Married By Mistake
Chapter 3

LUNA

I waited for Dylan to leave before I left my room. Until now, I still feel the fear caused by what happened last night. No one will protect me, so I have to be more careful. Now that I know that there is no hope that Dylan will appreciate me, I have buried my feelings for him.

By noon I had left our house. It was a little afternoon. After all, I woke up because I didn’t sleep well right away. I had to go to one of the branches of our Salon in Valenzuela. There was a problem there.

I just concentrated on driving until I got to the Salon. When I entered, I was greeted by my employees.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am Luna.” They greeted.

“Good afternoon. How are you?” I greeted them in return. I put my bag down on the table reserved for me.

I was surrounded by my employees. Their faces are worried. “Oh, Ma’am. We’re a little sluggish now. Our satisfaction rate has also dropped.”

I took a deep breath. “We can’t please everybody, right? We’ll just replace a way. I’ll think of solutions. As soon as possible.”

“Besides, it’s September now. There are very few customers now but I’m sure that when December and January come, there will be a lot of makeovers.” I added. They nodded.

I looked at the door when its bell rang at the top, a sign that someone was entering or leaving. I saw a white woman enter. She was wearing leather shorts that further emphasized her long thighs and a pink hanging blouse. Its brown hair is wavy and shiny.

“I need a trim.” authoritatively she says when her gaze lands on me.

I stopped trying to stand up when the bell rang again. My eyes widened. Dylan. He looked at me coldly and then he approached the woman who had just arrived.

“Hey, babe. Why did you get out of the car?” Said the woman and hugged Dylan’s waist.

“I missed you,” Dylan said softly and lowered his face. My hand went numb as their lips applied. Everyone looked at the two.

The woman m****d as Dylan deepened the k**s. I covered my mouth so that my employee could not see the trembling of my lips due to the suppressed crying. I also cast spells a few times to hold back my tears. I also averted my eyes.

Why does he have to make me look like he doesn’t care how I feel? Why does he even have to make me look like I have no right to him?

I fought once. Just included. I went to his office then. When I saw this woman kissing I scandalized and insulted the woman. The fruit? We lost one of the biggest deals of our company. I am at fault. If. Again. What’s new?

So often, I just pretend not to know even inwardly, very sick. I was scared to see my father and Dylan angry again. It was as if I was small in their eyes.

“Wait. I’ll trim my hair first.” The woman pulled Dylan away weakly. She smiled and gave Dylan a quick k**s on the lips.

The woman sat in the chair reserved here and was gently cared for by my employee. I look at Dylan from time to time. It sat and just stared at the woman. Neither turned to me it did not bother. I took a deep breath and bowed.

Just a few minutes later the woman’s hair was trimmed. She stood up. Dylan also stood up and approached her. The woman hugged his waist.

Dylan touched the woman’s face and smiled. “Beautiful.”

I smiled bitterly. I would never hear that from him.

I looked up as a bulk approached the front of my desk. I met Dylan’s cold stare. I was swallowed.

He dropped money on my desk. “Keep the change.”

I followed him with my gaze as he turned around. I watched how he put his hand on the woman’s waist and how he kissed the woman’s forehead. Until they came out I was still staring at the door they came out of.

It’s okay, Luna. Stop.

My employees became noisy. They talked about the two coming out of the salon. He talked about how handsome Dylan was, the PDA of the two and how lucky the woman was with Dylan.

My chest aches. I can’t tell them ‘Hey! That’s my wife and she’s hooked! Isn’t that cool? ‘.

Then what? Will they think my wife is so stupid and masochistic? I will not embarrass myself.

“I-I need to go home. I’m feeling worse.” I lied and went out.

When I got home, I took my suitcase and put all my belongings there. If I don’t get rid of his powder he just keeps on hurting me. My heart could no longer bear what Dylan was doing. I loaded the suitcase into my car and checked into a hotel. Maybe he won’t look for me, because I’m not important to him.

I looked out the window and examined the lights from the surrounding building. Only now have I felt peace like this.

I opened my tool to pick up the sketch pad, but it wasn’t there. Maybe I left it on my bed because I was in a hurry. I drove there, it was only seven o’clock, so Dylan was not there yet.

When I parked my car I slowly went inside the house. As I climbed the stairs, I was surprised to see Dylan lying on the flooring near his bedroom door.

I approached him immediately. “Dylan?”

His every breath is heavy. When he didn’t move, I touched its arm. His warm skin stung me. “You have a fever, Dylan.”

He stared and looked at me sharply. “‘Don’t touch me!’

“I’ll help you stand up.”

“I said—” He suddenly coughed.

The second time I offered help, he accepted. When I got to the bedroom, I laid him down.

I removed his shoe. But he stopped my hand as I attempted to remove his polo. “You need to get dressed. To make you comfortable.”

Maybe because of weakness he has given up. I was devastated to see his elegance. Is it hot? I get a white t-shirt in his cabinet. Fortunately, he cooperated so I quickly dressed him.

“My head hurts.” He m****d.

“Have you eaten?” He shook his head. “Eat first before taking medicine.”

“Get out. I’ll just sleep. Get out.” He said coldly and covered his face with his arm.

“Dylan…”

“Leave my room!” He removed the arm and looked sharply at me.

I took a deep breath and stood up. When I left the room, I went straight to the kitchen to cook it porridge. He needs to take medicine to make it easier to heal.

I put the porridge in a bowl and placed it on the tray. I also put in water and medicine. I took it to Dylan’s room. I put it on the table by the side of its bed and sat on its bed.

I touched him. “Dylan, wake up.”

He stared and frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to come out?”

I took the hot porridge and showed it to him. “I c-cooked. Eat first then take medicine.”

“I do not want it.”

“Please, Dylan. You’ll be fine.” I insist on him.

“I’ll be fine if you get out of here. My head hurts more!” He said a bit loudly.

“But, Dylan—”

“I said I don’t want to!” He suddenly shook the bowl with hot porridge.

It spilt on my arm and thigh. I stood up and cried out in pain.

He got up and looked at me angrily. “Shit! I warned you!”

I ran to the comfort room and hurriedly opened the shower. I endured the pain as I soaked the burn in cold water. I also covered my thigh in the shower. I just close my eyes. My arm and thigh were red.

After I soaked you in water, I came out of the bathroom. Dylan’s cold stare at me.

“Clean my room. It’s a mess!” After he said that, he turned around and sat on the sofa.

“S-Sorry,” I said tearfully.

I went out and went down to the kitchen. Because of the light, the redness of my skin became even clearer. I took an ointment and blinked at the pain. When the pain subsided, I brought the basins with only water and rags.

I carefully carried it to Dylan’s room. I started wiping the cement.

“Do it faster! I want a rest!” He said as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Next time, when I say I don’t want to, I don’t want to.” He said coldly. I was trying to help him.

The next thing I changed was the bedsheet that was also filled with porridge. I also changed the pillowcase and blanket.

I endured the pain of my burned skin while cleaning his room. After I cleaned it, he went to bed right away. I came out with the basin and his bedsheet resting on my shoulder.

I put the bedsheet in the laundry and then ate a little. Out of concern for Dylan, I sat on the edge of his door and wondered if he would wake up. I also put a glass with water by my side in case I needed it.

I slowly opened his door. I peeked. I saw him rolling on the bed. Even though he was afraid he would get angry with me, I still approached him. I touched his forehead. Her fever got worse.

I wiped the sweat off his forehead. I also turned down the air conditioner so it wouldn’t get too

cold.

I was adjusting his blanket when he suddenly looked up. “Camille.”

I bit my lower l*p. I’m not her.

“Camille, you came back.” His hand went up and landed on my cheek. “Y-You’re not leaving

me, are you?”

I held Dylan’s hand. I don’t want to talk. I can see her longing to see and be with Camille. The expression in his eyes returned to the former Dylan I knew. Gradually its eyes closed. She is already asleep.

“I’m sorry, Dylan.” I carefully lowered his hand and kissed it. I took a pillow from its bed and sat on the sofa. Gradually drowsiness visited me.

I was dazed by the sunlight hitting my eyes. I adjusted my seat and looked at Dylan.

I was hesitant if I would touch him, but I chose to touch his forehead. “You’re still hot.”

I got off and called delivery. When it arrived, I prepared it right away. I took it to Dylan’s room. He was already sitting on the bed and looking coldly at me.

“Ahm. Eat it. I called your favourite restaurant; I know you won’t eat my food.”

“Just put it down.” He says coldly.

“Here’s the medicine too,” I said lowering the tray.

When I turned to Dylan, he was looking at my arm. I hid that. “I-I’ll be outside if you need me.”

“Luna.” I stopped at the exit and looked at him. “It’s… It’s nothing. Get out.”

When I closed the door, my cellphone suddenly rang. I quickly snatched it out of my pocket. I hurriedly answered that when I saw who the caller was.

“H-Hello, Pa?”

“You are useless! You let Dylan get sick! That’s all you have to do yet you didn’t do it well.” His angry voice came to me.

“No. He just went home and dropped—”

“You’re still making excuses! The general meeting had to be cancelled! You’re worthless! Neglect! A pest!” My tears fell from my eyes as I took all the painful words he threw at me.

“P-Pa—” He didn’t let me explain anymore. He immediately cut off the call.

I took a deep breath and calmed the feeling. I caressed my burnt skin and asked myself, am I still flawed?