Chapter 003: Something Crazy

Ophelia's point of view

I found myself standing there in complete disbelief, my body frozen in place as a wave of shock washed over me.

It wasn't simply that they had referred to me with such unkind names, calling me a cheating bitch; no, the real reason for my astonishment was that they had discovered I was Berry's wife. The revelation hit me like a sudden gust of cold wind, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“Just a few moments ago, I had been in a heated argument, and now here I was facing a horde of reporters, all ready to pry into my life,” I thought, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had escalated. It felt surreal, almost like a scene from a movie.

As the reporters bombarded me with harsh and unforgiving questions, their cameras flashing like lightning, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.

The bright lights were blinding, and the noise was overwhelming. My head started to beat faster as I struggled to keep my composure.

Just then, I noticed some large bodyguards approaching to help me, their imposing figures cutting through the chaos.

However, these bodyguards didn’t look like Berry’s usual security team. Their unfamiliarity made me feel uneasy and confused; who were these people stepping in to rescue me in what felt like my darkest hour?

As they surrounded me, they led me toward a sleek black car parked nearby. Suddenly, a thought struck me like a bolt of lightning.

“What if they are part of a setup?” I pondered, feeling a flicker of fear as I jerked my hands away from their grasp.

One of the bodyguards noticed my hesitation and assured me, “You’re safe with us, Miss Ophelia,” before he opened the car door for me.

When I looked inside, I was greeted by a strikingly handsome man, his presence commanding.

He had a large wolf tattoo tattooed on his neck, and I watched as he elegantly sipped his coffee. Everything about him radiated a sense of power and intimidation.

“Please, get in, Miss Ophelia,” one of the bodyguards urged me, his tone calm and patient.

Glancing back at the throng of reporters pushing closer, I felt a sense of urgency and knew that I needed to escape, even if it led me to the hospital eventually for the chaos that had unfolded.

As I settled into the car, the atmosphere shifted. It was no longer tense and cold; a different energy began to fill the space.

The man seated next to me broke the silence, his voice deep and gravelly, laced with a hint of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “You still trust people too easily,” he remarked, as if he could read my thoughts.

“Who are you?” I asked with a lot of curiosity, my eyes glued to his face, which was hidden behind a mask.

He slowly pulled off his mask, and I felt my breath catch in my throat, not because I recognized him, but because he was unbelievably attractive and charming.

My heart beat wildly as I took in his stunning features, and for a moment, I was completely lost in my thoughts, just admiring how handsome he was. But then, he let out a scoff that snapped me back to the present moment, bringing reality crashing down around me.

“I really need to talk to Berry quickly,” I reminded myself, trying to push aside the overwhelming feelings his appearance stirred within me.

"Are you really thinking about going back to him after everything he did to you, Ophelia?" he asked, and my eyes widened in surprise.

It felt as though he knew my life story, even though I rarely let anyone close enough to know me at all. I wasn’t the kind of person who easily socialized or made connections with others.

"You should take a break. Aren't you feeling worn out?" His voice carried undertones of concern, but also anger and jealousy, which sent a strange fluttering feeling in my chest.

“Take us to a bar,” he instructed his driver, and as the car moved, I found myself strangely silent, absorbed in my thoughts and emotions.

He was right; I really did need a little escape from everything weighing me down.

When we finally stepped out of his car, I found myself standing in front of a luxurious bar in the heart of the city.

The building looked impressive, with bright lights and an inviting atmosphere, and I could feel my heart beating faster at the thought of stepping inside.

The excitement and nervousness mixed together created a whirlwind of emotions inside me as I contemplated what would happen next.

"Who is this guy, really?" I wondered as he waved me over to come inside. I hesitated for a moment, fully aware that I needed to find a way to break free from my troubles tonight.

As we walked into the fancy VIP lounge, he didn’t order any drinks or snacks. Instead, he just stared at me with such intensity that I began to feel uneasy.

It was as if his gaze was peeling away my layers, making my insides squirm with discomfort.

I decided to order a bottle of alcohol, fully knowing that I didn’t handle my liquor well. My mind was swirling with the painful memories of betrayal, especially the image of Berry kissing my sister.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks, the hurt raw and fresh.

Meanwhile, the mysterious man continued to scroll through his phone, showing no interest in me or my emotional state.

It felt as if I were alone, even though he was right there.

I took a deep gulp of the alcohol, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat, and strangely, that only made me crave more.

After just three glasses, I started to feel lightheaded and tipsy. A small, sad chuckle escaped my lips as I thought, "Some people are just so unlucky in this world!" I took another swig when, suddenly, the stranger interrupted me.

“Hey! You were totally ignoring me a minute ago!” I yelled, my voice ringing out in the almost empty lounge. Thankfully, it was just the two of us in that space.

“You’re drunk,” he said calmly, trying to help me steady myself on my feet. But I brushed his hands away, a bitter laugh escaping me.

“Why are you even here with me? Don’t you see how unfortunate I am, just like so many other people?" I asked, feeling the weight of my sorrow and frustration spill out in my words.

Out of nowhere, my gaze was drawn to his irresistibly appealing lips and his striking features that seemed almost too perfect, like a demi-god.

He wore a shirt that had three buttons at the top undone, which only added to his allure.

Feeling a surge of excitement, I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in closer to him.

I meant to create a moment that felt a little wild, a little daring, and my heart sparked as I closed the space between us, our warm breaths mingling in the air and brushing against each other’s cheeks.

Rather than pushing me away or reacting with anger, he surprised me completely.

He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me even closer to him, and I felt a thrill run through my body.

With a playful grin, he looked into my eyes and said, "I want to do something crazy too. That was exactly what I was hoping for."

And then, in a tender yet exhilarating way, he leaned in to kiss me softly, capturing my lips gently, sending a rush of feelings through me. It felt like the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us and this electrifying moment we were sharing.