
“Are you expecting visitors?” He asked, his face still cold.
“No, this is for you and me. I would appreciate it if you could join me for dinner.” He slanted his brow at me as if I’d said something bizarre–or, more precisely, something I’m not allowed to say.
“Since when did you and I start sharing dinner?” I wanted to shout; I am his fucking girlfriend, at least I hoped, and he is always fantasizing about someone who isn’t here, and I have to beg to have dinner with him. I gulped down everything and gathered my wits about me.
“Please.” I pleaded. He took a long, hard look at me from head to toe before eventually opening his mouth.
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