"SECOND OPTION "

LATER THAT DAY.

As they sat on the couch Dylan wondered what he was doing. Why would he think it would be good for him and Anna to be friends?

They were both in different worlds. Just the look on Anna's face he could see that she regretted what she had done.

She sank into her chair and hugged herself tight and let off a sigh of exhaustion.

He wanted to ask her what was wrong so badly but he couldn't. She never looked like someone who wanted to share her problems with him so he wouldn't force them out of her.

He sat there as he watched her as she watched the show and no matter how funny the joke was there was no smile or laugh from her.

"How was your day ?", he asked her and she was startled as she turned to look at him.

"It was terrible ", she said as she threw her head back dramatically.

"Care to share ?", he asked her and she seemed to contemplate if you tell him or not.

"Well I signed up for college today so I had to go to school to sort out some issue ", she said as she turned her attention back to the screen in front of her that was playing FRIENDS.

"When did you sign up for school ?", he asked her and she turned to look at him wondering what to say.

She couldn't understand why the men in her life thought that she was supposed to tell them everything.

He saw the look on her face and realized 1hat he had done.

"Am sorry I didn't mean it like that, I just didn't know you were interested in going to school I thought you were happy working for Vincenzo ", he said as he took keenlofif every feature on her face.

He could see some freckles around her nose. Her eyes were darker at night something he had never noticed before.

She tapped on her leg every time she talked he figured it was because she was anxious.

"Well I wasn't before ", she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

"What changed ?", he asked her and the question started her a little bit.

Never before had someone been so interested in knowing what she did and why she did it. The smile that crept up her face didn't go unnoticed from him but the explanation she had was going to sound a little pathetic to him.

How could she tell him it was because of Vincenzo?

That she was tired of being ordered around like a dog?That she wanted to also be good at something other than being a wife.

"Well am nothing more than Vincenzo's wife. I also want something for myself other than being told I'll make a good housewife ", she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

He could see that she had been offended by being called a good housewife. She wanted something more and maybe making a name for herself was going to make her feel good about herself.

"How old are you ?", he asked her and she laughed immediately he wondered what he had said wrong.

The truth was that he didn't know anything about her other than being married to Vincenzo. He had never heard about her parents or ever saw her before.

He could never imagine Vincenzo marrying from a poor family. Everything he did was for business and Dylan knew that their marriage wasn't any different.

"Am turning twenty-two soon ", she said and frowned.

She had thought that it was going to be any different this time around She had been excited when Vincenzo had asked about her birthday.

It was a few hours before her birthday but he was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't even remembered it that morning as they had argued about him having a kid.

"You've never told me about your parents and neither have I ever heard of you if anything no one knows who you are ", Dylan said as he watched her.

He could see the pain on her face and he wondered if he had made a mistake to ask her about her family.

Why did he want to know her? She could not understand why suddenly he was interested in knowing who she was before being married to Vincenzo.

They were all the same. He couldn't have asked about her family if he didn't think someone else's background was important.

She was a nobody, no one knew about her because there was nothing to tell. There wasn't much to her life other than being someone's wife.

That was why she had this need to be good at whatever she had chosen to do. There was no way she was just going to throw away her life like that.

She hadn't gone through the orphanage to be a nobody but she couldn't tell Dylan that. He needed to think that she was somebody.

He needed to see that she wasn't just a sad girl. Sad girls cried when they were hurt but she couldn't. She wants supposed to be weak. She was stronger than that.

"There's not much to tell about my family. My parents died in a crash ", she said with a smile as she faced him.

He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words to tell her. He instantly felt bad for making her remember those sad memories that he didn't want to talk about.

She needed to go. There was nothing that she was going to get from Dylan. Even if he made her smile for a little while in the end if it was all she had to go back home to her sad life.

All she was doing was making things worse. She couldn't live two lives. She needed to stick to one and make it better.

She knew Dylan wasn't supposed to be treated like the other guy who was there when the man she loved wasn't acting right.

All in all, she needed to be in her bed when her birthday reached so that she could cry all alone without someone who during what was wrong with her.

"I need to go ", she said as she took out her phone to call Raul.

"I thought you were spending the night here ?", Dylan asked her confused. It was late and he hadn't tried anything sexual to make her uncomfortable.

"Well Vincenzo is back I need to see him ", she said as she stood up.

She knew what she had done by bringing Vincenzo up. Dylan couldn't take it being the second chance so by saying that he would drop it.

"Okay ", Dylan said as she stood up and walked to his liquor cabinet to our himself a drink.