Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dominant Husband: Her worth: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I leaned my back on the door, still sitting on the floor. My knees were tugged to my chest, my elbow wrapped around it. Although it was almost eight in the morning, I was still in my track, not ready to move until Sebastian and I conversed. This morning, I was going to get all I needed. Every one of them. I wouldn't care if he was a controlling husband. All I knew was that I needed an explanation from him, and I was going to get it at any cost. About thirty minutes ago, he had stood up from the bed, and went to the bathroom. Even though he knew I was sitting here, helpless, he ignored my presence, and only walked into the bathroom as if I was some kind of ant who had no emotions. What if an ant had emotions too?My eyes tingled, and my head cried. I hadn't slept last night. All I had done was to stare at the floor, remember everything everyone had told me, and be regretful. This was a really hard game. Soon, a door sounded. Raising my neck to stare at it, I saw Sebastian. He walke

The expression I could read from his face was shock. It felt as if he didn't expect me to ever state that. And the thing was, did it mean he didn't want to get divorced to me? Or did it mean he was excited?What do you want, dude?Confused, I kept staring at him. Our eyes were locked on each other, none of us seeming to want to avert just yet. Soon, he took a step closer, and closer, and closer. His mouth and eyes were still widely open. And before I could say anything, he held my arm, pulled me to him, locking my small body into his chest. I gaped, blinking like a robot, stiffened in my posture. His hands slowly move to my back, then to my hair. "Adrienne," he called breathlessly, a bit of excitement in his voice. That was it. He was happy. "Thanks you so much." As he spoke, he laughed curtly as well. "Thanks. I'm so glad. Thanks for finally saying this. At least, I won't have to think of what to tell my mom."I knitted my eyebrows, confused. "Mom?" I enquired. He pulled away, but

The beam of the sun sent a knock on my head, slowly jerking me from my sleep world. Tired, I threw a pillow over my head, grunting under it. I still had to sleep so badly. This should be about five in the morning, so how the heck was the sun up now? "Mommy," I mumbled, half asleep, squeezing my face, grunting further.  "Yo baby!" A voice cried. I could hear the person, but the sound was faint. "You don't wanna miss your first day, do you?" I hissed, pressed the pillow against my left ear, digging more into the bed. "Go 'way. I need some rest." "Fine!" The person snarled. "Rest all you want, ok? But ensure to remember I tried waking you up. If you blame me later, I'm gonna smash your boobs." Wait, what did she mean? What was I to remember? Was there some kind of— "Oh my gosh!" I flung the pillow from my head, sat up quickly, blinking like a confused

Shocked, I moved my lips without uttering a word. And noticing that I looked stupid, I huffed. I couldn't say anything.  "You're silly." Adrienne chuckled, and tapped his arm. He raised his other hand, and pinched her cheek.  What was all this? How could she be paying attention to him when a whole Sebastian Martinez was in front of her? Although I had huffed, she didn't even look at me. Was she that in love with him? Fine, he was tall and handsome. Amber brown eyes, fine pink lips, straight nose and nice brows, he all possessed. But that wasn't an excuse for her to not pay attention to me. For jeez' sake, a lot of girls cried to stay with me. So what was with her? Had she forgotten I used to be her husband? Couldn't she pay some respects? "Guess who's cute on her first day" the irritating guy uttered. I wanted to scoff, but that would seem rude. And wait, how could he feel so comfortable to

Slurping on my hamburger, I stared at Claire as she complained about her phone. All I'd say is that I was so confused. I didn't understand what was going on. She kept yelling at it as if it was some kind of living thing.  "Anything wrong there?" I enquired.  Hissing, she took a glance at me. "I don't understand why this thing won't work. I'm so sick of the damn thing right now."  "Let me see." I stood from my seat, walked into the kitchen, and took the phone from her. With a deep glare on her face, she tucked her arms around her chest, muttering.  "Maybe you need to take it to a phone technician. That won't cost much, will it?" I suggested.  She sighed, shook her head, then took the phone from me. "Don't worry." Her voice was kind of sad. "I'll just wait till I'm able to get a new one. I don't have money now. And you know I won't wann