Daisy's pov
Surprise gripped me nearly shoving me to the floor of the lobby but I steadied myself with confidence.
"When did Becky become your secretary?"
"A while ago," he said without being specific, "we came here for a meeting with a major client, I can show you proof of that and everything," he brought out his phone and I noticed the files that he was holding.
"We can even go up together to meet the client if you are still in doubt,"
"O-okay," I stuttered even though I already believed him. The three of us went off together and saw the client, it was a major deal that would have earned the company millions in profit. And I was about to sabotage it because of my jealousy.
The regret that followed after the meeting didn't allow me to question my husband why he had hired my step sister as his secretary.
It felt like I was walking on thin ice already, so I didn't dare bring it up even though it still bothered me. In the end I was not even able to talk to him about his absence in the home and how it was affecting me, a few nights later he came to me with a full suitcase and said; "I'll be going on a business trip, two weeks, call me if you need anything."
"Two weeks?!" I blurted out in surprise, slipping on my flip flops and walking over to him.
"You're going to leave me alone for 2 weeks?" I said my voice was rising.
He sighed, "I didn't say I was going on vacation, it's a business trip I'm going to be working everyday so I don't know why you're making a mountain out of a moth hill,"
He gestured with his arms, "The maids are here to take care of you so you don't have anything to worry about, right?"
His words were rational, but sounded so cold.
"But I'll miss you," I said helplessly, "I hardly ever see you and now you're going on a business trip,"
His forehead wrinkled, "What do you want from me, Daisy?! I'm doing my best but–"
He paused, he probably noticed the crushed look in my eyes. "Look, it's just your pregnancy hormones that's why you're not thinking reasonably, I'm off–"
"Will you be taking Becky with you?" The question came out before I could stop it.
He was stiff for a second, then without turning around to look at me he replied, " She's my secretary, doesn't it make sense that she'll come with me?"
My lips were dry, my voice became cracked.
"I'm not comfortable with that–" I could hardly finish before he threw his luggage at the wall, launching it with all the full force of his arm. The briefcase burst open and the clothes and other contents of the briefcase spilled out.
"Fine! I won't go!" He roared out, finally turning around to look at me, he walked over and grabbed me by my sides.
"I'm not going, are you finally happy?!" He yelled in my face, tears slid down my cheeks and he suddenly paused, releasing me.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, his gaze softening.
"I didn't mean to grab you like that but…" he wiped his face with his palms, "...I'm trying so hard to understand you but you are not making it easy for me. As my mate you're supposed to love and trust me,"
"I-i do love you," I said, still shaking and wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
"But you don't trust me?" He said with a raised eyebrow, "It doesn't work like that,"
My head fell, he was right. I couldn't claim to love him and not trust him.
Gently, I approached him.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I-i made a mistake–"
"You've been making several," He pointed out.
I nodded agreeably, "You're right, I've been making a lot of mistakes. As your wife and mate, I should trust you…." My voice grew weaker, "Let me help you pack so you won't miss your flight,"
And then like a switch his mood flicked, taking a complete 180 turn.
"Don't worry, I'll do it myself," He quickly packed and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"I'll see you in two weeks,"
A month later and I had not even seen the shadow of my husband, whenever I called out there was one excuse or another. I tried to be patient so that I wouldn't be accused of being controlling but…
"Do you think we can have a gender reveal party?" I asked, trying to talk about something that hopefully wouldn't explode in my face like gunpowder.
"You can have one if you want to," He replied, sounding disinterested.
I was walking down the stairs on the call, slowing down.
"Isn't the baby yours too?
"Did I ever say it wasn't?" He shot back sharply, "There you are again jumping to silly conclusions,"
Tears welled up in my eyes, "Why…why are you being this way?"
"What way?"
I pondered on his question, was there a time when Robert hadn't been like this bored and turned off? In the past he usually mashed it up with cute gestures and compliments that made my heart flutter. I'd been happy, but could I ever say he was?
"R-robert, that night of the mating ceremony…why did you accept me?"
"Why? You were my mate?" My feet stopped at that casual answer.
"Didn't you like me?" It felt like I was begging him.
"I did," he said like we were talking about the weather.
"What about now…do you love me?"
"Yes, I love you," He said in a monotone voice that split my heart in half. "Is that all? I have a meeting–"
I dropped the phone, doubling over with pain in my lower region. I managed to make it down the stairs with the help of the banister.
"Someone…anyone help!" I called out weakly before I collapsed.
A few hours later, I was looking at the pack doctor,"I'm sorry, Mrs Brown, you lost the baby."