The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

He's late again.

I don't want to be the annoying wife, who doesn't give her husband a chance to breathe, but disappointment is tearing me apart and I'm not sure if this is considered an exaggeration or not.

Silas and I have been married for a year and three months. Our one-year anniversary was amazing. In fact, our first year together was too good to be true, but I don't know why there's a negative feeling in my gut whenever I think about our second year.

On our one-year anniversary, Silas decided to take me on a three-day vacation to Hawaii where he made every moment memorable. He organized a majestic beach date that was literally as beautiful as the romantic gestures I read about in the novels. It wasn't just the fact that he booked an entire beach for us. He gave me my own beach cinema that night.

He pulled a few strings and managed to get me a copy of a movie I wanted to watch even though it hadn't been released yet. We cuddled on comfy schezlongs for the whole time, wrapped up in a warm blanket, savoring every second of that unforgettable night. I know that life isn't supposed to be a fairytale all the time, but I can't help but notice some changes that has been going on lately. The thing is, I don't know if there's something I'm doing wrong or this is just marriage.

But I have seen my parents and how beautiful their marriage is. I know that they did not have an ideal start, but as I look at them now, I always pray to end up having the same marriage they have. They do have their disagreements like any other couple, but I have always appreciated how they always put their love above anything else. Neither of them cares about winning an argument as their main worry is not hurting each other.

If anybody looks at my marriage with Silas from the outside, they're going to think that everything is perfect, but I can tell something has been going on for the past three months. At my darkest moments, I think that Silas has grown bored of being with me, but I try not to give in to these thoughts.

Career-wise, we're doing great. He is getting the attention he deserves for being the great football player he is. My designs are getting recognized and my first fashion show was two months ago. It was a huge success.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Before that show, I had a couple of dresses displayed at one of the shows Mum hosts every year for all the designers who work with her. Mum's fashion house is a safe place for all aspiring designers. She has four collections that get released annually. Each one is a collection of outfits that are designed by others under her supervision. None of the designs has her signature label, but they have the label of the fashion house. There are two collections that she releases yearly where the dresses are all designed by her and they have her signature label.

The amazing thing she does is that she hosts a fashion show annually where all designers get to showcase two dresses of their designs and although they have the label of the fashion house, each design has the name of its designer. She has helped a lot of aspiring designers and she's widely known for appreciating everybody who works for her.

As her daughter, she wants the world to know that I'm the heir to her brand. That's why she allowed me to have my own fashion show under the fashion house's name. Nobody has this privilege but me, and while I was really hesitant about taking this step, she was the one who pushed me to do that. She said that she wanted me to be prepared and make a name for myself from a young age, because she wanted to make sure that the fashion house was in safe hands when she would decide to step down.

I don't think the world will ever be ready for the moment when Emily Kensington steps down. She has dressed queens and princesses and everybody trusts her impeccable taste. Being her daughter, I know I will always get compared to her and honestly, I don't know if anybody can be as good as Emily Kensington.

Silas and I have been busy lately, but when he told me a couple of days ago that he would finish practice early today, I told him to come home as soon as possible because I was going to cook for him.

He promised to be here on time, but he broke his promise. It's already nine at night and Silas is nowhere to be seen and he's not replying to my texts or answering my phone calls. Two months ago, I would have thought that something bad might

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have happened to him, but this isn't the first time to face something like that. This is the second time this month and we still have nine days to reach its end. He did it once last month.

The food I cooked is cold now and I have blown out the candles because what's the point of a candlelit dinner if there's nobody to have the dinner with?

I look again at my phone, hoping to find a new text from him, but there's not a single text or even a missed call. I take a deep breath and pour myself some wine from the expensive bottle I bought today.

One glass turns into three and when I look at the clock, my eyes widen when I notice that it's almost midnight. I push myself up, feeling my body weighed down by the major disappointment I'm feeling. I feel everything swirling around me for a couple of seconds before my world steadies again.

I don't bother with cleaning the dinner table, wanting him to notice that he has forgotten about our plans. I make my way to our bedroom and change after taking off my clothes and washing my face.

Not wanting to sleep next to him, I make my way to one of the guest bedrooms we have in our huge mansion. I close my eyes the moment my head hits the pillow and soon, I fall asleep with a lot of negative thoughts in my head.

I don't know when Silas comes back, but at some point at night, he comes back home. I think he has looked for me, I feel him opening my door, yet I act asleep, not wanting to talk to him.

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"I'm sorry," he murmurs and his lips kiss my head. His empty apology hurts a lot because I have a strong feeling that this is going to happen again.

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