DYLAN'S POV I gazed at Daisy, stunned by what I had just heard. The words lingered in the air, a mix of confusion and curiosity filling my mind. As I tried to comprehend the meaning behind “it’s her first time,” the memory of Julian’s words echoed in my thoughts, vivid and clear. FLASHBACK “i just dropped those love birds on their honeymoon, sweet, ha maybe they might become the next couple to get married after us.” julian looked at me and smiled. From the moment met Julian, She hasn’t stopped chattering about Daisy and her seemingly perfect new boyfriend. Her voice, full of excitement, filled the air, as she described his every detail. Indeed, Daisy is undeniably beautiful, just as she had claimed, but I can’t help but feel that Noah isn’t the right match for her. That guy, with his youthful appearance, looks like a mere child. Yet, who am I to pass judgment? “Perhaps you shouldn’t be overly eager about them sleeping together before marriage,” I said, my expression rema
“DYLAN, PLEASE STOP, DON’T MAKE ME HATE YOU!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the room. The energy surged through my body, desperation fueling my voice. In that moment, Dylan froze in mid-air, his hands slowly releasing their grip on mine. It was as if he was slowly regaining his senses. As he took each step back, his eyes were bloodshot, his face hardened and emotionless. Despite being five feet away, his cold aura still enveloped me, sending shivers down my spine. His anger was palpable, and I braced myself for another possible attack. But to my surprise, he walked over and sat down on the coffee table, his head buried in his palms. I couldn’t see his face, as he covered it with his hands, but his frustration was evident as he muttered, “What the hell am I doing?” “Daisy, am I really that terrible? Can’t you just love me instead of him? God, what am I even doing, forcing someone who doesn’t even want me,” he said, his hands trembling as he slo
“Oh my God, Daisy, it’s you,” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. " you look great..wow" he said, the sound of his stammering filled the air as he struggled to find his words. The sight of him standing before me brought a mix of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I managed to smile, the joy of seeing him mingling with a bittersweet nostalgia. “You too, Noah,” I replied, my voice heavy with emotion. The room seemed to fill with the scent of memories as I thought back to a time when I was free, when I could be myself without any constraints. I was Daisy White, untethered, but now I was bound in the cage of Dylan, someone else’s wife. Despite my love for Dylan, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of losing myself in the process of loving him. But I knew, as his wife, I had to continue on. “How are you?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, as if I could break down and cry at any moment. Guilt washed over me, even though Noah was the on
As we arrived at the luscious venue, it became clear that it was held in the most prestigious and wealthiest hotel in the country. Stepping into the venue, my breath caught in my throat as I took in the stunning sight of the space adorned with an abundance of vibrant flowers. The soft glow of the carefully placed lighting added an ethereal touch to the atmosphere. There was a separate section dedicated to food and wine, tantalizing aromas wafting through the air. Every person in attendance seemed to have stepped straight out of the front page of Forbes magazine or P*******t, exuding elegance and wealth. I couldn’t help but feel out of place amidst this glamorous crowd. However, as Dylan began to walk, every eye in the room fixated on him as if he were the main character in this grand setting. Surprisingly, none of this seemed to faze him; he moved with an air of indifference, unaffected by the extravagant surroundings. “Mr Aster, what a pleasant surprise .. I didn’t know you woul
I almost lost count of how many times Dylan had brought a stranger girl home. It had become a habit, a painful one, to witness Dylan sleeping with other women. But now, there were no more tears left to cry. As I woke up, the gentle morning light filled the room, casting a warm glow. The soft sound of birds chirping outside welcomed the new day. I knew it was Sunday, which meant Dylan would be home all day, subjecting me to both torture and serenity. Rising from the bed, I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, easing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I dressed in a simple grey shorts and tank top, ready to face the day. As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the room. Exactly at 8 o’clock, Dylan emerged from his bedroom wearing a bathrobe and took a seat at the dining table. His voice carried a hint of irritation as he spoke. “Do I have to remind you every time to serve? Can’t you just keep it on the table,
DYLAN'S POV Damn it, didn’t she claim to be a nutritionist? How the hell did she end up in a state of malnourishment? It’s infuriating how she can switch between innocence and pity. Just like now, she’s gazing out the window with wide, doughy eyes and a slightly tilted smile on her face. The sight of her smiling for the first time in ages almost makes me forget how cruel and wicked this woman truly is. “How on earth did you end up in malnourishment, Daisy? Aren’t you a nutritionist?! Didn’t they teach you how to take care of yourself, along with your patients? Don’t you even eat the damn food you prepare for me every day?” I couldn’t help but blurt out in frustration. The words escaped my lips, hanging in the air with a mix of anger and concern. Daisy’s expression remained unchanged, her face devoid of any emotion as she replied, “You know, you’re not here every day... and when you do come, you’re always busy with, well, you know...” The silence between us was heavy, filled wi