Chapter 7

Simmi's POV

" Listen to one thing and once and for all, this house is not yours, it's mine!! " Betty said.

" Is it?? How?? " I challenged her.

" Because I am his legally wedded wife, Betty Anderson." She said confidently.

His wife?? Then who am I??

I looked at Liam but he was avoiding looking at me.

" Will you not introduce me to this wife of yours, Darling?? " I said and when he didn't say anything, I slapped him very hard. He lost his balance and stumbled a few steps.

Thanks to all the ghee, butter and milk I had been taking in my diet being a foodie, I was stronger than I looked.

" How dare you hit my husband in my home? What has he done? Or shall I call the police? " She said.

" I am very daring... Especially when I have nothing to lose now. Why don't you ask this pathetic husband of yours, why I slapped him and why was he trying to send me away instead of calling the police?? " I replied and turned on my heel and came out.

There was no point in staying here if he was married to her as well. I didn't want to give further proof of my stupidity. I left everything and came here to be with him??

I pulled my heavy strollers behind me to find a cab. Luckily I found one easily and went back to the same hotel, where I had stayed a few hours ago. Thankfully, the room was still available. I hired it for two more days.

I went to the room and threw myself on the bed and cried a lot... I was shocked at what happened to me. When I left my home, I was feeling bad for leaving my lovely family behind but I was blinded by his love and his fake claims of being in love.

I was a bit apprehensive about my married life and my future in a foreign country, but I didn't expect this was waiting for me here.

I had met him during my training in hotel management, he was a guest in the same hotel, I was working with. We met and instantly liked each other and after a short and sweet affair, he proposed and convinced me to get married to him.

My family would have never accepted him. They were old school and believed in only arranged marriages where parents select the spouse for their children after looking at all the pros and cons like family background, business, status, education etc.

They would have killed me if I had told them about my affair. So I didn't dare to tell them that I was getting married to Liam. But his stay there was going to be over and he had to go back to Canada, so we got married and just when I dared to think of introducing him to my family, my grandfather got a major heart attack and he was rushed to the hospital.

My family members were already very tense and I could not add more tension to their lives. So I kept that information to myself. I convinced him that he should go to Canada and I would tell everything to my parents as soon as it was possible and would join him there later on.

I was amazed that he agreed to it and was really impressed when he didn't suggest at least the consummation of our marriage. I thought he was so sensitive and emotional that he could understand without me saying anything. I was feeling very awkward starting our married life while my grandfather was fighting for his life.

He left for Canada and I went to see off him at the airport with a heavy heart and tearful eyes.

We were in proper contact with each other through the internet, phone etc. He has been saying that he was missing me very badly and wished me to come to him. The last time I talked to him was about 4 days back. He was missing me so much that he married someone in desperation??

How could I trust my life with a stranger like him over my parents who gave birth to me? Who could be more concerned about my well-being than them??

My parents had been right about him when they said that the man didn't seem to be reliable. But I paid no heed to what they said, thinking that they were just prejudiced about him since I told them that I can't marry a man of their choice.

They tried to convince me to get married to the son of an equally influential, rich and famous family. They were praising him like anything as if he was some kind of prince. But I thought that they were biased about him since they selected him for me.

They were pestering me to get married. I kept buying some time, but now they were getting very serious. So I had to tell them that I loved him, but mom slapped me very hard and told me to forget him

Anyway, there was no point in thinking about all that. I hurt them by coming here without saying anything to them and my god had punished me for hurting my family.

I could not go back to them now. Though I was sure that they would be angry with me but would accept me back in their lives I had a lot of self-respect and could not go back like this.

One day, I would go back but only when I achieve something good in my life. I didn't want them to think of me as a complete failure. I was the best chef in my college, I could work as a chef in some multi-cuisine restaurants. And once I become successful and earn money and fame, I can go back.

I calmed down and chalked out what could be done now, I had to collect myself and start my life all over again. I didn't bring a lot of money with me but I had the jewellery that my mom had thought of giving me at my wedding.

Getting up from the bed, I rushed into the washroom and washed my face, combed my hair and applied light make-up. When I was assured that I looked absolutely composed and in control of myself, I went to the reception and asked for the manager.

He came to talk to me and I asked him if there was any vacancy for a chef.

He looked at me for a second and asked me if I wanted a job as if he could not believe that.

" Yes, I would like to get a job, I am a professional chef. "

" Sorry, ma'am we don't have a job opening at the moment. " He said.

" Any other job in the hotel?? I don't mind doing any job... "

" No ma'am, but there are a few restaurants, cafes and diners... You may get it on one of them. " He said politely.

" Thanks a lot... And since I would be staying here, I need affordable accommodation at a low price. Can you suggest me something? I asked.

" Ma'am, I will ask around and will let you know if and when I get to know something regarding this. " He said.

" Thanks! " I smiled at him and went out to look around. There was no point in sulking over the spilt milk.

I took a stroll around the area and visited a few restaurants in that area and asked if they needed a chef or kitchen helper but didn't get the desired offer.

One of the good restaurants offered me a job as a waitress. I didn't want it but beggars can't be choosers... So I told them, " I was looking for a job as a chef, and I want to try for it first and if I don't get the placement as a chef in two days, I will be back to take the job. " I thanked them and came out of the restaurant.

I was going to try the next place when someone tapped on my shoulder, I was shocked as no one knew me there.

" Hey, sweet pretty girl!! " I turned to see the man who sat beside me on flight and then gave me a lift to this town.

" Hi!! How are you?? "

" What are you doing, roaming here alone?? Are you not in a hurry to go and be with your husband?? You would meet him after a year?? I thought you must have been lost in the arms of your very handsome husband by now. " He said with a smile.

" I had some errands to run. " I said.

" Already?? What can be more important than going to meet your husband? " He asked.

What was his problem?? Why was he asking me so many questions??