I am His Wife

Continuous deafening screams dominated the entire coronation night instead of everyone's lively cheering and whooping two minutes ago.

Most of the residents, partygoers, and foreign visitors, who managed to witness the unexpected commotion rushed both, to the main entrance and exit, where the mind-blowing fistfight had just begun.

The music stopped playing, making it more obvious that an ongoing uproar was happening inside the podium. So I keep screaming, attempting to stop them from hurting each other before I see blood.

Unfortunately, the man is more furious, and he appears to be more desperate and aggressive compared to Justine. He jumps on top of Justine, pins him on the ground, and blows countless of his punches. Then I see blood coming out of his nose and mouth.

They flooded the surface of the ground around them. The man did not even hesitate after knowing he already won their fight. Instead, he continued punching Justine, as though he had no plan on keeping him alive.

"Please, can someone stop him!" I exclaimed with all the strength I could have, helplessly thinking about what to do in this kind of crucial situation.

I don't know what the hell is going on between them, or what is my relationship to that ruthless man, but I had to get to the bottom of everything. The truth.

Not that I started to have doubts about Justine, about his claims with regards to the car accident that happened to me almost two months ago, but I could not help but sense the man's sincerity of his claim - I am his wife.

Meanwhile, Justine's male cousins and close relatives express their full support by attempting to subside the commotion, but the man's security guards pointed the tip of their guns at them without any signs of hesitation, causing them to panic, and glue their feet on the ground like steel.

One of them scares the hell out of us when he pulls the trigger to the sky. Some of Justine's cousins evacuated the place at the speed of light, leaving him being beaten by the man alone. But I cannot blame them for that.

The bullets of their rifles, once pulled off from the trigger, fear no one - forgive none.

The most troublesome in this kind of brutal situation is that someone's life might have to lie on the ground at any time. I know nothing about the man, not a single one, but his claim still keeps on bothering me!

So, I muster the courage and approach them despite his flying punches being all over the place. As I was about to hold onto his hands, to push him away from Justine, out of the blue, a quick and hard punch landed on my left jaw.

I could not stop myself from moaning in too much pain before stumbling onto the ground as if my teeth were extracted, one by one, out of my mouth by force. Luckily, as soon as the man saw me crouching on the ground, he stopped punching Justine's face and hurried to help me up.

He reaches out to my hands but I dodge him. "Please, forgive me, I didn't me to do it, Yvanna. I'm so sorry. Let's go home," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper, and no matter how hard I tried to remember anything about him, my brain just couldn't.

"Yvana, you're bleeding!" Justine exclaims, his voice laced with utter concern. He moved out of the ground and was about to approach me but, to their surprise, I plummeted to the ground again, with no one managed to catch my body.

Not even the man. He and Justine tried to catch me, however, they were already too late when everything around me turned dark after seeing my hands stained with my blood.

Needless to say, seeing someone's blood is the worst thing that certainly scares me. It bittered and soured my stomach as if I wanted to vomit. The sensation is hard to explain. Let alone the blood was mine to begin with.

"It's all your fucking fault, Mr. dela Vega! How dare you come into her life again? You already abandoned her. It was your fault she got into an accident." Despite my eyes being closed, I heard that furious remark come from Justine.

"You better stay away from my wife if you don't want me to put a bullet in your head, Mr. Stroem!" yells the man whom Justine addressed as Mr. dela Vega.

It appears to me that, as bright as day, Justine lied to me earlier. He once claimed that he barely knew the person. But it turned out that he did. He knows the man's name. Does that mean I am his wife?

"You should be the one to stay away from her, Norman!" Justine insisted. "If not because you cheated on her, Yvanna could not meet the accident that night. Where are you when she needs her husband, huh?"

Norman. So his name is Norman dela Vega, huh? It makes me wonder how on earth I ended up getting into an accident because of a man. It was not like me. Justine knows that.

Norman's POV

Two months ago.

"You kissed me in front of the receptionist officers. What was that for, huh? Not that I hated it, but it's kinda out of the blue. I mean, you said those lines yourself, we shouldn't do anything stupid that might ruin your mayoral campaign." Veronica eagerly asks as we hop into the nearest elevator.

"Am I not allowed to kiss my future wife then?" I asked back with an ear-to-ear smile on my face. Because it was just the two of us in the elevator, I pulled her closer to my chest and rubbed my lips on hers.

To make sure I could get what I desired from Veronica at the moment, I pressed the lock button of the elevator, giving me enough time to swallow her well-being even if we agreed to do it inside our room.

We exchange soft moans afterward.

The truth is, earlier in the lobby, I caught a glimpse of Yvanna walking in our direction unhurriedly but with a furious face as if she was about to stab us with a knife behind our backs. She couldn't dare do it after seeing me kissing Veronica on the lips.

Kissing Veronica was the only way I could think of to divert Yvanna's attention. To hurt her deeply for her to disgust me. To make her hate me to the deepest part of her bones. And on top of that, to make sure she will not do anything stupid that might ruin my name.

Ending our seven years of marriage was the best thing I did during those years. She was too busy every single day, preparing everyone's meals, and helping the maidens doing the chores in the entire mansion.

It disgusts me to see her doing those things. She was my wife. The billionaire's wife to be precise. She was supposed to be on my side, helping me win the election.

But instead, she chose to keep an eye on our son even if the fact that I hired three nannies to do that lowlife kind of job. Even my parents and sisters hate her because she barely supported me with my burning dreams of becoming the city mayor.

That's why I decided to divorce her. I cannot afford to waste one more year of having a wife who only cares about the house chores and our son. She could have forgotten that I am also a young man with a strong desire.

"Once we get married, let's do this every night, okay?" I softly whispered to her ears the second the door of the elevator opened. To make it more romantic, I scooped her up and brought her to the room.

"You had to make sure Yvanna must sign the divorce paper first, babe. After that, you'll have me all you want at any time. Do you hear..." Veronica cut off her sentence in the middle of saying it as she moaned, expressing her sexual pleasure when I crawled my hands on her mountains, gently pressing her nipples.

"Can't we not talk about her, okay?" I begged her as I began taking off my clothes until nothing was left on me but my freely exposed well-being. "Don't worry, whether she likes it or not, my decision to divorce her was already final."

Veronica finally understood the situation. She stops bombarding me with her questions, and instead, she does her part of our current situation - giving each other some pleasure.

The next morning, I woke up on a king-sized bed alone and naked. My cucumber couldn't stand still because Veronica dehydrated all my strength. Last night was a blast for me. And I have no regret doing it with her instead of my wife.

I scanned on my phone for a few seconds, expecting a long message from Yvanna. Luckily, I didn't get any apart from Veronica's morning greetings, thanking me for the gift I gave her. Who could not be? That car cost me a few million dollars. If not because it was her, I wouldn't dare buy her that luxury.

Veronica was already gone from the room. Perhaps she was doing a test run of her new car which also left me with no other choice but to go back to the mansion to make sure Yvanna signed the divorce agreement.