Canvas, palettes, and the messy room tainted with different hues. The high ceiling painted with the heavy mixture of red and black. The curtains tied to the sides, allowing the breathtaking view of nature become the greatest artwork existing in this room. My eyes fell to the painting I'm working on. It was indeed a sight to behold. I can't help but smile as I observe my masterpiece. I press my forefinger to the rough surface of the canvas. “Will Lucian like this?” I asked myself The answer is obviously no, Lucian dislike my paintings—no, to be exact he dislike me, so it's impossible for him to appreciate my work. Adeline Amadeo, the trophy wife, that's what they call me. A husband as a facade, a husband that is only there if there are important gatherings. That's the life I lived ever since I married Lucian Amadeo, the chief executive officer of the famous Amadeo Enterprise. I continued painting on my canvas. I was immersed to the feeling of my fingers iddly pressing on the w
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