I Don’t Love Her

Samuel's POV

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I leaned back in my office chair and took a long drag off my cigarette and blew out a large puff of smoke.

I could still feel some of the sun creep in through the blinds and lie on my skin, even though I had them closed.

I glanced at the closed door to my office, specifically the bottom where some light leaked in. I looked at the shadows that occasionally passed by.

Sometimes the shadows would stop in front of the door and wouldn't leave for a while. This irritated me. If they wanted to come in then come in already!

Or were they talking to another coworker? *huff* I would like to see who'd have the audacity to do so! Who in the world is so lazy, I should fire them!

...*Sigh* Listen to me, I'm getting pissed for basically no reason other than hypotheticals.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and clenched my eyes shut while my cigarette continued to burn.

If anyone could see me now they'd probably think my wife was terminally ill. *Agh* If only that was the case, I would have been much happier in life.

*AH* No, no I shouldn't say that. Scarlett doesn't deserve that.

But the reality is I'm going on a 'beautiful, relaxing, ' cruise with my 'gorgeous, loving, and kind wife'. I can't help but roll my eyes just thinking about it.

My 'wife' is Scarlett King. She's beautiful, smart, rich, and a loving 'wife'. Every guy's perfect woman right? What do I have to complain about?

I don't really, it's just, it's just that, I don't love her.

Then why would you marry her? Then just divorce her. End it before it gets even harder.

That's what my friends said when I confessed this to them.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't marry her primarily for her money, or just because she's hot, or because I got her pregnant and had to take responsibility.

The thing is, I love her sister, Aurora King.

So, why did I marry her sister?

Well, that's kind of complicated. When I first met Aurora it sounds like an unbelievable fairy tale. I was seven and so was she.

I was visiting the kings with my mother and I had gotten bored very quickly. I was a child so adult conversations had no appeal and the King's other children were nowhere to be found.

So I wandered off in search of something interesting. I ended outside standing in a vast garden filled with a green hue of life and lively chirping of birds.

I was amazed at the gorgeous surroundings and I could only stand there and admire it all.

Until I heard something, I didn't know what it was, but I found myself drawn to it. So followed it into a more secluded part of the garden.

Along with the sound accompanied the sound of running water and as I got closer I realized that the sound was, in fact, a song. A beautiful song.

Suddenly I found myself at a large fountain and angel sitting on it. With her long blond hair with a vast amount of curls, droopy ocean colored eyes that reflected the water in the fountain, adorably flushed cheeks that contrasted with her pale skin, and an equally adorable red button lips.

She had on a plain sleeveless white dress that she had rolled so she could dip her legs into the fountain.

I walked closer and she seemed to notice me and looked up at me. I gasped and held my breath, what if I scared her off?

But unexpectedly she flashed the most breathtaking smile I had ever seen.

"Angel, " I absentmindedly said out loud. The girl looked stunned for a second and chuckled, " *haha* I'm not an angel silly. But I hope that doesn't stop you from coming to sit with me." She patted a bare part of the fountain inviting me to sit.

I was hesitant but my body moved on its own and I sat down right next to her. I took off my shoes and socks and put my feet in right next to hers.

I was so nervous that I pointed my face right at the rippling water, which reflected my beet red expression.

That was, until, she gently put her hand on mine and gently scooted closer to me. " Don't be afraid I won't bite. My name is Aurora, what's yours?"

She gently asked me. "Samuel, " I instantly replied.

We then spent hours talking until our parents came after searching for us for hours.

And from that day on, I vowed to love her unconditionally and someday marry her.

Obviously, that didn't work out and it's all because of Scarlett! If she hadn't shown up then.

*Ugh* No, no it's not Scarlett's fault and I promised Aurora I wouldn't blame her. But I can't help feeling angry towards her. No, it wasn't anger, it was more of hatred and fury.

I gritted my teeth and clenched the cigarette in my hands before dropping it into an ashtray.

I shouldn't think about anymore, put it completely outside of my mind. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I leaned farther back into my chair and covered my face with my right arm.

I sighed through my nose and relaxed my muscles but just as I felt my body start to relax and calm down.

A buzz came from my intercom.

{Mr. Samuel, I saw in your calendar that you had your cruise scheduled for a specific time. So I wanted to let you know since I assumed you'd want to be early.

Or shall reschedule it for later if you're busy.}

My secretary's voice made me clench my fists. Should I even bother? Scarlett is always late for everything so what'd be the point of arriving early.

{Mr. Samuel?}

My secretary sounded worried at my silence.

This snapped me back to reality, I knew in my heart, that I knew I had to, to keep up this perfect husband charade.

So I quickly pressed the button and responded, " No that's not necessary, thank you for reminding me. And could you place a pickup order at the nearest florist? Red roses and pink peonies to be exact."

{Yes sir!}

I could feel the secretary's excitement from the other end. Honestly, I don't get why other people like to get so involved in other people's relationships like it's some kind of novel.

I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood up. I opened one of my desk drawers and grabbed a bottle of cologne and sprayed the contents all over me.

I brushed my self off and straightened myself out. I put the cologne back into the drawer and closed it.

I then walked out of the office and headed down to my car.