Chapter 2

"Don't tell me how to talk to my wife!" Ethan barked at him.

Saying that Mr. Cadridge looked shocked would be an understatement. He just froze in his place. It's all my fault; I should've corrected him before.

Maybe you didn't want to correct him?

No, that couldn't be the reason, could it? Well, At this point, I'm not sure. 

Ethan turned to me and growled, "Speak up!"

Mr. Cadridge looked furious as he saw him raising his voice at me. He was about to speak something, but I cut him off, "He came here to order a wedding cake, that's all."

"Cancel it!" Ethan gritted out. Making the two of us startled. Why is he so angry? It's just a cake, nothing that I didn't do before.

"You can't order her like that; it's up to her to decide whether to do it or not." Mr. Cadridge countered, barely containing his anger.

Ethan turned to him. "Stay away from my personal matters. She's my wife. I'll do whatever I want with her. Now just get out of here." he gnarled.

I could feel the anger radiating from Mr. Cadridge. His hand balled into fists, ready to beat the shit out of him at any second.

After taking the last glance of me, Mr. Cadridge stormed out of the bakeshop. As he left, I turned to Ethan. Only to find him glaring at me. Well, it's not new for me.

I began, "Why are you so angry? it was just a cake-"

"Mind your goddamn business!" he yelled before adding, "If I said no then it's clearly NO."

I hate how he can control my life and I can't even protest. Not being able to make a cake for Mr. Cadridge will be a disappointment. For some odd reason, I wanted to see him again. I've never seen someone that handsome before. I know it's not good to feel like this after having a husband, more like a so-called-husband. Anyway, I've to convince him for the cake, and I know a perfect way.

I sighed and said, "That'll be a loss."

He threw me a confused look in return. So I explained further, "They offered a great amount." while handing him the notes. His eyes widened a bit as it fell on the amount. No matter how rich he'll become, his greedy personality will never change. That's one of the things I've learned about him in the last three years.

"Are you sure it's just for a shitty cake?" he asked, with slight surprise in his voice. I wanted to argue about him calling my cake shitty, but I knew what'll be the consequences then.

I nodded in response and he started to think something deeply. "I guess a cake won't hurt," he said in low voice, almost faint; but I heard it. It took me great strength to hold my smile back.

"By the way, we'll have some guests coming to our home at 8 for dinner. So be ready," he stated nonchalantly.

Am I hearing right? he wants me to meet the guests but he never liked it before; so what could've changed his mind?

"Sure, Which cuisine will they like?" I asked with a small smile.

He stopped in his tracks and replied before leaving, "It doesn't matter, whatever you'll make is going to taste like shit anyway."

It should've hurt me more but I guess I'm used to it now. He always insults me; anywhere, anytime. Unfortunately, I can't complain to anyone, not even to my parents. They already have so much on their plate. After all, I chose this as the destiny of my will.

You didn't have any option.

True, but it's pointless to think about it now. What matters is that my family is living a happy life and I couldn't ask for more.

As he left, I took my notes from the table and went to the counter to call Mr. Cadridge. I didn't want Ethan to be angrier about giving him my personal number so I decided to call him from the bakery's telephone.

He didn't pick up at first. So I tried again and he picked up after three rings.

"Mr. Cadridge?" I asked.

"Yes, and I'm guessing you're miss- I mean Mrs. Anderson, right?" he sounded like he didn't expect a call from me.

"Y-Yeah, I just wanted to apologize for my... husband's behavior and tell you that I'm still down for your cake's offer," I said nervously.

"Great!" he said happily before asking, "but what about Mr. Anderson? he didn't like the idea of it."

"Don't worry, I've convinced him," I assured him.

I could hear two people arguing in the background from the other side of the phone.

I asked, "I know it's not my place to ask but is everything alright? I mean I heard some noise-"

"Uh... Yeah, everything's just fine, thanks," he said, not sounding convincing.

"Oh-kay-" I cleared my throat before continuing, "-Actually, I wanted to apologize for... not correcting you before, I'm really sorry."

"It's alright."

"Have a nice day," I said before hanging up.

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I decided to come home early today to prepare dinner. We had maids for that but I wanted to make it on my own this time, so that Ethan won't regret calling me his wife in front of his guests.

The only dish that I thought would be perfect for dinner was Soy-lemon flank steak with arugula. That was also one of my favorite dishes.

When I was done with the dinner, I went to my room to change.

It was a long golden-green dress which I paired with emerald stilettos. I wanted to wear it for a long time but never got the chance. Putting my hair in a nice bun, I walked out of the door and went downstairs. The door opened and I saw three middle-aged men standing with Ethan. All of the three scrutinized me from head to toe, making me uncomfortable. The smirk playing on the brown-haired guy's lips didn't go unnoticed by me.

Yet, somehow I managed to greet them with a courteous smile. After returning my smile, they entered the hall. Ethan sat with them on the sofa and began to chat about maybe business. I went to the kitchen and asked the maids to prepare the table for dinner.

When it was ready I went to the hall. "Everything's ready," I signaled to Ethan. He nodded and asked the guests to dine with us.

I served them by myself and then stood behind Ethan. They looked satisfied with the dish. "Your wife's blessed with the beauty and the talent both, Ethan. You should be grateful to god." one with the jet-black hair man commented, chuckling to himself.

Ethan gave him a tight-lipped smile and said, "Oh, I know, right. But instead of god, I should be thankful to my dad. He was the one who decided to marry her with me."

I don't want to even remember that day.

After having dessert, they stood up. "Thanks for having us for dinner, Ethan. It was lovely. And about the contract we discussed before, I'm up for it." one with the brown hair said with a grin. Ethan happily shook his hand and nodded.

Ethan and I walked them to the door. Once they were gone, Ethan turned to me. "After all these years, you'll finally be some use to me," he stated maliciously.

Giving him a confused look, I asked, "What do you mean?"

He smirked at me. "That means that you'll no longer run that cheap bakery. You'll start modeling from tomorrow onwards."

Are you kidding me?

"No way!" I yelled before adding, "I don't want to be a model, that bakery means everything to me-"

"Shut the **** up! I'm your husband and you HAVE to obey me or else you know what'll happen. They're offering more than you could earn in a whole year." He barked at me.

I could feel tears brimming in my eyes. "Is that all you care about?" I said but he just turned his gaze away from me, angrily.

Wiping away my tears I quaked, "Can I make my last cake for Mr. Cadridge? who offer-"

"Fine, but after that, I'll sell your bakery. Am I clear?" he said coldly.

I looked away so that he couldn't see my tears. But then suddenly I felt my jaw being grabbed and getting twisted to him forcefully. Looking at my tears, he smiled sadistically and pushed me to the ground. After he left, I cried, cried and cried. Pathetic was the only word to describe me right now.

What did I even do to deserve this?

*****

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