Being a wife

Ophelia stumbled out of the nursery, as the look in her daughter’s eyes earlier haunted her. 

Was she the stranger suddenly? Was Draco the only person who loved her?

This was a child she had placed everything on the line to birth. How could she look at her like she was a stranger? An evil stranger. 

The same child she had been holding just a few moments before.

A child they had celebrated her first steps together, an exclusive moment between mother and daughter.

And Blaine had looked at her with that puzzled, confused look. Had he been mentally comparing her to Ariel? 

Ariel the perfect. Ariel the best.

How she hated that woman. 

She would always be a constant comparison against her. Ophelia was sure even her in-laws would compare. 

While she did not tolerate any bullying in the name of culture, Ariel was docile, a complete walk over and had only grown a spine recently.

Even then, she still looked like the type who would be a doormat for the Tuckers, and they knew it and they must wish Blaine, their heir, had married her instead.

She really had to think of a final plan to take the woman down for good. 

There was too much to lose. 

Blaine looked intent on this divorce and with each passing day, fate just seemed to be working against her and giving him more reason to divorce her.

There was that incident with Draco in the parking lot yesterday. 

The mere thought of Draco made between her legs throb, and she shook her head quickly and sat on the bed.

“Ouch.” She winced at the ticklish ache. 

Draco was way too rough, mostly. 

She blushed but quickly amended her expression when she thought she heard someone walking towards the bedroom.

No one showed up or knocked at the door, and she thought the maids must have arrived to start cleaning. The lazy slobs.

She stood up and walked towards the window to push them open and let fresh air in. And she saw Blaine playing with Olivia out in the morning air. 

The sun was slowly rising now, and she leaned against the wall watching them.

She should be there. 

They should be complete and happy on a perfectly beautiful morning like this. Not her, lonely and regretful, alone up here. 

She truly was losing her family.

If Blaine learned about the parking incident it would be a wrap. He would begin the divorce process and probably go to that bitch. 

No. 

Ariel had to die. 

She had messed around enough. If she could not have Blaine, Ariel wouldn’t either.

She did not doubt that he would be running back to her after the divorce. The signs he would do that were there already. 

She could tell Draco, and he would happily do a good job of this.

Ariel could even be dead before sunset if she wanted. 

There were so many reasons why the woman should not continue breathing for long anymore. What if she told anyone what she did to her and how she had murdered Takeda-san?

The Tuckers would be out for her head then. No! 

She took her phone out of her purse. 

No need to delay anymore. Maybe she could even convince Blaine to give their marriage another try when that woman was out of the picture.

She was typing the message out to Draco when she heard a gentle knock on the door. 

She jumped quickly, and hid the phone.

“Come.” She said angrily, and Akira walked in.

Ophelia stared at her, her fury rising. “You better have a really good reason for disturbing me so early.”

Akira stepped fully into the room and bowed deeply. Then she began to walk closer.

“What are you doing?” Ophelia asked with wide eyes, shocked at her audacity. 

She was her spy for Ariel, but that did not mean she was above any of the maids at the house.

“It would be bad if anyone heard this.” Akira stopped, and said in a fierce whisper. 

Ophelia frowned, and then she closed the distance between her and the woman.

“What is it?” She whispered, looking at her carefully.

“Chairwoman Sullivan..” 

Ophelia raised her hand up to halt her. “Her name is Ariel, call her Ariel.”

Akira winced, but when Ophelia glared at her, she bowed quickly, “Ariel is planning to escape the country.”

“What?” Ophelia’s eyes widened.

“She plans to divorce her husband and leave. She is planning to sell her shares right now to the highest bidder. Only a few people know.”

“How do you know?” Ophelia drew closer to whisper, still in disbelief at what her ears were hearing.

“I bugged her and heard the argument between her and the chairman, and then her phone conversation asking her P. A to find a residential property for her in the US. Then just this morning, a secret listing for 7%,7% of Mõshon shares went up.”

Ophelia frowned. 

This sounded like what she would do if she was stupid enough to leave such a wealthy husband, and sell shares that everyone was desperate to have.

“But she has 15%. Why is she only listing 14%?” She said, but even as she said that, her mind answered the question. Ariel was keeping the 1% for her brat.

“Let me hear these conversations.” She stretched her hand out.

There were glitches in the recording but she plused it up to the device being faulty.

She burst into laughter as she listened. So Ariel’s life was not perfect after all? 

That Sullivan man was not a fool in the end. He really had gone back home to argue about the elevator incident.

But why did it seem like he was still the one begging her to stay? 

What was so special about this woman? It could not just be those Amernian hips, there had to be more.

“Why is this thing glitching?” She frowned at Akira. “I did not hear the reason why she said she could no longer trust him.”

Akira bowed. “It’s the wind. This device is on their bedroom balcony. 

Ophelia tsked at her in disgust. 

“Do you plan to always do a sloppy job?” She handed the woman's phone back. “Let me hear the call to her P.A.”

As Ophelia listened to this call, she had zero doubt remaining now that Ariel truly planned to escape the country. 

She laughed.

So she was a coward after all. One marital argument and she was done?

Gold digger. Of course, that marriage was doomed to fail. What did a social climbing wh*re know about the grace of being a wife?