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.

went unnoticed by Clarissa, however, as she was still stewing in

still going to wear whatever the hell I want. In fact, I’ll be happier the more revealing my dress is. Be Miserable Matt all

act miserable, you know.” Matthew

going to give him the

the journey home was

to spend time with Damian over speaking to

he had 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

not outwardly quarrel, they could sense that

don’t you

uneasily at Matthew who looked as startled as she

do you ask that?” Clarissa turned away from Matthew

you haven’t kissed each

was a routine of theirs that they had yet to complete that day to Damian’s surprise. He was actually a very bright child who acted ignorantly. He is so much like his

a precarious position by Damian. Though visibly annoyed, she could not bear to lose

fluttered his long eyelashes as he awaited his mother’s response to his proposition, looking like

knew her son well. When he was in a bratty mood, Damian behaved the exact opposite, like a hyperactive

isn’t bratty right

for an excuse as to why she did

appeared next to her and aimed a swift peck at

his father’s sudden movement. Instinctively, he turned toward his mother to see how

retort that rose to her lips. She could

a toothache. It was comical to see all of her teeth

As he bared his teeth, Clarissa could not help but laugh at

abated slightly. However, as soon as Damian was put to bed, Clarissa

temples as he laughed resignedly at his wife’s

really going to

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

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

as he kissed Clarissa lightly on the lips. He had only intended on giving her a kiss but in his passion, he ran his hands all over her

As she brushed her teeth, she caught a glimpse of Matthew coming up the

morning. When Clarissa was in the shower, she stared at her reflection for a long time before recalling the events of the

night’s sleep had erased from her memory the fact that she had been upset

vow did

Clarissa’s face as she descended the stairs for breakfast that she was no longer groggy for him

to play with the vacuum cleaner. Here

ran about, fueled by the excitement that came seemingly out of

this instant for breakfast,

as the boy

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