Dear Miss President I Want You Back

POV (Olivia):

I glanced at my wristwatch, gasping at the sight of the time as night drew near, casting darker shadows around me.

It had been two hours since I had been sitting on the bench at the subway station, my feet trembling and my hands growing cold.

Sweat ran down my face, and a sigh escaped my lips as thoughts of my pregnancy test results flashed through my mind.

I didn't know how to feel. It should have been a happy moment for me, but the fear of Alex yelling at me and demanding an abortion overwhelmed me.

The harsh reality pressing against my belly left me hungry, and I couldn't help but wonder what decision to make.

Lost in my thoughts, the screeching of the bus jolted me back to reality. I stood up hastily and rushed towards the bus, clutching my bag tightly.

I looked a bit disheveled, and no one on the bus would suspect that I was the wife of the country's richest businessman.

Despite holding a position of power, here I was, taking the subway and living a seemingly ordinary life.

All the seats on the bus were occupied, so I had to stand, gripping the handrail for support. I avoided making eye contact with anyone, although there was no particular reason to do so.

The bus ride went unusually smoothly, and when it finally arrived at my destination, I disembarked and headed straight home.

Of course, Alexander would be there, most likely working in his study or taking a nap. He was the kind of man every woman desired—the epitome of perfection.

Handsome, wealthy, and more. Every woman longed for a man like him, and just like any other girl, I fell in love with a man like him. But it was an unexpected turn of events.

Falling in love was wonderful, but with a man I was forced to marry? It would have been better if he reciprocated the same feelings.

Then it struck me—Alexander Quinn, the man adored by all, was nothing more than a cruel individual who wouldn't spare a second glance at his wife, despite my best efforts to capture his attention. I didn't even receive 5% of his attention, let alone 20%.

Lost in my thoughts, I walked down the desolate road and arrived home very late. Unlocking the door, I found Alexander sitting by the fireplace, engrossed in a book.

He was still dressed in his suit, indicating that he had just returned. His dark hair was neatly combed back, with a strand cascading down his face.

His brown eyes peered at me, as if searching for answers. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, admiring his face while he glared at me. Even after living with him for three years, he still appeared as the same incredibly handsome man I had fallen in love with.

"Are you just going to stand there, or will you fix me something to eat?" Alex yelled, and I let out a sigh, rushing to the kitchen.