Ignorance Was Never Bliss

Chapter Five

“And can I have an ice cream sundae too? It would go so well.” She puts her arm around Greg and asks him, the one person who isn’t going to help out in anyway and he replies her.

“Of course, Sweetheart, whatever you want. Daphne will be down in a bit to make it for you.”

She squeals in delight as she hugs him and skips out of the room down the stairs.

Immediately she leaves I see the visible change in his demeanor. This happens every time. He goes from looking like the happiest man in the world in her presence to disappointment that questions how could he be stuck with me.

He pins me with a glare, forcing out words within clenched teeth. “Make sure Chloe knows nothing about this. I don’t want to upset her. Go downstairs and make dinner.”

“We’ll discuss what to do with this….” He stares pointedly at my belly, a look of distaste on his face. Like I’m a chore he has to endure.

“Situation when Chloe’s gone. Remember, not a word to anyone, especially your sister, or else…..” He threatens.

I go downstairs to make the dinner which I don’t eat a crumb of because my sister wanted me to go out and get desserts. I wasn’t hungry anyways, watching Chloe sit on Greg’ s lap while he spoon fed her made me lose my appetite.

I leave them and go upstairs to send the details of the address to the person I’m to meet tomorrow. I make sure to pick a restaurant that’s far off Greg’s radar so I’m not seen by him or anyone he knows.

After confirming that the message was received, I work to change the password of certain vital accounts. Greg won’t find out until the very last minute when I want him to. I also scheduled a meeting with my grandfather’s lawyer.

Satisfied, I log out the account I created for these conversations. I can’t use my normal account, especially because I can’t trust my husband not to go through my phone.

He’s uneasy and when he's upset or anxious he tends to get suspicious so I need to tread carefully.

I place my phone on the night stand and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I come out, I see my husband going through my phone. He is so predictable. I knew he would be suspicious especially since I seem to have been acting differently from before and since the incident at his office today he has been feeling uneasy, like he knows my outburst was not the end of it the only way he can reassure himself is to check out me phone.

“What’s this strange number that called you? And why did you get a call from your grandfather’s lawyer?” He asks, his tone laced strongly with suspicion.

“Oh that,” I sit in front of my dressing table and look at him through the glass, drying my hair with a towel as I feign indifference. Shit. How could I have forgotten to delete that call from my logs.

“Mr. Smith wanted to ask some questions about the company but I told him to call you that I didn’t handle all those stuff and the unknown number was from a telemarketer or something. I got that call when I left the office and I was too upset to remember which.” I say pointedly as I turn and meet his gaze. He looks uncomfortable and shifts his weight around.

Something like guilt flares in his eyes but it’s gone as soon as it comes. I break our eye contact and go back to my nightly routine.

“Anyways, I told him to contact you if he had any questions concerning my inheritance.” I say offhandedly, just to reassure him.

Greg clears his throat and speaks with a hardened tone like he’s trying to regain control, obviously ignoring the verbal jab I give him as result of today’s events.

“Well, he should have called me first. I am your husband after all. It isn’t right for him to go over my head especially since I’m the one managing your inheritance and the company.” I feel a wave of amusement course through me. One would think that it was his inheritance we were talking about.

He feels that he is out of control and starts snapping angrily at me as usual.

“It’s your grandfather’s fault that even his lackeys don’t respect me. Tell him to deal with me next time.” He knows he would never be able to tell my grandfather that in person. He’s too cowardly to do so.

I look down and speak softly, my tone betraying submission. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell them not to do that anymore.”

My statement seems to annoy him because it hints that I somehow have control of how my grandfather’s people treat him. He doesn't say anything though. He just makes a voice in his throat.

“Well, I’m going to the study. I have work to do. Don’t disturb me.” He growls and slams the door shut.