Ever So Sweet

Isabel's POV

"Change that dress, you look awful in it." Alexander said in a commanding tone.

The dress, a red revealing short gown, which hugged my curves, featuring a daring plunging neckline.

Glancing through myself and looking back at the mirror, I asked,  "what's wrong with my dress, not like it's the first time am wearing it."

"I don't have to give you any explanation or talk further on this, just change it like I said!" He retorted.

His tone is cold, but still handsome as ever.

He stood at an imposing 6'3", his height adding to his commanding presence.

Alexander used to love me. I want to believe so.

He used to be a loving and doting husband. Even though there's a side of him that I'm yet to understand. He's sometimes aggressive, tends to be controlling and commanding.

I've tried to talk to him, but it always ends in arguments, never accepting the fact that he has an issue.

It has just been messy.

My once loving husband has turned to a stranger.

I couldn't even break the news of my pregnancy with him.

He's hardly ever around, barely shows interest or ever listens.

I don't even know who to confide in about what's going on.

His mom, Sabbrina, the bossy and authoritative Chairwoman of the King's Empire, makes matters worse.

She hates that an ordinary girl like me is married to her billionaire son.

Her son, Alexander King is the CEO and heir to the King's Empire. The billion dollar company that has their branch spread across Los Angeles.

It's crazy.

I sometimes ask myself, "Is he still the same man I fell in love with and married?"

"Am I living with an entirely different person?" 

At times, I feel like I didn't know Alexander well enough to marry him.

Today, I can't seem to understand the display of attitude over my dress.

After several careful thoughts, I decided to ask, looking directly into his cute blue eyes. "Alexander, do you still love me? trying to find a console in his reply.

But was torn aback by his reply.

He glares at me for a moment longer, placing his hand at the back of his neck, as if trying to find a way out, before finally saying, "You don't need to ask me such a question." I have a meeting to attend to, I'm leaving.

Of course, as the CEO of a billion dollar company, he'd definitely choose that over me anytime!

He always chooses work over me, like I meant nothing to him.

The tension in the room is icy, and I don't know how long I would hold up before I break down.

And just like that, Alexander left, leaving me with my  unanswered questions.

"Could it be that he's fed up, and he's already tired of me?" Tears rolls down my eyes uncontrollably.

I sit by the window, staring blankly at the rain-soaked cityscape. My eyes, feeling the weight of sadness and betrayal.