MARRIAGE OF INCONVENIENCE

The sun cast golden rays through the windows, brightening every corner of the mansion.

Outside the chirping of birds filled the air with the sound of the gentle breeze on the leaves.

The aroma of food filled the atmosphere, making my stomach flutter with excitement.

My heart was racing and I felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. My husband, who I hadn't seen since my wedding day, was returning today.

I could hear the clock ticking, triggering my anxiety as every minute passed.

My marriage to Mason has been transactional, we entered into it for mutual benefits. I had managed to revive my father's company, and my mother's surgery was a success. I was grateful for the resources that Mason's connection provided.

Mason's family and my family had been business partners before my father passed away, so I had the chance to see him occasionally. I had always loved him, ever since the first moment my eyes met his, but he never seemed to notice me in that way. He has a lover, someone who captured his attention, while I remained in the shadows.

His parents arranged my marriage with Mason just to help me and I couldn't refuse the offer.

To the outside world, I was his wife, a title that carries weight to the Media, but behind closed doors, our marriage is just a marriage of inconvenience.

My heart aches as I anticipate his return that our marriage was more transactional than genuine and he will never love me the way I do love him

All the staff walked outside, and nervousness filled the air. I'm a few minutes, a sleek white Lamborghini drove in. I felt a wave of sweat trickle down my back. I managed to stay calm as I stood on the veranda of the house, trying to steady my racing Heart as the staff lined up at the entrance.

I glanced towards the car.

Some men rushed to open the door for Mason, their movements quick and practiced. As he stepped out of the car, the sunlight seemed to catch his face just right, brightening his features and making his handsome face glow.

My heart skipped at the sight of him, he surveyed the environment.

He walked to the other side of the car and opened the door, and I was shocked to see Brittany, his lover, emerge. Mason held her hand gently, and she stepped out confidently.

My heart skipped a beat. I was hurt. Seeing Mason and Brittany, the realization hit me that I was delusional, hoping Mason and I could have a chance to connect but seeing them together shattered that hope.

As they shared a laugh, my mind raced with questions. How had I allowed myself to believe that our marriage might mean something more? Standing there on the veranda, I felt invisible, Would I ever be more than just a name to him?

I envied their little laugh, the way he looked at her like she was his universe.

I questioned my worth, wondering why I had never been able to capture his attention. Was I not enough? Does our marriage mean little or nothing to him that he could easily share his life with someone else?

I stood there feeling like a ghost in my own life. Overshadowed by someone who has everything I have longed for.

They walked past me after glazing at me without saying a word It felt like a knife had been pierced through my chest.

The staff began mumbling to themselves. I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I took a deep breath and walked into the house.

I'm not giving up on Mason, Not yet.

"Home sweet home!" I heard Brittany exclaim with excitement, her voice bright and full of joy.

I watched, my heart sinking, as they leaned in and kissed right in front of me.

The staff began carrying big boxes upstairs; I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a mix of bitterness and disbelief written over me. "Is she staying here forever?" I mumbled to myself.

Mason didn't even glance at me, he turned to Brittany, casually saying, "I'll go take a shower. I'll be right back for lunch." He kissed her cheek, and she hummed in response, the sound of his footsteps fading as he ascended the stairs.

Brittany's eyes landed on me, and she walked closer with confidence. "Oh, the latest bride in town," she said, her tone filled with sarcasm.

Here she was, standing in my home, taunting me as if I were the intruder. I didn't respond to her, choosing to remain silent.

"Oh, poor little thing," she chuckled, she voiced with mock sympathy. "I see you want what I have."

Her confidence was infuriating. "You can have the title as his wife," she continued, leaning in slightly, "but you can never have the key to his heart. He belongs with me."

Every word she said sounded like a challenge

I forced a smile and said, "Welcome to the mansion," trying to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin, making me wince in pain.

"As long as I'm here, you will do exactly what I command," she said, her voice echoing with authority. I felt the weight of her words.

She was the daughter of a multimillionaire, and I was just the daughter of nobody.

"Understood?" she asked, her tone commanding. I replied with a hesitant, "Yes," and she finally let go of my arms.

As she released her grip, I could still see the imprint of her nails on my skin, a painful reminder of her authority. I rubbed my arms lightly, trying to shake off the pain. She walked upstairs, her confidence with every step as she made her way to Mason's room. I watched her, a mix of frustration.

I couldn't stand the sight of Brittany and Mason, so I decided to visit my mom. The thought of her comfort and support felt like a lifeline. As I turned to leave, I reminded myself that I had a purpose beyond this agitation...