THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
4 – Za
e grab a cup at the coffee shop nearest to the school. She
ara?" she asked bluntly as soon
responding, "Yes, I'm st
mined my face. I knew she was worried; she was the firs
wedding. I thought you'd have realized by now that living with that man is like living in hell
u didn't force me into his bed that night. I was willing," I a
'm sure he'd be more than happy
e that simple,
isn't
has to be the one to initiate it, and as his wife, I can't do anything that w
up in such a tumultuous environment isn't healthy. Plus, I truly believe you'
asted six years waiting for him to change, but it seem
happen. It's been six years, and he still feels nothing for you! He never liked you from t
I conceded, what
u happy. Don't ever settle for less
don't know how," I confessed, sharing m
. He could help you
or heaven's sake, he co
or you, Zara. Come on, girl. Divorce the jerk and find happin
riend," I r
d. "If he didn't, he wouldn't have been so devastate
s, Antoinette. He was
nancy. But did you know he was considering adopting your chi
ffed, the memory of my wedding day still a
ra. Nick's number hasn't
hy you're so chatty today," I protest
tting a while longer. But when Antoinette kept bringing up Nich
the campus immediately. So, I managed to head home
pick him up. I once suggested to Lucas that we could use the school bus service, bu
I studied my reflection, a smirk of disappointment on my face. Dark circ
me I tried to take care of myself, he would accuse me of having an affair. He'd say that since I
a bas
arm, but he knew exactly how to to
rom school and instructing him to take a b
store, which had become one of our cherished bonding moments during the weekend. Sometimes, I
e asked as soon as we returne
vorite channel - Cartoon Network. When it came to wat
as was currently seeing. Speaking of Lucas, he hadn't come home last night and me
is dirty secret hidden. He was so influential that he'd managed
ng to the kitchen to cook your favorite meal, de
- vegetables with chicken. I roasted his preferred pumpkin
imed it was terrible, but Enrique never had a problem with it.
dy, so I went back to the living room w
. Usually, he'd leap up from his seat to check th
aid, pointing at the television where a
n't. Seeing Enrique's tear-filled eyes shattered my heart a million times over. I knew this conversation wa
ove us anymore?" he asked,
eath, fighting b
choices that hurt others, and it's
ve us?" he persiste
before replying, "Your father i
the weekends?" my son asked again, loo
. "Sometimes, people don't consider how their actions
nmistakable. It crushed me to see him in pain lik
e to play with me,
always be here for you," I reassured
ney. But I also knew that no matter what, I would always be there for my son, help
ry," I w
he asked, leavin