Chapter Six: Sharpened Knives and Rash Decisions

Daphne's POV

I wake up the next morning and see that my husband’s side of the bed is not slept in. That’s no surprise.

Greg always does this. Any time he got angry at me he would find ways to punish me in different subtle ways, especially when I wasn’t at fault or his ego was bruised so I would cave and apologize because I didn’t want him to be mad at me.

Well, I’m not doing that this time.

I come downstairs and go straight to the kitchen to get ready for breakfast. I have a lot to do and I want to start the day well.

Just as I bring out ingredients out of the fridge, my husband walks in dressed in workout clothes although he doesn’t seem sweaty at all.

He plops down at the breakfast bar and says without so much as a good morning.

“Your sister is coming over for breakfast. She wants blueberry muffins and make sure to add cheese to her omelet.” He orders as he taps at his phone.

I plaster a bright smile on my face and reply him. “Sure thing, honey. Did she call to say she was coming over?”

He stiffens at the question and narrows his eyes in irritation. That means his ‘run’ was with her.

“Why would that matter? We met when I went out for my morning run okay, you stalking creep. You should try it sometime.”

He looks at me up and down taking in my curves with unabashed disgust. “God knows you need to lose weight.”

On the contrary, it's the opposite. I’ve lost a lot of weight in the past month from all the stress I've been going through and I owe it all to my husband.

Never mind the fact his clothes aren’t even sweaty from his ‘run’ and that Chloe couldn’t run to save her life. Like always, he decides to deflect with insults.

This is just like him to put me down anytime it strikes his fancy. He is so openly cruel to me while treating my sister like an angel that fell on earth. I still do not understand how long it took me to realize this.

“You really think so?” I ask innocently.

“The doctor did say I shouldn’t undergo any strenuous activity in my condition but I can ask if I can workout though, okay?”

The reminder that I’m pregnant causes him to pale visibly. “Don’t talk about that, your sister might hear. She could come at any moment.”

He hisses out like I’m his mistress and my pregnancy is a dirty secret. This is just so pitable.

“Okay,” I reply brightly while chopping vegetables, changing the subject. No use aggravating him unnecessarily.

“Well, I’m going to visit my grandfather today. He flew in from Scotland just yesterday.” Of course, my grandfather is still in Scotland but he doesn’t need to know that.

I watch his face for any expressions.There is a tick in his jaw.

I look down at the vegetables to hide my smile.

“Do you want to come along?” I ask casually, without taking my attention off what I am doing.

I look up and see a look of fear cross his face but he quickly hides it with a scowl.

“Of course I don’t want to go, I clearly have work to do today. Do whatever you want. Just be back in time to make dinner.”

“Let me know when breakfast is ready.” He growls out angrily.

He turns on his heel and stomps out of the kitchen. I hear the door of the study slam shut a few seconds later.

I let out a smile at my husband’s behavior. He was so predictable. I knew bringing up my grandfather would put him in a bad mood but then, Greg had always been intimidated and dare I say, a bit scared of my grandpa.

Alexander Greyson is a force of nature who stood above everyone else. A self made man who worked hard from the ground up to get to where he is now.

Greg has always felt….. inadequate around him, that he would never measure up and that fact always puts him in a bad mood.

On the other side, I could say that the feeling is definitely mutual. Grandfather had always hated him. He had seen Greg for the scum that he is and rejected our marriage instantly but I was adamant and threatened to cut him out of my life if he went against us.

“Us?” I chuckle bitterly. There was never an us. Just me, a love sick fool who couldn’t see Greg for the spineless animal that he is.

So I knew my husband would refuse a visit if I offered. He wouldn't also want to know if it was true that he was around for fear of angering him.

Everything is going according to plan. I think to myself as I stir-fry the vegetables on the gas stove then whisk the eggs with practiced movements.

I would have time to have my meeting undisturbed because Greg wouldn’t want to check up on me and risk my grandfather’s anger.

He is already on poor standing with him as it is. Most importantly, he wouldn't want anything to interfere with the transfer of my assets to his name, so he would want to avoid being in grandpa’s sights as much as possible.

Just as I plate the eggs, my dearest sister skips into the kitchen, sits at the breakfast bar and snags a piece of toast and bacon off the plate.

“Morning Sis, Greggie said you were making breakfast. The toast’s a little burnt though. I hope my eggs don’t taste like that.” She says as she picks up even more bacon from the plate. Bacon that she said, just four days ago, made her skin break out.

I clench my fist as I feel annoyance burn through my veins.

I clench the knife in my hand and lif

t my arm up. That's it, I'm going to kill this bitch, right here, right now.