Crazy Fake Wife. Episode 36

????CRAZY FAKE WIFE

{Forcefully Betrothed}

EPISODE 36. {The Other Side Of Him.}

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~TAMARA~

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I open my eyes slowly and I can feel my head banging repeatedly. God, I think I’m going to have a headache.
After crying myself to sleep last night and finally been able to sleep about four, I should have expected that I would have a headache this morning.

I groan as I stare up at the ceiling. The events that leads to me having a headache resurfacing.
I don’t get the deal about Ethan. It’s like he’s getting more and more insecure about this with each passing day and I don’t really blame him cause no boyfriend would allow their girlfriend to be with another man like this but again, he should know that I would never allow him to touch me. I will never allow Bryan to touch me and he doesn’t even want to touch me, I have try telling him repeatedly, day by day that there’s nothing gong on between us. We don’t have any other relationship apart from the fact that we hate each other and we would do anything to watch each other suffer but Ethan just doesn’t understand that.

I just wish that these three hundred and sixty five day would pass by quickly, today marks the sixth day and so much has happened already.

I sigh as I turn to my side, thinking that I would see Bryan but he’s nowhere to be found but his body is still imprinted on the bed which gives me the idea that he must have gotten up few minutes before I woke up.

I sigh before standing up, my headache pounding even harder and I groan, shaking it off and grabbing my phone from beside me.
I stare at his contact and click on it and just like it had been doing since the past ten hours, he isn’t picking up and it’s going straight to voicemail.

I shouldn’t have told him to go to hell or told him to go fuck other bitches if he wants to but I had been so angry that I didn’t even stop to think about what I’m saying.

I groan as I hold onto my head once again, it’s now hurting even more than it should and I start standing up but my vision is blurry.
I groan before laying gently back against the headboard, my eyes closed and me staring up at the ceiling.

I hear the door open but I did not have enough strength in me to open my eyes and see who it is so I just keep them closed knowing it would either be Mother or Gwen or Bryan.

“Are you okay? ”
It’s Bryan and I’m surprised that he asked that In fact. He doesn’t care about me and only love to watch me suffer, he must be mocking me right now. Of my state.
I’m exactly how he wants me to be. Suffering.

However, when I open my eyes. The thought that he must like watching me suffer changes cause when I had looked up at him, his eyes were so full of concern.

He makes his way towards me, not breaking eye contact with me as he placed his hand over my forehead and pull away quickly as if I had been him.

“Oh fucking hell! You’re burning up! ”
He groans before grabbing my shoulder, his touch feeling hot against my skin as he lays me down on the bed and walks out of the room.

Minutes later, he comes back in with Gwen and mother and a maid holding first aid box while the other holds ice pack and the other holds some things I don’t know. I can’t even think right now.

“Come here. ”
Bryan says and I didn’t understand what he’s trying to do until he lays my head on his lap and my breath quickens. He didn’t just do that, right?

“Bring it. I will do it myself. ”
He mutters to the maid and take the ice pack wrapped in a cloth as he slowly presses it to my head while holding my hand and I’m wondering who the hell is this alien and where the fuck is Bryan fucking hall?