Chapter 15

Tatiana Kamerie Is it wrong if I want to try this relationship? I mean.. this husband-wife thing? After Deandre left to meet his friend, I sat on the balcony all day looking at the view thinking about my marriage. I kept looking at the ring and never stopped thinking about why I get married in the first place. I do believe that everything happens for a reason but now I don't know why I'm here. Maybe the reason is still on the way. Walking around Santorini with guards and then chilling in a small cafe with a beautiful view made me think a lot. I don't like Deandre and I still have small feelings left for Eric.. I mean come on. I dated him for a long time and almost got married. I can't just forget him like nothing happened because I still remember all our beautiful memories and things like that but at the end of the day.. I'm married to someone else. I don't believe in divorce because my parents were happily married until my mom died because of a heart attack, she has a weak heart. She and my dad kept the love strong until my mom died and I love that. But now I'm married to Deandre.. I should think about trying. We're married and literally I'm stuck with him for the rest of my life. I might don't like Deandre now but who knows, I might like him later on in the future. When I was going to sleep, I kept tossing everywhere. I can't sleep suddenly. I got up and sat on the balcony looking at the moon. It's 11 and Deandre is still not coming home. Where is he? Don't tell me he's dead somewhere. Instead of going to sleep, I decided to wait for him. He came home around 1 in the morning and he just went straight to the bathroom after that. I tried to talk and again he always answered it coldly. He can't sleep and he went downstairs. Actually, I'm a little bit worried because he kept getting this nightmares again and again. He went down to the 1st floor and I decided to go down too since I can't sleep. "Don't drink coffee.. drink a cup of tea. It will help you go to sleep." I said when I saw him making a coffee. "Shut up and just go to sleep." He hissed coldly. "I'm worried about you." "You're wasting your time." He said as he stirred his spoon around. Instead of arguing, I decided to sit down on the sofa. He turned on the TV and sat on the other side of the sofa. I hugged my knees and turned to Deandre. His attention was all to the TV while sipping his coffee. I got up and decided to walk to the kitchen to find something. I opened the fridge and found a tub of vanilla ice cream and bread. I smiled. "Can I eat the ice cream?" I asked Deandre and he nodded lightly. I took out the ice cream and the bread. I took 2 plates and put one bread on each plate. I put 2 and a half scoop of ice cream on it. I spread it all over the bread and brought it to the living room. I gave one to Deandre and he looked at it weirdly. "Try it." I smiled and he took it. I sat beside him and he looked at the plate weirdly again. "Trust me the taste is better than it looks." I said and he put his cup of coffee down and started to take a bite of the ice cream bread. "Is it okay?" I asked and he just nodded. I ate mine and started to watch TV with him. It's an animal wildlife channel. "You okay? I know that I'm supposed not to ask that but you know.." "I'm not." He answered and that was the first time that he answered the question that I was forbidden to ask but I think it's enough for me to know that he's not okay. I won't dig in too much. After finishing eating my ice cream bread, I put down the plate on the table in front of us. I turned to Deandre and I found him looking at the wedding ring. "Do you regret it?" I asked. "Do you?" He asked me back. We just got married 3 days ago and now we're asking each other if we regret it or not? "I think something happens for a reason.. I don't like this idea of marriage or the fact that you dragged me into this. We don't even love each other too.. I don't know if I regret it or not." "What if I tell you that your husband is a mafia?" He asked and I was speechless. "You are? How come my dad doesn't know that?" I asked in a disbelief tone. "I thought you're only joking.. Lucas sa-" "Me and Lucas are a mafia, we kill people to live our lives." He said and my jaw clearly dropped to the floor. "You kill people? How many?" "A lot.. why? Do you have someone in mind? Just say the name and I'll bring her or his dead body in front of you." He said and then he got up. "Oh my gosh." I mumbled.. I need to ask Crystal about this when we go back to New York. "Just be my wife in front of people, you're free once there's no people around." He said and then he left me alone in the living room with the TV on. Oh my gosh.. My husband is a mafia.