Valerie’s POVText property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Ryan is holding grudges against me because of what I did to himst night.


    That is how it seems to me because all through the ride to his parent’s mansion, he was quiet and back to that rude guy I know him to be.


    Well, I thought he was beginning to change but now I am damn sure he has several personality disorders.


    Why the hell will he act like he is cool with me this minute and then the next minute, he is aloof?


    He kissed mest night. I controlled myself from pping him. I have always hated the idea of kissing another man who isn’t Fred but Ryan kissed mest night unexpectedly.


    I don’t know why I didn’t stop him or p him after I managed to push him away but I think it is because we are legally married and he can kiss me.


    I just don’t like the idea personally. Besides, it was just an act as he said. A practice I mean.


    This way, if he tries to do something simr in front of his parents, I won’t be caught unawares and I won’t do something rash either forgetting the real reason why we are in this situation.


    “Ryan”, his mother calls him atst. I have been doing all I can to make them interact like Mother and son since we arrived. I guess he got that aloofness from his Mother. She is hell-bent on making him suffer for what he did.


    He stops eating immediately and looks up expectantly, anticipating something more. “Finish up, I want us to talk about something.”


    Finally!


    He shakes his head and drags his seat backward to get up. He picks up the serviette from the table to wipe his mouth too before standing straight. “I’m done eating.”


    I have never seen Ryan behave this way. He is acting like how a normal person would do when they are in the presence of their Master.


    Mrs. Lorenzo gazes up, dropping her fork too, her actions slower than usual and a worried expression on her face.


    I feel like there is something on her mind but she doesn’t want to share it with anyone so no one will worry about her.


    She decided to stop the treatments and she has to bear the consequences of her decision.


    I wish she can let it all out. All the pain. I wish it could be shared. But she has it all stocked in. She doesn’t want anyone to share in her pain. She doesn’t want her son to go through any pain of watching her writhe away.


    She nods and rises slowly too and I watch him help her out of the dining room.


    Now, I am left with Anita and Mr. Lorenzo. I don’t know much about Mr. Lorenzo but he has been extremely quiet since we began to eat.


    Anita and I were talking to lighten up the atmosphere.


    Thest time we were here, the atmosphere wasn’t as tense and sad as this and I fear that his Mother’s time is almost here.


    Every one of them is just hiding the pain. Anita reminds me of the younger version of me too. She doesn’t show how she feels, she is lively and full of life despite what is about to happen.


    Suddenly losing my appetite, I push the te away and my phone rings almost immediately.


    It is Dad.


    Excusing myself from my sister-inw and my father-inw, I get up and leave the dining area, taking the door outside to find a quiet ce to receive my dad’s call.


    He has never called since I got married. Mother didn’t call either, but they sent me a message the day after my wedding.


    Before it goes to voicemail, I pick it up. “Dad?”


    “Valerie Adams, long time no see”, my Mother’s shrill voice booms into my ears.


    I shut my eyes and rub my forehead with my index finger. “Mom?”


    “Mom? Now you know I am your mom?”


    “What do you mean by that?” I ask in confusion.


    “What is the essence of having you married to that boy if he won’t help us, then? Is this the way you want to get back at us? So you nned this all along, you went ahead with the marriage so you could get back at us by not allowing him to perform his duties?”


    I still can’tprehend what she is talking about. My confusion intensifies and I drop my finger off my forehead.


    I twirl back, the evening air pping me across my face, as I walk towards the swimming arena. “What the hell are you talking about, mom?”


    “You want to lie that this isn’t what you nned?” She continues to use me and I decide to cut her off.


    “Where is dad?”


    She does not respond.


    “Please give the phone to dad”, I plead with her calmly. I don’t seem to get this straight.


    She is not just using me. She is also using Ryan of not sticking to his end of the bargain. This marriage is solely based on that; helping my father’spany stand back on its feet while I be his legal wife.


    I am his wife now. We have been married for a few weeks now so I don’t understand what is going on and why he hasn’t done his own part.


    “Give dad the damn phone, mom”, I shout, my uprising anger erupting like a volcano. “Give the damn phone to him.”


    “He isn’t here.”


    “What the hell are you talking about then? What do you mean by all of that shit?”


    “You didn’t n this?”


    “No. I have no idea what you are talking about, mom!”


    She sighs deeply and silence ensues, making me feel restless.


    “Ryan isn’t helping your father. I don’t know what is happening, I thought you were behind this. We should have insisted that the help shoulde first before the wedding.”


    Now I am more than sure that Mrs. Lorenzo isn’t my mom’s friend. If she is her friend, why can’t she talk to her about it? Why does it have to be me all the time?


    Mom feels more pain about the bankruptcy than my father. She is putting more effort into it than my father is doing.


    Father must be somewhere, hoping Ryan will do something soon but Mother is the one taking the action of calling to use me.


    Who the hell does Ryan think he is? What is the essence of this marriage if he isn’t going to help as he promised? What sort of selfish man is he? Is he crazy to think he can y this shitty game with me?


    My father needs hispany back immediately. Not for my sake or my mother’s sake but for his own sanity.


    “Are you home?” I ask her immediately, walking away from the swimming pool so I can find Ryan wherever he has gone with his Mother.


    “Yes.”


    “What about Dad?”


    “Yes.”


    I stop walking. “I thought you just said he wasn’t there?”


    “Well, yes. I am making this call from the bathroom while your father is in the bedroom. You know I can’t let him know that I am calling….”


    “It’s fine”, I interrupt her. This is how desperate my mother is. “I’ming home.”


    “Really? Are youing with Ryan?”


    “No, mom!” I almost scream in frustration. “I’ming alone.”


    “Alright, but can you please give out one of the designer bags your mother-inw got for you on your wedding day? I love that bag.”


    “No, mom!” I groan and hang up.


    She just reminded me of the bag. I never brought it out since Ryan and I got married. I haven’t used it either. Mother must have seen it when the woman gave it to me that night.


    It was my wedding gift. From my mother-inw and she expects me to give it out to her because she is my mother?


    I should be the materialistic one, not her. I am not going home because of her, I am going home because of my father.


    I need to assure him that everything will be fine and hear the whole details from him. I don’t trust Mother one bit. She might actually be doing this just to get more financial help from Ryan and sometimes, it makes me feel strange.


    If we had been poor right from the start, I would have understood mother better but we were wealthy. We used to be wealthy. Things changed because of the default in thepany’s financial status yet Mother is already selling us out.


    As for that brainless, selfish, egoistic man I call my husband, he is going to hear from me tonight.