April's POV:
Damian woke up with a scowl, his face twisted in a mixture of annoyance and discontent. He seemed to be suffering from a severe case of morning grumpiness, as if he'd been denied dinner the previous night. True to my words, he shed his gentlemanly demeanor, revealing his true, rough-around-the-edges self.
"Hand me the credit card," he growled, his voice like a rusty gate. "I want to invest in stocks. I saw it online, and it's legit this time." His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Damian's requests often left me feeling uneasy, but I didn't want to rock the boat. "But..." I started, my voice barely above a whisper.
Damian cut me off sharply, his words slicing through my hesitation. "Do not be so selfish," he snapped. "It's for our future. You wouldn't want our babies to suffer, would you?" His eyes bore into mine, daring me to disagree.
I relented, I knew he was lying but If being with him cost me my smartness,I'll willing to sacrifice my own wisdom and smartness for him and stay foolish. I handed over the credit card, feeling a pang of unease as he snatched it roughly from my palm.
Damian stormed out of the house, leaving me to wonder what I'd just gotten myself into. I returned to my chores, feeling a familiar pang of hurt and frustration.
Later that night, Damian returned, reeking of whiskey, tobacco, and women's perfume. Lipstick stains adorned his collar, and his breath was laced with the scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne. I pretended not to notice, but the pain inside was palpable.
My untreated gastritis, which Damian had refused to help me treat, was slowly developing into stomach cancer. The pain was excruciating, making me feel like I was dying. I yearned for Damian to comfort me, to promise everything would be fine, but he didn't even glance my way.
As he passed in front of the door, I thought he was going to sympathize with me. I looked up at him with a glimmer of hope in my eyes. I thought he was going to ask me how I was feeling, to show some concern for my well-being. But instead, he just walked in, his eyes flashing with anger.
"You're so careless," he spat, tossing his jacket and shoes at me. "Why did you wash the hoodie with the machine? I thought I told you to hand wash it!" His voice was like a whip, cutting through the air.
I felt a surge of anger, but I bit back my retort. What was the point of arguing? Damian would only twist my words, making me feel guilty for something I hadn't even done.
Damian's POV:
I woke up to April's ugly, acne-scarred face. I looked down from her neck, and the surface beneath was flat, a stark contrast to Amanda's curves. I felt an overwhelming urge to strangle April, but I still needed her.
I recalled Amanda's party invitation and my lack of funds. I devised a plan to extract money from April, using our future as leverage. I breathed a sigh of relief as I went back to sleep.
The next morning,My scheme worked, I made my face so sour,she could not refuse anything I asked and It worked, I obtained the credit card.
At the party, I spotted Amanda with Solomon, a notorious womanizer. I felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. Amanda's greeting was dismissive, and she didn't even remember my name.
"What's his name again?" she asked, her voice dripping with indifference. "Was it Demius, Daniel... umm... D...?" She trailed off, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone more interesting.
I was taken aback by her lack of recall. Didn't she remember me? Hadn't I made an impression on her? I felt a sting of humiliation, my ego bruised.
"I'm sure it starts with a 'D'," she continued, her voice devoid of conviction. "Anyway, I wanted to appreciate you for yesterday. My mom told me that you usually give her gifts and money, so I asked her to invite you on my behalf."
Her words were like a slap in the face. She didn't even remember my name, and yet she was thanking me for something I'd done for her mother? I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
"Please enjoy the party," she said, her smile plastic. "Take this card for VIP services." She handed me a card, her fingers brushing against mine.
I took the card, feeling a surge of resentment. Who did she think she was? Did she think I was some kind of charity case? I was seething with anger, my humiliation simmering just below the surface.
The party ended in disaster, with my credit card declined and my wristwatch taken as collateral. I returned home, seething with anger.
Damian's POV:
I returned home, seething with anger. April's red face annoyed me further. It felt like this was nemesis because anything I did to this witch,Amanda did to me, she was smitten by me and I was smitten by Amanda , I played with her heart and Amanda played with mine,At the thought of this ,I was so furious,I accused her of embarrassing me, my words spilling out in a torrent of anger.
"You're so careless," I spat, tossing my jacket and shoes at her. "Why did you wash the hoodie with the machine? I thought I told you to hand wash it! And to make matters worse, you didn't even iron it properly."I wanted to just blame everything on her even when I knew I spent the money for our essential bill and we didn't have electricity or water at home, so she had to go iron it at Mrs Lucy's place
April looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered.
But I wasn't having it. It even annoyed me further,I took a step closer to her, my voice rising. "You're always so clumsy, so thoughtless. Can't you just do one thing right for once?"I walked towards her and hit her right across the face.
April's face crumpled, and she looked like she was about to cry. But then, suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
I stared at her, shocked. What was wrong with this thing now??.