His Maid Wife

dged homeward with her mother, their routine trip from the store taking an unexpected turn. Out of nowhere, a stray ball struck Aubrey on the head, causing her to stumble and drop t

her face flushed crimson, and her heart raced. From that day forward, whenever she encountered Evan, her h

hurriedly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was greeted with a distressing sight—red marks on her cheeks and blood trickling from the corner of her m

across his features. Mrs. Jane, her mother-in-law, was taken aback by Evan

s gaze fixed on her. Aubrey glanced hesitantly at her grandmother, wh

to whisper, her voice barely au

, attempting to conceal her wounded cheek. Witnessing her discomfort, Evan rose from his chair and p

" Evan inquired, conc

t eye contact with Evan. Aaron, her brother-in-law,

Evan reiterated, his attention now directed towards Mrs. Jane, his mother. Their eyes locked, and a flicker of fear coursed through Mrs. Jane's eyes

er own fault for going to your office without informing us. We were all worried sick," Grandma interjected,

uestioned your decisions because I know you always strive for what's right, but it is unequivocally wrong to harm someone," Evan

cknowledge the grave mistake you've made,"

o apologize to this mere mai

his disappointment palpable. Consumed by anger, Mrs. Jane abruptl

helmed with emotions, Aubrey couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "You're choosing to

n pleaded with his mother, de

rey before retreating to his own room. Aubrey, tears streaming down her face, stood silently with her head lowered, profoundly affected

yes still swollen from her tears, she hesitantly opened the door,

cern. Aubrey nodded, her voice caught in her thr

pressing it against the wounded area near her lips. Aubrey winced slightly, momentarily forgetting her pain as she felt the warmth of Evan's breath on her face. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart raced with unfamiliar anticipation. At that moment, Aubrey allo

tions," Evan said, his words j

ngth, her voice slightly shaky yet determined, she replied, "I wa

, taking in the sight of her swollen, slightly bruised lips. With a gentle thumb, he caressed her lips, feeling their softness beneath his touch. A surge of tension coursed through Aubrey's body, and Evan's thumb tenderly traced along her lower lip. Overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, Aubrey involuntarily parted her lips, allowing Evan's thumb to glide i

ble surge of happiness, elated that her husband had finally defended her after three long years and had allowed himself to touch her in such an intimate manner. Sleep eluded her for the rest of the night, and she awoke early the next morning, her mind still consumed by th

nyielding, Mrs. Jane continued, a sly smile playing on her lips, "But don't get too carried away, my dear. What I am about to reveal will shatter your fragile happiness." With a calculated gesture, Mrs. Jane picked up a newspaper from the table and handed it to Aubrey. Trembling uncontrollably, Aubrey held the paper, her eyes widening in shock, her limbs turning numb.