10

Diana's point of view

The entire situation came close to blowing my mind. For the first time in my life, I felt completely incompetent! Seriously.

First and foremost, I shouldn't have dated that man in the first place! Alex gave off the impression of being a jittery individual. After all, I was a teenager compared to him. Apparently, he had become disinterested and decided to try something new, and the new toy turned out to be me.

I only had feelings for my husband Adam, and I've had them since the beginning of our relationship. As a result, he was irreplaceable.

No one will ever be able to take his place in my heart. Despite the fact that I had strong feelings for him, he didn't appear to be pleased with me.

Even though he married me three days ago, he has completely ignored me and behaved unlovingly towards me ever since.

Before our marriage, we used to spend almost every waking hour together! How did he end up in this situation? What had occurred in our relationship that had caused this shift?

When I opened my eyes, Alex and Adam were standing in front of me. I blinked, my face flushed with surprise, then stood up, recalling what Adam had said and how harsh his words had been.

"Why did you marry me?" I asked Adam as I looked him in the eyes. I have a distinct impression that we are strangers now, even though we were once best friends."

Although Adam appeared to be on edge and tense, I could tell he had good reason to be so. He just wasn't sure whether or not to tell me.

Whatever his motivations were, it was a mistake! Marriage is not something to be taken lightly.

Even though Alex coughed in an attempt to get my attention, I didn't even blink. I kept my gaze fixed on Adam and focused my attention on every word that came out of my mouth: "adam! Adam! Tell me the truth, please! You might lose me forever if you don't."

In the end, however, Adam simply stated, "We are married. I'm not sure why I uttered those words. "

I was going to believe him until I looked at my cell phone and realized I was wrong. My phone was buzzing with messages from a number I didn't recognize. Curiosity got the better of me, and so I peered inside to see what it was. And I was taken aback by the sight of the blond girl with Adam. As I scrolled down the photos, I noticed that they were kissing vociferously on the lips. There were a large number of these photographs. However, there was no sign of the blonde girl's face.

I intentionally smashed my phone on the marble floor, and it shattered into pieces. All of the guests stared at us in disbelief as we walked in.

"What exactly is going on?" Adam inquired.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, deciding to give him and myself one last chance. I decided to put my dignity aside this time and try to save my marriage and friendship with Adam, despite our differences.

I gathered myself and drew a tenuous smile, but one that was full of confidence and bravery, and linked my arms around Adam, saying, "nothing. Is it possible for us to return home?"

Adam exhaled a sigh of relief, "really? So you aren't upset with me?"

"Never," I said, shaking my head. " Couples who truly love each other should be able to forgive each other, no matter what has happened in the past."

The fact that I completely ignored Alex, I'm guessing, irritated him.

Alex screamed, "He's playing with your heart and with you! Don't you have any respect for yourself? I don't understand how you could be so easily duped."

I shifted my gaze away from my shoulders and said to Alex, "Thank you, Alex. Perhaps, one day, when you fall in love, you will discover the reason for this."

Upon turning my gaze away, I noticed Adam staring at me with a wide smile on his face, almost as if he had never seen me before. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I thought softly as I laughed.

Adam shrugged his shoulders and said, in a warm whisper, "nothing. I just didn't realize how much you cared for me until now."

I kissed him on the lips with soft, sweet, and quick kisses. Then I said, "Please take me to our house. Going to the hotel isn't something I'm looking forward to doing."

He smiled and nodded. For the first time in his life, he opened the door for me. He was driving the car when he suddenly came to a halt and said, "I want to tell you something."

I didn't say anything. Or ask. It's possible that I was afraid of hearing the truth.

I didn't want him to divorce me, and he knew it.

When he coughed, I looked at him and said, "yes."

"Nothing," he said, then gave a firm shake of his head.

After that, he drove to our home. I was a little concerned because he appeared to be stressed. As a result, I never inquired as to what was going on inside his head.

However, he walked straight in once we arrived at the house, and I followed him in after him. "I made a few modifications to the house," he explained. " I sincerely hope you enjoy it."

I took a look around, and there was no discernible difference. As a result, I had to inquire this time, "what has changed? It appears to be the same."

He scratched the bridge of his nose and snatched my arms from beneath me. We walked up the stairwell together. Afterward, he came to the door of our room, opened it, and then opened the door to the second room, which had been designated as the nursery.

"There's a room for you and a room for me," he explained.

He said it casually as if it were nothing unusual.

"What?" I exclaimed, dropping my jaw and gasping.

"I just think we need a little more time to get used to each other," he said, clearing his throat. " As you are aware, you are my best friend, and I believe that up until now, I have not felt the need to treat you as..." He paused.

At this point, I concluded that he was implying, "As your wife?"

He shook his head but continued, "no, I don't see you as a woman!" he exclaimed with a huff.

"What the fuck is going on!" I was on the verge of being scared. At that point, I really wanted to smack him in the face. But I was able to keep my temper under control. Because if I made the wrong move and smashed his bones, it wouldn't make a bit of difference at all.

Perhaps he had always thought of me as the girl who accompanied him to every soccer game! That's why he didn't come close to me for the time being.

"And?" I inquired, my voice calm. I drew my brows together.

"And I have no desire for you," he said as he scratched the back of his neck. " I'm not in the mood to touch you right now. Please accept my apologies."

I smiled and nodded. "All right, how about a PlayStation game?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, blinking. He appears to be a complete moron, and he was.

I shrugged and patted his back, saying, "Change your clothes and come down to meet me. Alternatively, we could make popcorn and play a soccer game."

He chuckled and gave me a high-five, saying, "yes, that's my girl."

In the process of running down the stairs, he took off his shirt. Walking into my room, I got undressed and changed into the most provocative lingerie I had ever worn. On top of that, I wore my robe. And proceeded to walk down the stairs. That Tonight, I attempted to seduce him.

As I descended the stairs, I acted completely normal, but I gave the impression that I was looking for sex. His gaze never left my body, not even for a split second. I, on the other hand, paid no attention to his stares. As if I didn't give a damn whether he touched me or not.

Then I walked over to the small bar and pulled out two glasses, into which I poured some wine. Then I turned around and walked back to him. "I'm going to play for Barca!"

"And I am Real Madrid," he continued.

After that, I gave him his glass. We were sitting on the couch next to each other when we started playing. I didn't consume any alcoholic beverages. As a result, he took mine as well. I was extremely talented at the game, and I consistently came out on top. As a result, the difficulty of achieving his goal pressed the challenging button inside him. He continued to consume one drink after another. When he finished, he groaned, "you know! I think I'll go take a cold shower and then go to bed early. You completely ruined my night."

I made fun of him, saying, "Oh, so you've decided to give up!"

Then he slammed his body against the couch and declared, "I am not."

"How about we place a bet then?" I wanted to entice him to spend more time with me.

Then he said, without even looking at me: "all right, deal."

"If I win, you can do whatever you want," I exclaimed wildly. If you win, I will comply with your wishes."

He leaned in close to my face, a smirk on his face. "I'm going to win this time. Regardless, I should know what you want from here on out."

"I want to see you naked," I told him after a moment's hesitation.

His breath caught in his throat as he said, "mmm, okay. It looks like I'm going to win after all."

I didn't inquire as to what he would like if he were to win.

And, unfortunately, he was victorious in the game, clapping his hands joyfully and proclaiming, "I won. I warned you." Then he got to his feet and started dancing and teasing me.

I was irritated and huffed. My plan did not come to fruition.

"Well," he said, which took me completely by surprise. "You stated that you are willing to do whatever I ask of you."

"Yes," I said, raising my brows and nodding, frustrated. "Please tell me."

I was under the impression he would ask me to cook for him or something along those lines.

But he yanked me to my feet and said, "I want you on your knees and..." before walking away.

I focused my attention on him.

He walked around me in a circle before squeezing the back of my thigh. I jumped out of my spot. Taking a look into his eyes.

Later in his speech, he stumbled over his words and said, "I want to see your ass."

What!