"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly, and my grip on the file tightened.
"I wanted to see the records of the letters that you have received and replied.'' I told him the truth, and showed him the file.
He furrowed his brows as if he was not expecting it to be this, "but why do you need to do that? I have never tried to take any of your letter or hide it, you get every letter that is written to you." he gave justification and I shook my head, I am not that narrow minded to think it that way.
"I wanted to check sothing else." I debated in my mind, whether to tell him or not.
"You want to check my letters." Although he was asking, his tone was already full of surety, so I nodded.
"Why?" he asked and I took a deep breath.
"Cassius, can i give the reply after checking one thing, it is very important for and my trust over you.'' I asked if there was a record of Isabella sending him a letter, then there would be no use in the whole conversation. But if there was not, then i would tell him the truth.
He looked at with complicated gaze, "you ask to trust you, Marianne, but have you ever trusted ?" he asked but then without waiting for to reply nodded, "go on, check what you want to do, i am waiting here patiently for your explanation." he added and I nodded.
Without waiting for a second I opened the registered land and checked each date. My eyes narrowed as there was the na of Isabella, almost twice or sotis thrice each week.
So she was right, they ddi exchange letters. I sighed as I closed the record book.
"I am still waiting for an explanation, Marianne," he said. I just wanted to laugh, he was the one having an affair and he wanted to explain.
But then my eyes snapped open and I turned the parchnts again, one by one, I turned them and with each turn the surprise on my face grew.
She had written letters to him, yes! But did he reply, no! There was not even a single ntion of his reply.
"Why did you not reply to isabella's letter?" I asked as I narrowed my gaze on him.
He looked surprised by my sudden question, "pardon!! What are you talking about." he asked, looking at as if I were speaking a foreign language.
"I an why did she write so many letters to you, there are even two leeters a day here?" i asked as i pointed at the records.
He looked at and then at the records as if i was crazy, "so in the middle of the night, you entered my study stealthily to know how many letters Isabella had written to " his voice was like he was trying to ask if i was crazy!
"I don't want to hear your sarcastic comnts, I want to know the truth"i emphasised and finally the man nodded looking at my seriousness.
"I don't know why she wrote so many letters and since i don't know i can't reply, can i" he replied as if it was obvious and i was a fool here.
"What do you an you don't know why she wrote a letter to you and what she said in it?"
He sighed as he rubbed his forehead, "Marianne de Luca, no matter how horrible my husband is in your eyes, I am still your husband. So why would i write or reply to a woman who is not my wife.
And what had she written, no one knows. Clara is instructed to throw all the letters in the dustbin whenever she receives it, but if you are so much interested in the letters, i will instruct her to send all the letters to you from the next ti." he replied and my eyes glimred.
"Really, would you do that?" I asked with a bright smile.
"Are you serious mari, have you lost your mind sowhere?" he asked exasperated but i didn't care, i wanted to know what exactly did she write and why did she spread the rumour.
"Why, since you have to throw it anyway then throw it in my chamber, i would gladly like to read them to have a new leisure activity in my free ti." I added and he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples hard. I did not care what he thought, when he had taken as a sane woman anyway.
"Alright, I will send all the letters to you from now on. Anything else." he asked in a tired voice but I nodded.
"Cassius, if you don't reply to her letter. Why don't you deny her to write you any?" i asked curios and he sighed.
"I had, I told her that I am busy with my work and did not get the ti to read letters that are not useful and would waste ti. But she did not stop and I don't want to see her face even to deny her again.
Thank goodness, she had lessen her visits to palace, or else i was sure i would have turned so nauseous that i would have puked one day." he said as he continued to rub his temples and his eyes were red, he was looking like a man ca straight out of graves, so much tired and burdened.
But the point was HE FELT NAUSEOUS LOOKING AT ISABELLA.
I wanted to shout these words so loudly that the whole world could hear it unless my heart got satisfied with it. I saw him taking a liquid out of the drawer and mixing it in water.
"Then," i coughed to clear my voice and to gain her attention, "you never had a physical relation with her, right?" i asked in a low voice and in the next second i was drenched with the water as he choked and spit it all over .
But before I could be angry and glare at him I cowered looking at his red blazing eyes.
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