My wife

"What on earth is happening here? Why haven't we received our land yet?" Evan bellowed at his assistant, Alex, his frustration evident in his voice. "Director, Mr. Anderson is refusing to grant us the land," replied Alex. Evan stared at him incredulously and asked, "Why? We already signed the agreement." "Director, our rivals, the Patterson, have offered him double the amount of money we did. He is now wavering," Alex explained. Fueled by determination, Evan exclaimed, "I don't care. I want that land at any cost. Warn him that we will take legal action." Alex nodded and left the office, leaving Evan to his own thoughts. Seated in his chair, Evan rested his head on the headstand, closing his eyes. Today had been the worst day for him, with the land issue weighing heavily on his mind. Furthermore, he knew that when he returned home, he would have to confront his father.

Twenty years ago, Evan was just a five-year-old boy filled with excitement as he earned the top rank in his class. He couldn't wait to show his report card to his father and witness the pride and praise on his face. With eager anticipation, he entered his house, only to have his steps falter when he heard raised voices. He stood at the main gate, observing his mother and three-year-old sister in tears. His father stood before them, accompanied by another woman holding a child. "How can you abandon us? All because of this low-class woman?" his mother shouted at his father. "Jane, don't speak ill of her. I never loved you. I married you because my father forced me to. I have always loved Camilla," his father confessed, his hand intertwined with Camilla's. Evan's father then glanced at Mrs. Jane and declared, "They are my family, they need me." Gathering his belongings, he walked towards the main gate where Evan stood, silently overhearing their argument. Evan approached his father, ttookhold of his hand, and pleaded, "They are not your family, Dad. We are your family." His father didn't respond, instead removing Evan's hand from his own and exiting the house without looking back. Evan begged his father, "Dad, please don't leave us," but his father remained resolute, refusing to acknowledge them. Evan watched his father walk away, never once turning to see their tears. He turned to his mother and little sister, who continued crying, and whispered, "We don't need a father in our lives." Holding his sister close, Evan silently vowed to himself to despise the father who left them in anguish.

Back in the present, Evan opened his eyes and took a deep breath, gazing up at the evening sky through the vast glass window.

Upon arriving at Cooper Villa, Evan entered his home after a long day at the office. The first sight that greeted him was his father, sitting on the sofa with Camilla, enjoying tea. Grandma wore an ever-present smile of contentment. Evan scanned the room but couldn't find his mother anywhere. With a deep breath, he continued forward, purposefully avoiding any eye contact with his father. "Evan, come and greet your father. After all, he has returned after so many years," Grandma exclaimed. Evan glanced at his father and let out a chuckle. "Hello, Mr. Davis Cooper. How did you manage to find your way into my house? I distinctly remember not inviting you." Evan laughed and continued, "Perhaps you have a habit of invading someone's home without an invitation." Shocked by Evan's audacity, Grandma exclaimed, "How dare you speak to your father that way!" Evan, undeterred, replied, "Never mind, Mother. I understand that you're upset with me. But this house doesn't solely belong to you; it's mine as well. Therefore, I can enter my own house without your permission." Mrs. Davis, his mother, retorted, "No, this is not your home. You seem to have forgotten that you left this house a long time ago." Evan smiled at his mother and said, "You're right. I did leave this house, just like my father left us all those years ago." The realization struck his father's face, but Evan's smile widened. "I hope you'll vacate my house soon," he calmly stated before heading to his room.

During dinner, Grandma, Mrs. Jane, Jennifer, Evan, Mr. Davis, and Camilla sat around the dining table in silence, their expressions somber. Only Grandma and Mr. Davis engaged in conversation. Mrs. Jane glared at Camilla, her gaze filled with animosity. When Aubrey approached to serve soup to Camilla, Mrs. Jane discreetly extended her foot, causing Aubrey to stumble and spill the boiling liquid onto Camilla's arm. Camilla screamed in pain, drawing everyone's attention. Mrs. Jane smiled wickedly. Aubrey, apologizing profusely, attempted to offer assistance, but Camilla pushed her away, accidentally causing Aubrey's arm to collide with a nearby chair. "How dare you? Do you not know how to perform your duties?" Camilla shouted at Aubrey. "Mother, why did you hire a girl who doesn't even know how to do her job? Look at what she's done; she burned my wife's hand," Mr. Davis complained to Grandma. With anger visible on her face, Grandma looked at Aubrey, who stood there with her head bowed, trembling. "Apologize," Grandma commanded, but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the street, but I can't marry a maid, can I?" A stunned silence enveloped the room as everyone processed Evan's words, their gazes shifting between Evan and Mr. Davis. Suddenly, a loud crashing sound shattered the stillness, drawing everyone's attention to Cassie, who was standing amidst broken glassware. "What are you saying, Evan?" Cassie inquired, her voice trembling. Aaron, who had accompanied Cassie, approached her and asked, "What are you doing here?" Evan directed aa glare at Cassie and retorted, "Why don't you tell her? It was your mother who invited her for dinner." Cassie tightly held Evan's hand and implored, "What do you mean by 'your wife'? What are you trying to say?" Aaron turned to Cassie and stated, "You heard him correctly. I got married when you left me for your career and went to another country." Seeing Cassie's expression transform into shock brought a small smile to Evan's lips. Aaron gestured toward Aubrey and said, "Aubrey, come here." Uncertain of what to do, Aubrey glanced at Grandma's face, which revealed intense anger. Fear coursed through her, but considering that Evan, for the first time since their marriage, referred to her as his wife, she didn't want to miss the chance to grow closer to him. Aubrey nodded and timidly approached Evan, standing by his side. Evan took hold of Aubrey's hand, smiled at her, and introduced, "Cassie, meet my wife, Aubrey. And Aubrey, meet my ex-girlfriend, Cassie." Both Cassie and Aubrey stared at Evan in utter confusion. Evan then addressed everyone present and remarked, "Now that everyone has met my wife, may I take her with me? I imagine she must be tired after cooking for everyone." Aubrey stood there, stunned, as Evan firmly grasped her hand and led her to his room. The onlookers remained in a state of shock, their gazes fixed on the departing couple.