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Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

Nick breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the bedside. The door was pushed open again, and the woman came up with food. "Come on. I put it here for you. I saw that your wife was in a bad condition, so I specially filled a bowl of porridge for her. You wake her up later and feed it to her. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. You can see it when you walk over... Then I'll go out. We're in the third room next door. If you need anything, call me!"

Perhaps hearing our argument, the neighbors came out of their units. "Mason, what's going on? Who is this woman?" "Yeah! Do you need any help?" I looked at Mindy again and warned coldly, "I'm saying this one last time: let me go." Mindy said to my neighbors, "I'm his wife! This has nothing to do with you." "Wife? She’s claiming to be Mason's wife." I turned to look at Mindy's face. "You made me do this." After saying that, I told the neighbors who had rushed over, "This woman was indeed my wife. After we got married, she kept thinking about her male assistant and even kicked me out of our home so he could move in. What a good wife she was!"

She says walking to us. "I'm Selena and this Karter." We smile and shake her hand. "Well aren't you two a cute couple. Did you both move in here together?" She asks. "Nope. It's just me." I say. "Oh, well that's nice. I live next door with my husband Phil and my little son Adam. I made cookies as a house warming gift." She says handing me a plate. "Thank you so much. You shouldn't have." I say. Jane smiles at me, "Oh it's no worry. I also wanted to let you know if you need anything don't hesitate asking. We should have tea sometimes."

He put his focus on his entire staff and started to address them. “I see you’re all here,” he stood up. He gestured to Rose, “I’d like you all to meet my wife.” He put a hand on her waist and drew her close, more for his benefit. “This is Miss Pearson, you met her earlier. She’s the cook.” The old lady bent down in greeting before Wade continued. “Next is Clara, her daughter. She keeps the entire house clean.” Rose eyed the slender blonde, something about her made Rose deeply uncomfortable. Especially the way she looked at Wade, like nothing else around her mattered.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

One of the senior nurses had taken to pausing outside the door before entering just to hear what was happening, which on any given morning ranged from quiet conversation to laughter she had no clinical explanation for. Vivienne, who visited twice daily with food neither of them was supposed to have and with information they both needed, watched the dynamic from the visitor's chair with the expression of someone who had been through several of the worst days of her life and was now being repaid for them. The sword fight happened on a Tuesday.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“That woman at the door is still staring at us.” She glanced back at me and flashed me a fake smile. “Don’t pay any attention to her, she’s nobody,” Sal said this while cupping her face and gently stroking her cheeks. The way he stared at her made my heart clench. They walked further into the hall and my eyes followed their every move. It wasn’t until someone else arrived that I returned my attention to the door. As fate would have it, it just happened to be my mother-in-law. “Enjoying the show?” she asked, her eyes moving towards Sal and the blonde woman for emphasis. “I always knew you wouldn’t last. Can’t you see how good the both of them look? Meanwhile you . . .”