The Wife He Stopped Seeing

By six in the morning, Seraphina Rowe had already finished one load of laundry, ironed Ethan’s shirt, and started breakfast.

She stood in front of the stove, turning the eggs carefully, when Margaret’s voice came from the dining room.

“Seraphina! My coffee.”

“I’m making it, Mom.”

“You know I drink it as soon as I wake up.”

Seraphina lowered the heat and reached for Margaret’s favorite white cup. Two teaspoons of sugar. A little cream. After five years in the Rowe household, she knew everyone’s preferences by heart.

She carried the coffee to the dining room.

Margaret took one sip and frowned.

“Too much cream.”

Seraphina looked at the cup. It was the same amount as yesterday.

“I can make another.”

“Just leave it.”

Footsteps sounded from the stairs. Chelsea appeared in silk pajamas, phone in hand.

“Did you wash my green dress?”

“You gave it to me last night.”

“I need it today.”

“It needs to be hand-washed. I haven’t had time yet.”

Chelsea stared at her. “But I told you I’m meeting Isabelle.”

“There are other dresses in your closet.”

“They don’t match the bag I bought.”

Seraphina exhaled slowly. “You can wash it yourself if you need it right away.”

Chelsea’s brows rose.

Margaret put down her cup. “Seraphina.”

That tone again. The one that made her feel less like Ethan’s wife and more like someone employed by the family.

“She only asked you for one thing.”

Seraphina almost laughed. One thing had become breakfast, laundry, errands, ironing, cleaning, and whatever else appeared before noon.

“I’ll do it after breakfast.”

Chelsea smiled. “Thanks.”

Margaret added, “You have plenty of time anyway. You don’t work.”

The words still hurt. Margaret had once insisted that a wife should focus on her husband and home. Now she called Seraphina lazy for doing exactly that.

Before she could answer, the front door opened.

A familiar male voice came from the hallway.

“Send me the revised figures before eight.”

Something in Seraphina softened.

Ethan entered in a charcoal suit, ending a call as he walked in.

At thirty-one, Ethan Rowe looked very different from the university student she had fallen in love with. He was broader now, polished and confident.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“You’re leaving early again?” she asked.

“I have a meeting.”

“The Vale proposal?”

He looked at her. “How did you know?”

“You’ve talked about it every night for weeks.”

A smile appeared on his face. “If we land Vale Global, everything changes.”

Seraphina lowered her eyes.

Vale Global.

To Ethan, it was the biggest opportunity of his career.

To Seraphina, it was home.

He still believed he had married an ordinary working student with no influential family and no money worth mentioning.

He had never known that Seraphina Gray was really Seraphina Vale, the only daughter of Alexander Vale and future heiress of one of Bellmont City’s most powerful families.

She had hidden her name in college because she wanted one thing money could never guarantee: to be loved for herself.

Then she met Ethan.

When he started his company, she quietly helped him.

A banker who had rejected him agreed to another meeting. An investor who ignored his proposal suddenly took his call. Important businessmen gave him chances he never knew had been arranged.

Ethan had worked hard.

But some doors had opened because Seraphina was standing quietly on the other side.

Margaret interrupted her thoughts.

“Ethan, tell your wife to call the fertility clinic.”

Seraphina stiffened.

Ethan sighed. “Mom, not now.”

“It has been five years.”

Five years of marriage without a child.

Five years of Margaret treating the subject as though Seraphina had failed the family.

“The doctor asked both of us to be tested,” Seraphina said.

Margaret frowned. “There is nothing wrong with my son.”

“The doctor didn’t say there was.”

Ethan glanced at his watch. “Can we talk about this later?”

“You said that last month.”

“I’m busy, Sera.”

“With the Vale deal.”

“Yes.”

The answer came sharper than she expected.

She looked away.

Ethan reached for her hand. “I’ll go eventually. Just not this week.”

“All right.”

Later. Eventually. Not this week.

Those words had become familiar in their marriage.

Ethan picked up his briefcase.

“Your blue folder is inside,” Seraphina said.

He checked and smiled. “You always know where everything is.”

“What would you do without me?”

He laughed softly. “Probably lose half my documents.”

Seraphina smiled, though the joke left a strange ache behind.

“Will you be home for dinner?”

“I’ll try.”

“Next Friday you will be, right?”

He frowned for a second.

Her stomach dropped.

Then recognition crossed his face.

“Our anniversary.”

She smiled with relief. “Our fifth.”

“Of course I remember.”

“I thought we could celebrate at home. Like before.”

“Sounds good.”

He kissed her forehead again and left.

A few seconds after the door closed, Seraphina’s phone vibrated.

It was Nina Flores, one of her closest college friends and now an employee at Rowe Innovations.

Nina: Did Ethan tell you who his new executive secretary is?

Seraphina frowned.

Seraphina: No. Why?

The reply came slowly.

Nina: Camille Laurent.

Seraphina’s fingers froze.

Camille.

Ethan’s childhood sweetheart.

His first love.

The woman who had abandoned him years ago for an older, wealthy man because Ethan had been too poor to give her the life she wanted.

Another message appeared.

Nina: Ethan personally hired her.

Seraphina stared at the screen.

Unease slipped into her stomach.

She pushed it away.

Ethan loved her. They had survived years when they had almost nothing. Five years of marriage could not be threatened by a woman from his past.

Could it?

From the dining room, Margaret called again.

“Seraphina! My coffee is cold.”

Seraphina locked her phone.

“I’m coming.”

And just like that, she returned to serving the family that had stopped seeing her.

She had no idea that the woman from Ethan’s past had returned to take her place.