2 MONTHS BACKIt had been a week since I found Daisy sleeping on the living room couch every day, patiently waiting for me. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room, stirring her from her slumber. Rubbing her tired eyes, she exclaimed, “Dylan, you’re here. Let me warm up some food for you.” Confusion and frustration overwhelmed me. Why was she persistently waiting for me? Even my own parents never went to such lengths. Was she intentionally trying to appear pitiful in front of me? Wasn’t her marriage to me solely driven by my fame and wealth? Wasn’t that the motive behind every girl who had ever approached me? Suddenly, it all became clear. Realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I reached into my purse, retrieved the sleek black card, and swiftly approached Daisy, who stood in the kitchen, diligently plating the food. With a forceful slam, I placed the black card on the cold, granite kitchen counter.“Isn’t this what you want?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with
DAISY’S POVOh God, what should I wear?! I’ve heard from Julian that Dylan’s mother, Mrs. Diana, is an elegant and sophisticated woman. Shouldn’t I wear something similar to that when I meet her? But as I gaze into my wardrobe, I realize I have nothing like that! Frustrated, I slump on the side of the bed, my hands resting heavily on my lap. “Daisy, sweetheart, aren’t you ready yet?” Mrs. Kate exclaims, her voice filled with surprise, as she enters my room. “No, I don’t know what to wear. I don’t have anything classy or in nude colors,” I reply, a hint of tears welling up in my eyes.The parents’ meeting overwhelmed me, and it was the first time Dylan ever spoke to me since our marriage. With only a few days left to spend with him, I felt the pressure to not disappoint him. Mrs. Kate, with her impeccable sense of dressing, offered something that caught my attention. Confused, I asked her what it was, unsure if any of her clothes would fit me. She smiled, her eyes filled with excite
“No nothing.” I said while covering my mouth. Dylan on the other hand sighed and started the car engine.It had been 30 long minutes into the car ride, and Dylan’s silence hung heavy in the air, making the atmosphere unbearably awkward. Desperate to break the tension, I mustered up the courage to speak. “Um, your watch is pretty, where did you get it?” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. I hoped my go-to conversation starter would work its magic, just like it did at those dull business parties.But instead, all Dylan could manage was a confused expression and a simple sentence or should i say word that was “huh?!” That’s all, My heart sank. No I got the watch from xxx place, you know what else places I had traveled, anything to keep the conversation going. But it seemed like this trick only worked on women.“The watch,” I said with a smile, curiosity tugging at me. The glimmer of the timepiece caught my eye, its polished silver reflecting the soft glow
“Daisy,” Mrs. Diana spoke, her knife slicing through the juicy fruits with a satisfying sound. “What kind of fruit do you like? Shall I cut them for you?” The room was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly cut fruit, making my mouth water. “I don’t have a particular favorite,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. “I like everything.” Mrs. Diana’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “You, Daisy, you are so perfect. I was always surrounded by picky eaters,” she said, gesturing towards where Dylan and his father had gone.Despite the delicious distractions, we managed to finish the award dinner. Soon, Dylan and my son retreated to the study for what Miss Diana called ‘the bigness talk.’When I first saw Dylan’s parents at the rehearsal dinner, I anticipated encountering the stereotypical wealthy parents portrayed in N*****x dramas. I imagined the mothers offering money to the less fortunate girlfriends of their sons, only to have the girlfriend defiantly reject the offer and retaliate by t
Oh god, that guy is such a jerk. How can he say this to someone? He is so smooth with the flirting; I know he’s only doing this to annoy me! Ugh, I hate him, but why does my face can’t stop turning red?! What is wrong with me? I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were all flushed, and I couldn’t keep my hands from trembling. Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that will calm me down. Yes, that’s a great idea. I stepped into the shower and was greeted by the warm water cascading down, creating a soothing sound as it hit the tiles. The scent of Dylan’s male products filled the air, reminding me of him. Reluctantly, I realized I didn’t have any other options, so I decided to use them. After a 30-minute long shower, the water washed away my anxiety, leaving me feeling refreshed. As I looked at my wet clothes on the floor, panic set in. I didn’t have an extra pair to wear. Frantically searching, I found a bathrobe near the sink, its soft fabric providing some comfort as I wrapped i
DYLAN POVHer dark blue eyes widened. Guess I almost predicted her expression. Obviously nobody will think that the president of the most prestigious company in the world was a soldier before. Only if that day didn’t have occurred, I still would have lived my dream job, but most people think the opposite of this, they choose to live comfortably and wealthy like a billionaire than risking your life as a soldier for the country. I guess daisy will think the same.“yes its true. Most people dont know about this,” I replied with a sign.“Wow, why did you leave that job, then?” she said with disappointment.“what do you mean why you left? Ain’t you relieved that I left the job?” I said, with confusion. Every time I told somebody about this, they all were relieved that I left that job. I thought that Daisy would react the same way.“why would I be relieved? That seems like a super cool one, like a real life superhero. saving innocent people by risking your life. Thank you for doing that f
“Daisy, what happened to your lips?” Mr. Astor’s puzzled voice echoed in the room, the confusion evident in his tone. I glanced at Dylan, a smirk playing on his lips. He was such a jerk. The events of last night still lingered in my mind, his strange behavior leaving me baffled. And that kiss, oh, it was something else. It felt like a gentle caress to my soul, revitalizing me in ways I had never experienced before. But he took it too far, kissing me relentlessly for a solid half an hour. The exhaustion from the frantic preparations I had made to meet his parents had consumed me, and I couldn’t even recall when I drifted off into a deep sleep.As I stood there, my mouth hanging open, the room fell silent. I searched desperately for an excuse, but my mind drew a blank. Just as the awkwardness became unbearable, Mrs. Diana came to my rescue. Her voice cut through the tension. “Ron, let it go. Have your breakfast, you’re running late.” Her words offered a lifeline, even though I knew
It’s been a week since the parents’ visit. Since then, Dylan has been showing up at home early. I can hear the gentle sound of his footsteps as he approaches. He speaks to me with kindness now, and we have grown closer, almost like a couple. But he also playfully teases me more than before, making me laugh. His kisses are passionate and filled with urgency, as if there’s no tomorrow. Life feels good in these moments. However, amidst this happiness, I can’t help but feel guilty for Julian. I will have to explain everything to Julian when I find her again. I hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me. The weight of my actions burdens me, as I reflect on my failure to be a good friend.“Squirrel, squirrel, my little squirrel. Where are you?” Dylan’s voice echoed through the house as he entered, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.“I’m here, Dylan, and stop calling me that.” I replied from the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clinking as I prepared dinner for us. He smiled,
DYLAN'S POV I gazed at Daisy, stunned by what I had just heard. The words lingered in the air, a mix of confusion and curiosity filling my mind. As I tried to comprehend the meaning behind “it’s her first time,” the memory of Julian’s words echoed in my thoughts, vivid and clear. FLASHBACK “i just dropped those love birds on their honeymoon, sweet, ha maybe they might become the next couple to get married after us.” julian looked at me and smiled. From the moment met Julian, She hasn’t stopped chattering about Daisy and her seemingly perfect new boyfriend. Her voice, full of excitement, filled the air, as she described his every detail. Indeed, Daisy is undeniably beautiful, just as she had claimed, but I can’t help but feel that Noah isn’t the right match for her. That guy, with his youthful appearance, looks like a mere child. Yet, who am I to pass judgment? “Perhaps you shouldn’t be overly eager about them sleeping together before marriage,” I said, my expression rema
“DYLAN, PLEASE STOP, DON’T MAKE ME HATE YOU!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the room. The energy surged through my body, desperation fueling my voice. In that moment, Dylan froze in mid-air, his hands slowly releasing their grip on mine. It was as if he was slowly regaining his senses. As he took each step back, his eyes were bloodshot, his face hardened and emotionless. Despite being five feet away, his cold aura still enveloped me, sending shivers down my spine. His anger was palpable, and I braced myself for another possible attack. But to my surprise, he walked over and sat down on the coffee table, his head buried in his palms. I couldn’t see his face, as he covered it with his hands, but his frustration was evident as he muttered, “What the hell am I doing?” “Daisy, am I really that terrible? Can’t you just love me instead of him? God, what am I even doing, forcing someone who doesn’t even want me,” he said, his hands trembling as he slo
“Oh my God, Daisy, it’s you,” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. " you look great..wow" he said, the sound of his stammering filled the air as he struggled to find his words. The sight of him standing before me brought a mix of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I managed to smile, the joy of seeing him mingling with a bittersweet nostalgia. “You too, Noah,” I replied, my voice heavy with emotion. The room seemed to fill with the scent of memories as I thought back to a time when I was free, when I could be myself without any constraints. I was Daisy White, untethered, but now I was bound in the cage of Dylan, someone else’s wife. Despite my love for Dylan, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of losing myself in the process of loving him. But I knew, as his wife, I had to continue on. “How are you?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, as if I could break down and cry at any moment. Guilt washed over me, even though Noah was the on
As we arrived at the luscious venue, it became clear that it was held in the most prestigious and wealthiest hotel in the country. Stepping into the venue, my breath caught in my throat as I took in the stunning sight of the space adorned with an abundance of vibrant flowers. The soft glow of the carefully placed lighting added an ethereal touch to the atmosphere. There was a separate section dedicated to food and wine, tantalizing aromas wafting through the air. Every person in attendance seemed to have stepped straight out of the front page of Forbes magazine or P*******t, exuding elegance and wealth. I couldn’t help but feel out of place amidst this glamorous crowd. However, as Dylan began to walk, every eye in the room fixated on him as if he were the main character in this grand setting. Surprisingly, none of this seemed to faze him; he moved with an air of indifference, unaffected by the extravagant surroundings. “Mr Aster, what a pleasant surprise .. I didn’t know you woul
I almost lost count of how many times Dylan had brought a stranger girl home. It had become a habit, a painful one, to witness Dylan sleeping with other women. But now, there were no more tears left to cry. As I woke up, the gentle morning light filled the room, casting a warm glow. The soft sound of birds chirping outside welcomed the new day. I knew it was Sunday, which meant Dylan would be home all day, subjecting me to both torture and serenity. Rising from the bed, I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, easing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I dressed in a simple grey shorts and tank top, ready to face the day. As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the room. Exactly at 8 o’clock, Dylan emerged from his bedroom wearing a bathrobe and took a seat at the dining table. His voice carried a hint of irritation as he spoke. “Do I have to remind you every time to serve? Can’t you just keep it on the table,
DYLAN'S POV Damn it, didn’t she claim to be a nutritionist? How the hell did she end up in a state of malnourishment? It’s infuriating how she can switch between innocence and pity. Just like now, she’s gazing out the window with wide, doughy eyes and a slightly tilted smile on her face. The sight of her smiling for the first time in ages almost makes me forget how cruel and wicked this woman truly is. “How on earth did you end up in malnourishment, Daisy? Aren’t you a nutritionist?! Didn’t they teach you how to take care of yourself, along with your patients? Don’t you even eat the damn food you prepare for me every day?” I couldn’t help but blurt out in frustration. The words escaped my lips, hanging in the air with a mix of anger and concern. Daisy’s expression remained unchanged, her face devoid of any emotion as she replied, “You know, you’re not here every day... and when you do come, you’re always busy with, well, you know...” The silence between us was heavy, filled wi
“What do you mean, Dylan?” I said, my confusion evident in my voice. I couldn’t understand why he was so concerned about where I had been that day. After all, he had never asked me about my plans before. “Daisy Smith, I’m asking you again, whom did you meet on that day?” He applied pressure with each word, his grip on my waist tightening painfully. I winced at the discomfort. “I met nobody! I just...” My words were cut off as he forcefully placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. My heart raced, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. “You met your filthy ex-boyfriend, didn’t you?” He accused, his lips grazing mine as he spoke the words “ex-boyfriend.” “What ex- boyfriend?” I asked. Confusion washed over me. Was he referring to Noah? But he hadn’t mentioned Noah since the incident with the wallpaper. Why did he think I had met Noah? What was going through his mind? “For God’s sake, Daisy, stop acting dumb!” He shouted, his voice
It’s been a whole week, and Dylan hasn’t set foot at home even once. I attempted to visit his office, but he was nowhere to be found. The clock struck midnight, and there was still no sign of him. I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t come today either. As I was about to store the food in the refrigerator, the creaking of the main door caught my attention. It swung open, revealing a towering figure - Dylan. He stood there, tall and commanding, in his impeccably tailored three-piece suit. His tie hung loosely around his neck, hinting at exhaustion from a long day. Despite it all, his radiance and elegance remained undiminished. “Dylan, where have you been?” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with a mix of relief and concern. I rushed towards him, my feet pounding against the ground, and wrapped my arms around his domineering body. As his warmth enveloped me, a wave of comfort washed over me, banishing the worries that had plagued me all week. But the fleeting moment of solace
DYLAN POVNo.. no..no…This couldn’t be happening. The sight before me was unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a shiver run down my spine. I wasn’t prepared to face this reality. How could Daisy be with someone else? This wasn’t the Daisy I knew. Summoning every ounce of courage, I looked again. My heart sank, and my world crumbled. It was indeed Daisy, locked in a passionate embrace with none other than her ex-boyfriend, Noah Smith. The sight was like a knife through my heart, leaving me feeling empty and broken.“Daisy, my love, why did it take you so long to come here? I’ve been waiting for you, longing for your presence... Have you forgotten your ex-boyfriend now that you have a wealthy husband?” Noah’s voice trembled as he gently ran his fingers through the soft strands of the daisy. Anger surged within me, causing my fist to tighten, but I chose to remain silent, straining my ears to catch the daisy’s response, desperately hoping it would be in my favor. I prayed