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.

by Clarissa, however, as she was still stewing in her

thinks of me as a horrible wife, I’m still going to wear whatever the hell I want. In fact, I’ll be

you know.” Matthew endeavored

her eyes. She was not going to give

the journey home was spent in

spend time

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

intuitive. Even if their parents did not outwardly quarrel, they could sense that something was

don’t you give Daddy a

at Matthew who looked as

turned away

haven’t kissed

to Damian’s surprise. He was actually a very bright child who acted ignorantly. He is so much like his father, Clarissa thought

visibly annoyed, she

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

son well. When he was in a bratty mood, Damian behaved the exact

he isn’t bratty right

excuse as to why she

blink of an eye, he had appeared next to her and aimed a swift peck

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

was of clear displeasure. She gritted her teeth and bit back a retort that

more like she had a toothache. It was comical to see all of her teeth on display in such an unnatural

could not help but laugh at how ridiculous it looked. It was in this manner that everybody’s mood had

the tension between the couple seemed to have abated slightly. However, as soon as Damian was put to bed, Clarissa promptly strode off into

as he laughed resignedly at his

she really going to hold

in the middle of the night, Matthew crept into the guest room and carried

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

ran his hands all over her

than the one she fell asleep in. As she brushed her teeth, she caught a glimpse of Matthew coming up the stairs,

remind Clarissa of the previous night as he kissed her good morning. When Clarissa was in the shower, she stared at her reflection for a long time

the fact that she had been upset with Matthew the day before, even vowing

that vow did not last very long,

she descended the stairs for breakfast that she was no longer groggy for him to take advantage

to play with the vacuum cleaner. Here comes his bratty

mother’s expression, Damian ran about, fueled by the excitement that came seemingly out of

get here this instant for breakfast, you

as the boy laughed

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