You Wanted Me to Beg Before Marriage? Too Bad, I Walked First Chapter 04

You Wanted Me to Beg Before Marriage? Too Bad, I Walked First Chapter 04

His phone hit the floor and shattered.

Evan’s chest heaved as he snapped, “Maya, are you really this stupid, or are you pretending? Can you seriously not tell when I don’t mean what I’m saying?”

I pressed my lips together, disappointed. “You can’t even give me one week?”

“This isn’t about one week or two.”

“Unbelievable. What is wrong with you?”

“Do you actually want to break up with me?”

“You’re the one who brought it up.”

Evan smacked himself hard on the forehead.

“For God’s sake. So if I say we’re breaking up, we’re breaking up? If I told you to eat shit, would you do that too?”

“Do you not have a brain?”

“Don’t you know you can’t just throw around breakup threats?”

He ranted furiously and kicked the coffee table, but his eyes never left me.

I lowered my head and avoided his gaze.

“Maya, look at me.”

I said nothing.

“Maya, my foot hurts.”

I still said nothing.

“Maya, you’re unbelievable.”

Evan picked up his phone and ordered, “Go make dinner. Are you trying to starve me?”

I did not want to respond anymore.

I made steamed broccoli and baked cod for myself.

His face tightened into a deep scowl.

“That’s it?”

He eyed the food with open disdain and complained, “You didn’t even set out a plate and fork for me. You’re getting more useless by the day.”

“Evan,” I said, stopping him.

“I didn’t make dinner for you.”

“What am I supposed to eat?”

“Whatever you want.”

He gave a furious, incredulous laugh. “Fine. Like I wanted your food anyway.”

He stormed back into the bedroom and slammed the door.

A moment later, he poked his head out again.

“I’d rather starve than touch your food. Even if you begged me, I wouldn’t eat it.”

I stared at the closed bedroom door and sat alone at the dining table for the first time.

The unfamiliar feeling could only be described as peace.

That night, I went to prepare the guest room.

Evan nearly kicked the door off its hinges.

“What are you trying to prove? Now you’re sleeping in a separate room?”

I lay in the guest bed and listened to him screaming at his game.

I tried to reason with him. “Evan, it’s late. Get some rest.”

“I have work tomorrow, and the neighbors are going to complain.”

“We’re supposedly breaking up, so what gives you the right to tell me what to do?”

I stopped trying to reason with him and decided that I would tour apartments after work the next day.

Evan grabbed me.

“Considering you used to know how to behave, I’m giving you one more chance.”

“What chance?”

Evan let out a short, incredulous “Huh?”

“What do you think?”

I pulled free of his grip.

“I’m going to bed.”

He caught me again and forcibly turned me around until I was facing him.

“Maya, I’ll still go through with the courthouse wedding.”

“As long as you stop making mistakes.”

“Evan.”

“I think both of us need more time to think.”

He released me, then pointed a finger so close to my face that it nearly touched my nose.

“Maya, take a good look at yourself. Do you really think you’re such a prize that I can’t live without you?”

“I can have any woman I want. You’re the one who needs to ask yourself what you are without me.”

“Get lost!”

I had long since grown accustomed to the way he spoke and to his unpredictable mood swings.

I had also learned to face him without showing any emotion.

I merely nodded, returned to the guest room, and forced myself to fall asleep.

At some point, I vaguely heard a neighbor knocking on the door, but the sound soon stopped.

Something kept brushing back and forth across my face.

Maybe it was a mosquito.

Whatever it was, it was irritating.

The next morning, Evan had bought breakfast for the first time in ages.

He looked deeply aggrieved when he saw me.

“You sleep like the dead, but somehow you still know when it’s time to eat.”

“Maya, if you break up with me, forget breakfast. You won’t even make it to work on time.”

I cut him off.

“Evan, did you turn off my alarm?”

“So what if I did? You’re a grown woman. You still need an alarm to wake up?”

Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and he yawned as soon as he finished speaking.

There was no point arguing with him, so I changed my phone passcode.

He had insisted that every password I use be his birthday, which had never been secure in the first place.

I ate a few hurried bites and was about to leave when he suddenly called after me.

“Maya, you still haven’t said you’ll miss me.”

I could no longer bring myself to say it, so I pretended not to hear him.

“Maya.”

This time, I did not even want to listen.

I quickly crouched down to put on my shoes, but his next words made me freeze.

“I deleted the report you have to submit today from your computer.”

When he saw the shock on my face, he smiled with open satisfaction.

“Relax. I made a backup.”

“But if you can’t make me happy, I’ll delete that too.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Maya, I have plenty of ways to make you do what I want.”