The Ugly Wife Becomes The Billionaire's Sweetheart

RoseI stood in the middle of the crowd, my heart pounding with hope, then slowly twisting into fear as my eyes darted from face to face, scanning every corner of the room.But he wasn’t here.It was Lucas, my husband's birthday. I spent weeks planning this celebration, staying up late decorating, baking his favorite cake from scratch, and even ironing his favorite color into every detail of the hall. Yet now, the guests were here, the music was playing, the lights were glowing… but the man I did it all for was missing.Where are you, Lucas?Just as I reached into my purse to bring out my phone and call him, I heard the crowd break into a loud cheer.“Happy Birthday to you…” My heart leaped. I turned quickly, a small smile forming on my lips.But my smile died down when I saw him.Lucas was walking in, hand in hand with Catherine, his so-called best friend. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, matching the tight red dress clinging to her body like a second skin. People gasp

RoseI froze, my breath caught in my throat, as I stared at the man standing before me.He wasn’t just handsome, he was devastatingly, dangerously handsome. The kind of man you would see on the cover of a luxury magazine and think, men like this don’t exist in real life.His piercing blue eyes held me still, like they could see right through my skin, right into my soul.The way he carried himself told me everything; this isn't just a man; this is power, money, and elegance wrapped into one breathtaking package. His suit jacket hung casually over his left shoulder, the fabric a deep charcoal that whispered expensive without needing to shout it. The white shirt he wore was crisp and perfectly tailored, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, veined forearms that looked like they belonged in a high-end cologne ad. Even the silver watch on his wrist glinted in the soft light like it was worth more than my car.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, smooth, and edged with concern.God.

Rose I drove home with my heart pounding so hard I swore it might burst right out of my chest. Mr handsome scent still clung to me, clean, warm, and masculine, and every time I breathed it in, a flutter swept through my stomach. Without realizing it, a smile tugged at my lips, the kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years. Lord, what is wrong with me?When I pulled into the driveway and stepped inside, the first thing I saw was Lucas and Eva at the dining table, eating the breakfast I had made hours ago. Oh, so they came home last night without even telling me.“Good morning,” I greeted them with a smile that felt almost foreign on my face.They both looked at me like I had grown two heads. Normally, that stare would have pierced straight through me, but not today. I won't allow their silence to destroy the lightness blooming in my chest.I headed upstairs, changed out of my clothes, and began my chores. Of course, I did them alone. I have no house help. Lucas said it was better for m