You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

It was obvious to the bystanders that Miserable Matt, as they called him, was the submissive one in the marriage.

That was the impression that Matthew had left. The sight of him walking meekly behind his wife was amusing and pitiful.

Not content with just talking about it, some of them even took photographs of Matthew to be posted online. Even in them, his annoyed gaze upon Clarissa was evident.

Spurred by the vivid descriptions and amusing circumstances, the Internet’s interest in Matthew made him a trending topic once again.

When the couple had gotten into the car after Clarissa was finally done, their phones rang with notifications on the unflattering images and Matthew’s new moniker.

“Hmph! I think ‘Dramatic Matt’ is more appropriate,” said Clarissa with a disdainful glare at Matthew.

Matthew was a naturally gifted actor, and Clarissa understood that the entire charade was a farce. Unfortunately for her, she knew that she would be in for a thorough scolding the moment they reached home.

At the sound of her voice, Matthew looked up. Her stern glare made Matthew feel as if he had done something heinous and unforgivable.

“Clarissa, what did I do this time to earn your ire?” Matthew asked shamelessly.

“Stop pretending, Matthew.” Clarissa laughed coldly. “I’m sure you are well aware of what you did.”

Matthew shrugged. “I really am not.”

“You’re full of rubbish!” Clarissa employed the same phrase she used to describe her son previously. Like father, like son.

“Clare, I really don’t get what you mean,” Matthew persisted.

Clarissa’s smile was dangerously icy as her tolerance for his feigned ignorance ran thin. “Matthew, you wouldn’t have the patience to walk behind me all day if you really were upset, would you? You would have just hauled me back home instead of following me around and carrying my bags. If that wasn’t a show, I don’t know what is. I don’t believe for a second that you’re not aware that you’re a celebrity around these parts and that the other shoppers knew who you were. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? For everybody on the Internet to know that you’re such a wonderful husband that you wouldn’t leave me no matter how badly I had treated you. You’re a sly b*stard, Matthew.”

Matthew was not about to defend himself. Instead, he asked her a question in return. “So, you’re expecting me to haul you back home?”

Clarissa was rendered speechless. However, she quickly recovered for a retort. “Don’t change the subject! The point is that you planned the whole thing out to make me look bad. You…”

“Yes, I did. But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Matthew cut her off.

“I… Matthew Tyson! Shut the hell up!” Clarissa exclaimed.

Mischief flitted across Matthew’s eyes. Forced to comply with Clarissa’s wishes to avoid a quarrel, he simply shrugged and dropped the subject in the face of his wife’s rising anger. If he pushed her any harder, he would have hell to pay. She’ll cool down soon.

They sat in silence as Clarissa stared out the window.

Matthew, on the other hand, waited patiently for Clarissa’s anger to subside. Soon after, she turned to face him, clearly still peeved. There was still a flash of anger in her bright eyes.

Matthew was aroused at his wife’s passion, as he thought that her flushed cheeks were very attractive. He wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms badly.

as she was still stewing in

whatever the hell I want. In fact, I’ll be happier the

not act miserable, you know.” Matthew endeavored

her eyes. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of getting on her

journey home

Zen Highlands, Clarissa opted to spend

made no attempt to reconcile with her as well. The atmosphere between them was so tense that even little Damian could tell that something was wrong. His gaze lingered on his mother who was playing with him, and then on his father who sat in

if their parents did not outwardly

don’t you give Daddy a kiss?” he asked Clarissa

who looked as startled as

that?” Clarissa turned away from Matthew

kissed each other

that day to Damian’s surprise. He was actually

Damian. Though visibly annoyed, she could not bear to lose her temper

his long eyelashes as he awaited his mother’s response to his proposition, looking like the embodiment of

mood, Damian behaved the exact opposite, like a hyperactive little

he isn’t bratty right

to why she did

he had appeared next to her and aimed a swift peck at the corner of her mouth. He then sat back down, grinning at his

taken aback by his father’s sudden movement. Instinctively,

teeth and bit back a retort that rose to her lips. She could not lose her temper in front of

looking more like she had a toothache. It was comical to see all of her teeth on

teeth, Clarissa could not help but laugh

the help of their son, the tension between the couple seemed to have abated slightly. However, as soon as Damian was put to bed,

rubbed his temples as he laughed resignedly at

going

her alone for the time being. Waiting until Clarissa was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, Matthew crept into the guest

this point that Clarissa’s old habits kicked in. Unconscious of the resentment she held for her husband, she turned toward him and burrowed her head into his chest as

his passion, he ran his hands

different room than the one she fell asleep in. As she brushed her teeth, she caught a glimpse of Matthew coming up the stairs, fresh from his morning run. Her anger at him seemed to have vanished as she smiled

was in the shower, she stared at her reflection for a long time before recalling the events of the day

from her memory the fact that she had been upset with Matthew

guess that vow did not last

stairs for breakfast that she was no longer groggy for him

to play with the

expression, Damian ran about, fueled by the excitement

this instant for breakfast,

on deaf ears as the

a deep breath to steady herself. “Damian, time to have