The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

I looked back at the hall only to meet those green eyes as deep as the ocean itself staring back at me. Marcus was standing near the door leading to the balcony. I didn't know when he came but his eyes said that he had been listening to the entire conversation.
It was no joke that he was a piece of wood. He held so many emotions in his face but yet all those emotions were unreadable. It changed from pain to sorrow to anger in an endless cycle.
My gaze fell to his hands which were holding two red wine glasses. But now his fingers were tightening around them in anger as if he was ready to break them.
His behavior today had shocked me in many ways. It was just days ago he told me to stay way from him but now he is trying to act as if nothing happened.His demeanor has completely changed within these past few days. Some might say that he even misses me. But I know better. He is a cold hearted man incapable of friendship and love.
With that Marcus turned his back on me and left the balcony. I waited for a few seconds before untangling my arms from the girl and edging closer to the balustrade.
Looking down, I saw my so-called husband leaving the hall in fury.
It had been two whole weeks since I last saw Marcus. Unexpectedly, my everyday life had become much more boring since I left his house. Ally had kept company for the most part but boredom was starting to get the best of me.
My mom had called me several times, pestering me to know about my abrupt leaving but I'd been very smooth in avoiding her until my mom decided to pay a visit to my office yesterday.
Her bickering gave a headache to the entire office which left me with no choice but to leave in middle of the day. So I didn't go to work today to save myself from any more humiliation in case she decided to pay another visit.
I even told the security guards of this apartment complex to not let in a wild woman with eyes and hair like me.
I was scrolling through the phone, lying flat on the couch, thinking of my exasperating life. And then my life got more irritating as the phone went dark with batter running low.
How annoying. I tossed it to the arm chair and rose to my feet, deciding to do something productive once in a while.
But suddenly the lights went out. How fascinating. I went forward to retrieve my phone but realising it was dead, I let out a long sigh and turned my back to go to the door.
As I pulled it open I was shocked to see the staff running around like some mysterious creatures in the dark. Some were bellowing orders while the others calmed the residents. It shouldn't be a surprise considering this was a high end place and power cuts were not at all usual.
I wandered further into the hall to call someone but everyone seemed busy by either running or complaining.
"What is the meaning of this? Don't you have a generator? And how can there be power cuts in this neighborhood?" A woman in a shower cap shouted at an employee who looked like he met the grim reaper.
"Miss, all the generators are broken. We don't know how but we're trying out best to get the power back as soon as possible. So it would be better if you can stay inside until everything is sorted out"
knowing that I could do nothing but wait I turned and walked back to my penthouse. But to my surprise the door was open. I vaguely remember closing although I doubt I locked it.
I went inside and took my power bank out of a drawer to charge my phone. The power bank also had it's battery running low but I hoped that it would be enough to make at least one call.
Turning my phone on, I noticed that there were many missed calls. Mostly from my mother, no surprise there. Annoyed I turned it back off and kept my phone on the dinning table and walked to the kitchen.
Suddenly a loud shattering of glass echoed from the living room.
I ran to the living room in a hurry and came to a stop seeing a glass vase lying broken on the floor. Fear struck me and I ran to the door only to realize that it was locked. I tried opening it several times but all was in vain.
As I was trying to force the door open once more, someone stepped over the shattered glass behind me. My breathing hitched, panic surging through my body. I slowly turned my head and glimpse a silhouette of a tall, bulky man, standing right behind me.
His hands reached out and I screamed out loud in fright as I dodged him and ran upstairs to hide inside my closet.
"You want to play hide and seek? Well guess what, that's my favorite game" The man chuckled in a hoarse voice.
I heard doors opening and closing and my belongings being smashed into smithereens. He was only a few rooms away, shouting my name, smashing everything he could find.