Find my wife

Chapter twenty-one
Henry
I'm not all enthralled about the whole wedding. Just yesterday, I felt like I could have stood my ground about the fact that I didn't want to marry such a lady.
I don't know why I am suddenly drawn into accepting but the reason I rejected was because of how Hattie is.
I just don't like her mood, her everything. She reminds me more of myself which I don't like. I don't want someone like me.
And she believed I love her so much because of her beauty. She thinks so highly of herself.
I'm not saying she's not beautiful with the brain but there are some things I still can't pinpoint about her.
All I know is that I hate her, period!
I don't know why mom had to tell Dad about my plan of divorcing her. And dad had to call over to complain.
To him, I'm supposed to feed her with my liters and make sure she gets pregnant immediately after this night with her.
But I have no interest in doing so. So, I called the residence and informed them I would be coming late.
I don't care. I will let her get tired of waiting. I will make sure she be the one to propose the idea of getting an invoice.
I open the door and look up, just immediately to see Hattie run upstairs. What's she doing running around?
None of the maids are around, they must have all retired to their quarters. Leaving me and my bride alone for our first night together.
It's not really something special.
I'm sure Hattie isn't a virgin and I'm not either. I wonder why it has to look so weird.
Aside from that, I am not in the mood to entertain such an idea.
But it will be something else if one of the maids inform my father that I didn't sleep in the master's bedroom.
I don't know why I have a feeling that my father has planted one of his in here.
It's something he can do. So, I won't be surprised if something like that happens.
I walk up the staircase and hesitate in front of the door. Should I just see Hattie like a girl I picked up from the bar?
I don't know why I have hated her so much.
And because she's a good liar. Imagine her flipping through showing she loves me and proving hard to get. As if I don't know she's madly in love with me.
Gosh, I don't believe I'm a husband already.
Enough of it, if I can't bring myself to sleep with Hattie. It shouldn't be a bother. There's a way I can do it.
I walk inside, the first thing my eyes go to is a blanket huddled together at the feet of the bed.
There are champagne and wines. I look around with shock at the broken glass.
Hattie was really getting prepared for her first night. I don't believe it.
My eyes dart to the bed, but she's not there. Is she in the bathroom?
Of course, she might want to shower and put on her lingerie. Gosh, as if I care.
I walk closer to the bed and realize that there seems to be a weight under the blanket.
Can it be Hattie?
That's nonsense. Why will Hattie sleep on the floor cuddled together? Well, because she was waiting for her husband.
So funny!
I move closer and pull down the blanket. A gasp escapes me as I stare at sleepy Roanna.
What the fuck is Roanna doing here?
And where the fuck is Hattie?
I thought I saw her go up the stairs the other time?
Or is she in the bathroom?
"Hattie!!" I open the bathroom door but she's not in.
Where the fuck did she go? I walk back to Roanna and hit her slightly. Why the heck is she lying like this? And why is the floor such a mess?
Roanna of all people knows how I like to keep my house clean! She shouldn't be the one going against that simple rule.
I shudder Roanna again but she only moved. She's not even ready to wake up.
What the heck is this? I clench my fist beside me angrily. I've never felt so angry in all my life. It seems as though something is boiling in me.
I walk to my bedstand and hit the bell so vigorously that I fear I might have damaged the bell within.
The bell sounds round the whole house and I heard it even in my room.
Within minutes, all my maids are standing before me. Clara, Rose, Mash, and Cecilia.
I look at Rose, she's the oldest. And I expect her to guard the ladies well, "How do you explain all this?" I mutter thickly.
"I have no idea how all this happened," she stammers, looking past me, at Roanna.
"You don't? And where the fuck is Hattie?"
"Roanna told me the Mistress sent her to get some sleeping pills. That's all I know," Cara mummer, you can vividly see the fear I had passed across.
I veer away from them to conceal the embarrassment I feel.
That bitch! Didn't think Hattie have these tricks off her sleeves. Though, I was sure somehow.
She's used to a jeklly and Haide life.
But I don't believe she ran off because she didn't want us to have our night together?
I mean she saw me the other time. She was supposed to go back inside the room and wait for me.
What the fuck is wrong with her!
While we were in the church, she looked at me as if she would like to have me on a plate, whole.
Those endearing look of hers has nearly hynotise me.
But in the next, shes running away from me.
Why is she like that?
I turn back to look at the maids, "Go. I want you to find where Hattie is now!" I scream at them. I made sure they hear the hardness in my voice.
" Yes, sir," they stammers before walking out.
I look at Roanna for a while and set out to look for Hattie myself.
If noone can find her, then I will. She's my wife afterall.