I shrugged and started to walk out but he put out his arm and blocked my way.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" I could feel a fit of slight anger in his voice.

I rolled my eyes and he stared at me, waiting for me to talk.

"Guest room. I guess we don't need to pretend to be married when there are only two of us in this house, right?" I said giving him that winning fake smile.

He clenched his jaw, dropped his arm, and came closer.

"You are living in the same room as me," he said in a low voice.

"You don't owe me. It was just a deal. Deal to get married, not to be your wife," I said feeling annoyed.

"Whatever, you are not leaving," he looked behind me. I know he was angry but I didn't care.

"Oh, so what are you going do to stop me?" I asked, daring him to stop me.

He came closer, narrowing his eyes. He slid his arm around my waist, and pulled me close to him, tightening his grip. Our lips were so close that I felt like he was going to kiss me.

He stared at my lips for some time and then I don't know what happened that he shook his head. I felt his grip slowly loosen up and then without saying anything he left.

I stood there looking at the leaving figure. I thought he would yell or force me to stay but he didn't. Did I want that? Of course not but what with his behavior? I stood there for a while feeling confused. I don't know why but somewhere I thought he would come back and yell but he didn't. He is so weird. I went to the guest room and unpacked my things. It felt good to be alone. After that, I didn't bother to go down to eat.

For four days straight, I didn't see him anywhere. My sister called me time and again to ask how my honeymoon was going on. Honeymoon? I found out that he had told her, we were on honeymoon. I guess he forgot to tell her that he was on honeymoon with someone else not with me.

"Bastard," I thought to myself.

Ok, This marriage was fake but at least he could have some respect for it. It was his choice to marry me, not mine. Even though he lied, he did me a favor by keeping me away from after-marriage rituals. I didn't really like it and it was a huge relief to not be part of it.

While preparing lunch, I asked Tina where he was and she said he was in his office and came back yesterday. Did he come back yesterday from where? Oh yeah, his honeymoon but why was I so pissed off? It's great that he is not coming in front of me and he is doing me a favor by leaving me alone. I didn't want to see his face.

I told her to call him for dinner but instead of coming out, he asked her to bring the food to his office. Is he trying to ignore me? Like I care, who gives a flying fuck. Tina took the food towards his office and I eat in silence. While eating, everything was bothering me. When was his deal gonna end and I will be free? I couldn't control myself and eager to know about it, I went straight to his office not finishing my meal. I stood in front of the door and lightly knocked on the door.

"I have not finished yet, Tina," came from another side of the door. I rolled my eyes.

I opened it anyway and stepped in.

"I.." he stopped as soon as his eyes landed on me.

"So, so, don't tell me you are afraid to live in that room alone and want to come back to our room," he said smirking, he got nerves to tease me? I glared at him.

"I don't want to live in the same room with the person who goes out on honeymoon with another woman while leaving his wife at home," I said using air quotes at the word "wife".

He gritted his teeth and stood up.

"What did you say?"

"What you heard," I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I didn't go on honeymoon with another woman. I am not that stupid. Trust me on that."

Some kind of relief washed over me. why would I care?

"Trust you?" I laughed "I don't care what you do or how many women you go out with. I just want this deal to be over."

He slowly came towards me. I know he was angry so he didn't look at me. He was looking behind me. I don't know why he did that.

"So tell me, when this meaningless marriage gonna end," I demanded.

"We haven't even got married for five days and someone is already eager to leave," he said trying to suppress his anger.

"Yes, can't wait," I said and he finally looked at me. His hands were inside the pant pocket.

"You know what? I have the right to know about the deal." It came out harshly.

"Don't raise your voice," he said calmly.

"If I didn't then what?" I said glaring at him. I was so angry that I wanted to punch him.

He studied me for some time. He took his hands out of his pocket. I crossed my arms ready to face what was coming but all he said was,

"Leave,"

I looked at him, confused. He always confused me. He never fought with me or showed me anger. I would find ways to show my anger but he was always so calm.

He was about to speak but I cut him off.

"Instead of saving me why didn't you let me die. I was better off dead." I almost screamed.

He clenched his fist. I looked at his fist and then at his face.

"So, Mr devil is angry," I said in a mocking tone. He looked at me with a confused look. Maybe he was shocked that I gave him that nickname. It suited him to be honest. He was indeed a devil. A devil who saved me without my choice and made a deal when I was not in good condition. The devil, who married me, made me his wife and went on honeymoon with another woman and got the nerve to tell my sister.

I was blooming with anger.

"I can't even explain how much I hate you. Right now, I want to punch you or wish I could kill you for ruining my life, for everything." I said and without letting him say a word I storm out in rage.

My life was already ruined before him. There was nothing left to ruin but I don't know why I said that. Maybe in anger, we tend to speak nonsense and so did I. I said whatever came into my mouth without thinking to calm my anger. Somewhere it pained me knowing he would turn out just like my parents. Even if it's just a deal at least he could respect it until we were divorced.