The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 162 At least this the is at a charity event, right? He didn't standup because he was partying or hanging out with his friends, so I shouldn't feel bad or disappointed. But why do I feel like that? Why am I scared? A voice inside ofkeeps tellingthat I'm exaggerating, but my gut feeling says otherwise.

It was hard to stay mad at him in the morning, because as far as I remember, I have never stayed mad at Silas for more than two hours and our fights are usually silly. I don't think what happened between us can be considered a fight, but couples don't need to fight to be mad at each other. Sthings may happen out of the blue like the change of behaviour my husband is currently going through.

I talked to Kendall about what happened and she advisedto forgive him but not without making him work hard to earn my forgiveness.

I don't want to be the kind of melancholy wife who is always upset with her husband and making things hard for him. However, I need him to respectwhen we both agree on spending sttogether.

I'm used to Silas prioritizingand lately, I have been feeling like I'm not one of his priorities and it hurts so much..

Not feeling like cooking, I decide to make myself scanned soup because it is the fastest thing I can do. I put on one of my favourite films and watch it while eating the soup.

Sometimes, I regret that Silas and I decided to get such a huge house at the early stage of our marriage because when I'm here on my own, I feel like it's too big for me. There's a lot of space and I can't occupy all of it.

Maybe I'm just feeling emotionally under the weather. I know that if I decide to go to my parents' place to spend stwith them, they will think that something is wrong between Silas and me. While this may be true, I still don't want to worry them. I also don't want them to know that things aren't exactly well with us.

I should probably keep myself busy with the new collection I'm currently working on to avoid any negative thoughts. I remember how Mum buried herself in work when she ran away while being pregnant with me. She spent five years working like there's no tomorrow to make a nfor herself. She later toldthat work was one of the things that kept her sane during those years, because if she had given in to all the dark thoughts that had roamed her mind, she would have gone crazy.

I end up falling asleep on the couch while the movie is still on. I don't know when Silas comes back, but when he does, I feel him as he gently lifts my body in his strong arms and kisses my head. "What tis it?" I sleepily murmur, barely opening my eyes, yet I manage to catch a glimpse of him.

I'm too tired to fight my way out of his embrace. I feel like I'm completely drained. His alluring scent hits my nose and unconsciously, I find myself nuzzling my head into his chest as he climbs the stairs.

"It's around ten," he says. "Are you tired?" I hum without saying anything, closing my eyes again.

I feel my body as it sinks into our bed and I debate getting out of bed and sleeping in the guest bedroom for the second tin a row. Should I stay mad at him while sleeping in our bed? Do I give him the silent treatment? How do I even stay mad at him for long? It's something that we have never experienced before.

Well, at spoint in my life, I ghosted him when I thought that staying away would be the best thing I could ever give him, but that was a period in my life that I don't want to repeat. The agony, we were both in was something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Not givingthe chance to contemplate leaving our bed, Silas gets in bed besideand wraps his arm around my body, pullingclose. He plants a kiss on my template and murmurs, "I love you so much." 1/2 2/2 Chapter 162 "I love you too, but Inrineredibly mad at you, I tell him, not wanting him to think that what happened is a page I have turned. But I don't have to be cruel while being mad at him, right? I can be gently mad at him. I honestly don't know how to stay mad at Silas. "Stay mad atall you want," he whispers, pushing my hair away from my face as he gently turns my body and I let him because even when I'm very mad at him, every inch of my body calls for him. "But maybe you can loveextra tonight. Do you think you can do that?" I can't help but smile at what he says. "I think I can," I mumble before pecking his lips.

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow?" he asks.

"No," I reply, sitting up for a couple of seconds to remove my t-shirt, leaving myself in my soft bra. I lie back down and place my head on his chest. "Can I take you out?" he wonders.

How do I expect him to make it up to

I keep refusing every olive branch he has extended? Maybe I should give him a chance to explain himself. At the end of the day, I won't stay mad at, him forever. "You better make it good if you wantto forgive you," I playfully warn him, making him smile.

"I will keep that in mind. Can't have you mad atforever. That will be the death of me," he says, gently scratching my back. back. He is trying to getto forgive him in any way. He knows how much I enjoy it when he scratches my

And Just like that, we both head to sleep, holding onto each other m sincerely hope that things get better between us, because I love him so much to stay mad at him for long.