AFTER THE WEDDING
Chapter 10
After the Wedding
Dan remained silent, pretending not to hear what she said. Viola, on the other hand, anxiously waited for his response.
"Since I don't know the lady, he should have an idea of who she is," she told herself.
"Leo, I asked you a question, and you're not saying anything." She said softly, caressing his hairy chest with her fingers.
"Ooooh… not now, Viola. I thought we're done with this discussion already!" He grunted.
Viola was not too dull to notice the disdain in his voice as he said that, but she was defiant of his countenance and remained obstinate to her instincts.
"But we're not discussing anything! I only asked you a 'yes or no' question!" She insisted.
"Viola, please, it is too early for us to start with misunderstandings on our wedding night. Why are you feeling so insecure? I said I don't know who you are talking about because there were uncountable ladies in the church!" He declared angrily.
Seeing the rage in his eyes and from his voice, Viola quietly took herself off his chest and gently lay down on the bed, turning her back to him. She covered herself in a duvet.
"Viola! Viola!!," Leonardo tapped her over two times, but she isn't showing any sign of response. Her eyes were gradually beginning to gather tears, which she secretly wiped with her hands, and she tried as much to hide her pains in an inward sob.
She didn't bargain for this! She thought her marriage would be a bed of roses, seeing how he was head over heels for her. But having a misunderstanding at her wedding was something she least expected.
But who's to blame for how things are going? She was actually the one that started the problem with her questions!
But he said he loved her; she thought husband and wife shouldn't have anything like secrets about their lives; why is hers different?
Leonardo noticed her mood; he gently lay down beside her, carefully placing his hands over her. He swiftly rendered her kisses from the chin down to her neck, while his other hand gently swirled up to her thighs.
Viola wanted to push him away from her body, but she was already weak. His soft touches had succeeded in turning her on, making her wet.
With a mind of yelling at him to let her be, what Viola succeeded in letting out from her mouth were soft moans, pleading with him to do put his whole as the moment she felt his finger trusting in and out her wet p*ssy.
She moaned swiftly, begging to have more of him inside her, until he finally placed her beneath him, while he thrust in and out of her gently and fast after some moments, when she demanded it to be hard.
Leonardo was really crazy with different styles hitting a woman's right spot when it comes to that.
He knows perfectly how to calm a woman's anger down with that talent, and he has always succeeded no matter how tough the woman tends to be.
"Please take care of mom when I leave. She needs your company greatly." Leonardo told Viola as he prepared to leave for work.
"Sure, I will. As much as I love my mother, so do I love my king's mom." She assured him with a smile.
Viola joyfully advanced to the kitchen to prepare her mother-in-law's best meal.
With much anxiety but caution, she browsed the best recipe for the meal, following the instructions carefully to bring out the best for her mother-in-law.
"Oh, thank you so much," Mrs. Vans said softly after being invited to the dining table to have her lunch.
A persistent call through her phone made her excuse herself from Mrs. Vans.
"Ouch!!" Viola was startled by Mrs. Vans' loud scream.
"Mum, what is..." She paused when she noticed the table.
How the food Mrs. Vans was eating ended up on the table and floor, littering everywhere, was what she seemed not to understand.
But she just left the dining room not up to a minute ago!
"Oh, sorry, mom." Viola said, but her tone was evident of disdain.
She can't imagine that a meal she took so much time to prepare had just ended up on the ground!
Without hesitation, she reached out to the towel and gently cleaned the littered environment.
"This is just the beginning, Viola." Mrs. Vans smirked and said to herself as she watched her struggle to clean the mess.
Mrs. Vans continued to ill-treat Viola stylishly, hiding her contempt behind pretentious smiles and deceitful love.
Viola's worst nightmare struck when she lost her mother two weeks after her wedding.
"Viola, you can't possibly stay indoors and keep mourning; you have to cheer up and move forward with life." Mrs. Vans stood by her side and offered her enough consolation.
"You know what? Dress up; let's get some fresh air out there. It's over a month since your mother's death, and you've been indoors," Mrs. Vans suggested, prompting Viola to cheer up and come out of her sad moments.
"Oh my gosh!" Viola screamed as she felt a sudden headache and a cold, instantly making her eyes dizzy.
"What is it?" Mrs. Vans asked curiously.
"I don't know mom, but I'm lacking strength. I'm feeling…"
"Ouch!" she screamed again before she finished her statement.
Mrs. Vans held her hands, gradually assisting her to sit on the couch.
"I hope it is not what I'm thinking, Viola. If this implies that you're pregnant, then be ready to get yourself out of this house!" She said to herself while she hurriedly got Viola into the car and drove her to the hospital.
"Doctor, please, How's she feeling? Have you confirmed what is wrong with her?" Mrs. Vans asked the doctor who was taking care of Viola as she paced back and forth the passage to the ward.
"She's fine, ma'am. The test results will be out soon, so you can take her home," the doctor said hopefully.
Mrs. Vans sat down on the long armchair, lowering her head with her hands on the chin. "I need to see the doctor before he hands over the results to her!" She thought inwardly and jerked up from the chair and moved to the doctor's office.
"How may I help you, madam?"
Mrs. Vans was not too fast to reply to him; she ensured she radiated her face with a smile before she said, "Doctor, can I please have the test results before you hand them over to her?"
The doctor looked at her, confused and puzzled at her request; he wasted no time in giving a response.
"That is against the hospital rule, madam. We only do that in cases where the patient is unconscious or is diagnosed with a sickness that requires counseling." He paused for a while and added,
"Aside from that, a patient is supposed to know his ailment first, before any other person."
Mrs. Vans took a deep breath. "Alright, doctor. But please, is she pregnant?" She demanded.
"Madam, as I told you earlier, it is against my profession to disclose my patients health status to a third party in simple conditions like this." He retorted
"Besides, I thought you were the ones that brought her here, so she would definitely tell you the results by herself!" He added, with his voice evident of rage, and decided to keep himself busy with some files on the table, ignoring her.
"I know what to do," Mrs. Vans thought inwardly as she stared at the doctor.
She tossed her hands into her bag, brought out a book, and tore a piece of the leaflet.
"5 million dollars if you would if you would agree to give me the results first, before any other person!" She said as she placed the check on the table.