FEARS.

ANNA'S POV.

The entire week passed by smoothly and I was starting to like working there.

Vincenzo ignored me like I was a plague but I was already used to it. He didn't want people to know that we were married and I understood that.

To be honest I hated it there. Maybe it was better for me to just stay at home and wait for him to provide everything for me.

As I tossed in bed I sighed in frustration thinking of what the day had in store for me. Passing by people talking about my husband had to be the worst thing to hear in the morning.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I was a mess. I was never really the type of girl who woke up looking like a princess.

I winced in pain as I tried to comb my hair which turned out to be an epic fail. After a hundred tries my strawberry hair was perfect.

I rushed down the stairs to find Raul waiting for me. At least it was the moment that I enjoyed in the morning. Riding with him to work.

"Good morning ma'am", he said bowing down.

" Good morning, I told you not to call me ma'am it makes me feel old Anna is fine", I said chuckling.

"Okay I will, this way", he said as he led me to the door and opened it for me.

Those little features would warm any person's heart. I cherished those moments because they were the only times I would have peace of mind before going to work and finding piles of files on my desk waiting for me.

To some point, I thought that Vincenzo did all that so he could chase me away. He didn't want me around his work and I have that notion. I could handle anything or so I thought.

"Did you sleep well?", Raul asked as he started the car.

"Yes", I said smiling at him.

I had known him better in the few days that he had been driving me to work.

Vincenzo had gone back to his routine of not sleeping at home and I had tried so much to not let it affect me. I had no idea where he slept and it was not like he wanted me to know about it because he would have mentioned something.

The thing I didn't understand was that he would pass me by work looking clean and not wearing the same clothes he was wearing the previous day until I started to think that he have another house somewhere.

"You don't look okay is everything fine"?", Raul asked as he looked through the rearview mirror.

No, I wasn't okay. That though was not something that you told your driver. How would I tell him that I married my husband u der a contract and I had started to care about him even though I hated him?

How would I tell him that it had been over a week since Vincenzo had set foot in the house that we shared?

That made me feel like he didn't want me at all to the point that he would leave the entire house for me. I couldn't tell him that though.

He probably knew that Vincenzo had never slept at home and so did all the workers. They didn't like me I could tell even though I tried to be the best person they still saw me as an outsider and I was tired of trying.

All I could do is smile and act as if I was okay and Raul would let it go and he did.

From there the drive was silent as none of us tried to engage the other in silly talk and within no time I was already at the company.

I could feel the life leaving my lungs as I got off the car and wondered what the day had in store for me. I smiled holding my head up high but that wasn't enough to bring the good spirits to me I still felt like gagging.

"Have a nice day ", Raul said to me.

"You too Raul ", I said to him as I started walking to the main door.

The people around me felt as if I was an ant in a field full of people. I never liked people. The energy is taken from someone just being with them.

I didn't want to talk to anyone and neither did I want anyone to talk to me. I just wanted to exist and be invisible at the same time.

I took the elevator and luckily I was alone. I let out a sigh that I didn't know I had been holding in and hoped the elevator would be jammed so that I would be locked in there forever.

Dreams never really came true, at least for me because the elevator came to a stop signaling that I had reached my designated floor.

The corridors looked the same way they looked every time I came to work. Filled without people whose' cologne in the air made you feel like retching.

I made my way to my desk and luckily it was cleaned because then I would have another tantrum km the morning.

I turned to see Marcus coming my way and I didn't have the energy for him so I turned around and went to the washrooms.

I behaved like a teenage girl and I hated it. I didn't like Marcus but somehow I couldn't tell him. He annoyed me every time he opened his mouth to speak and I had enough with him as it was.

After a couple of minutes, I exited the bathroom thinking he was already gone which he had but what I saw was not something I had been prepared for that morning.

There in front of his office, he was standing grinning. He was looking at her like she was the only woman on earth. The flowers that she was holding no longer looked beautiful.

It was probably because I despised her so much. I hated feeling that way. I knew it was just feelings and someday I would be able to stop feeling like that but it wasn't that day yet.

I didn't know what made me retch but again I was rushing to the bathroom this time because I needed to use it.

Maybe it was the way he was looking at her because I knew he would never look at me like that or maybe it was the fact that I wasn't her either way I didn't know what the problem was.

I would have felt better if it was some random girl because was already used to that but it wasn't any random girl. It was the supposed mother too and even though I had buried it deep in my subconscious and seeing her again had made the fears resurface.