Chapter28 Can't be able to hate him

I went upstairs, not caring how awkward it must be for the two. As I was about to enter my room, I saw my reflection in one of the mirrors and grimaced at myself. I look like shit. No kidding, I had panda eyes from all the crying and my hair was fuzzy. I have to give credit to Samuel for not saying anything. I quickly took a shower and joined them. Surprisingly, Samuel and Analia were getting along perfectly. After some time, Samuel decided to go home.
"Isn't he just beautiful?" Analia muttered dreamily when he left, and I just laughed.
She asked me about my night, and I told her everything. We never hid anything from each other back there in high school, so why now? Let's say she didn't take it in a good way. It took me one hour to explain that I was really fine and to make her get rid of the baseball she had in her hands.
As I rested on my bed, I couldn't help but think about what Samuel told me. He said he had been through a lot, and I could tell by the way he would switch his moods on and off. But then again, did I deserve to be treated like this? It's all because of him, and the worst thing is that I can't bring myself to hate him. Not that I love him, but I don't think it's possible to hate someone.
I bet everyone was laughing at me. I don't blame them; I brought this upon myself. How can I be so stupid to order something without even knowing what it was? Why didn't I listen to them when they said "are you sure?" millions of times? Okay, maybe twice, but still I should have listened to my instincts. I was too busy watching PDA happening in front of my eyes, and when she taunted me, I felt like I had to order it. Stupid, stupid
Brielle
And that bastard. Okay, it is possible to hate someone. I felt my eyes welling up again. I did everything he told me to do without any complaints, and this is what I got. He called me a low-life in front of everyone. I especially miss that "Miss. Perfect" that was affecting me so much that it was actually worrying me. I need help. I have never felt so self-conscious before.
I know what I am going to do now. That contract will only last for 19 months, so after that I will leave. Yes, Zuriel made me sign that marriage contract because he was determined that his dad would transfer the whole empire into his name within 19 months. That's why he married me. He married me so that he could fulfil his dad's wish to see me as his daughter-in-law.
I breathe heavily. Heck, I will run away from that hell. This helped my nerves to calm down and I managed to get a few hours of sleep.
The next day, I've told Ivan and Zach to handle everything there in the company as I'm off-working for at least a week. The emotional damage caused by that fucking shit bastard was still fresh like salt in my wounds.
After two days, I went to meet my grandpa. He was mixing his sugar-free medicine in his tea when I arrived there.
We talked, and honestly, I've felt so much better after spending time with Grandpa.
Roohi and Nancy were out of town on business, Aunt was at her mother's house because her mother had a fever, my Uncle was in London for a business meeting, and Ivan went straight to his friend's house because he was spending the night with his group of boys.
I chose to stay here for a night for him, and since no one spends most of their time in the mansion, I chose to stay here for a day for him. Honestly, I missed Zuriel so much; all I wanted to scold was that man considered me nothing, but I still missed him like a stupid schoolgirl crush.
I was also thinking that what he might be doing was that he didn't try to contact me after that night.
I changed into my comfortable nightdress pyjamas and was about to lie on the bed, but the sound of the phone vibrating made me flinch.
"What the hell?" I muttered and quickly took the phone, which was calling me at this hour.
It was an unknown number. Should I pick it up or not?
I think I should pick up this call. What if it was an emergency and besides this, I haven't received any calls from Zuriel in these three days?
I said, picking up even though I did not want to.
"Your husband, Zuriel, is fighting with someone in the bar now." Would you mind coming in for him before he gets into more trouble? " The speaker said "He is in the Night Out club near USF."
"What is he doing?" I said, getting up and taking my jacket and my mini bag pack, putting my wallets and other things there, and heading to the pub with my sweat-pants, messy hair, and jacket.
"He picked up a fight with a group. They are having a dispute, and someone who knew him told me to call you. I got your number from somewhere. I am the bartender over here. My name is Vivian. "
"Thanks, Vivian, I will be there in ten," I said as I ended the call and looked for the direction. I had to go to make sure he was fine.
I walked to the pub, which was a twenty minute walk. I walked with my arms around myself and my hood up to hide my face. It is scary to walk outside alone.
Reaching the busy street, it felt much nicer to see lights and people around. I spotted the club and made my way through.
"My friend fought. I came to pick him up. Vivian, the bartender, told me to come and pick him up. I don't know if I should tell them that I am here for my husband, as after that last incident I was feeling really hurt because of him, and surely just like
I'm a low life for him. He's also nothing for me.
One nodded upon hearing that and led me inside. There I saw him. He was clinging to a girl like he was the Sahara dessert and that girl was the only source of water for him.
"What is wrong with you?" I told him when I saw the condition he was in.
"Brielle, is that you?" He stopped and took a closer look.
Great, just what I needed. A drunk Ziriel! I couldn't handle sober Zuriel, and now I have to deal with this.
I scrunched my nose as his minty breath hit my senses. The girl with him gave me an annoyed look before walking off. That was easy.
"Yes it is. Now let's go home. " I told him. A few people from the crowd were watching us intently. The atmosphere around me was making me very uncomfortable.
"What are you doing here?" He snapped at me.
I tell him, "I came here to take you home."
He snorted at my sentence. I can go home by myself, thank you. Mind
"Start your own fucking company."
I was hurt by his words, and I stayed silent because I was not sure what to say. Tears threatened to fall, but I am stronger than that. I won't let his words get to me, I told myself.
What he did with me that day was not enough that he was again hurting me. He's like this, and I was the complete idiot that I came here for him. He doesn't even talk with much respect with me.
"Fine. Then go home by yourself."I snapped at him.
"I'm sorry." He said when I was near the door. "Please don't leave me." He said, and I turned to look at him. His words made my heart flutter. I almost mistook his words for something else with the way his eyes were staring at me.
He was calling out for silent help and I wanted to turn and walk away before it sucked me in and dried me up, but I couldn't and so I stayed. I went to him and hugged him while he was sitting on the couch. His arms are around my waist as I am standing and hugging him.
Whatever this is between us, I have to figure it out soon.
"Come on, let's go." I kept my hand over his muscular waist and another one on his shoulder to support him. That bartender, who informed me, also helped me to make Zuriel sit in the car.
"Thank you so much," I quickly replied, pulling out a couple of dollars to give him as soon as he keeps Zuriel in the car.
Vivian shook his head, "It's okay, I didn't help you with the tip," and he politely refused.
"No, please take it and consider it as a thank-you treat from me," I requested and held his gaze.
He helped me so much in this situation.
He hesitated for a while, then took it after some time, and I drove us to a mansion.
I glanced at Zurile. He was murmuring something, laughing with himself.
But, most importantly, why did I help Zuriel today, even after what he did with me, and why the hell didn't I turn around when he rudely talked with me in the club?
Even after all those things he did with me, why have I not been able to get myself to hate him more?
Why?