015: Playing An Act

Heather's POV

Although Alexander couldn't properly walk yet, modeling agencies had already begun to call and harass him for jobs again. He hadn't accepted any yet, but I was sure it wouldn't be long before he did so. He could walk up and down the stairs now without any problems, and could jug for short amounts of time. He wasn't back to full health, but it was clear that he was making great improvements.

Although Alexander was happy that he was getting deals after everything that had happened, we still had no idea how news of his surgery had gotten out to the public. It was in front of every newspaper and big magazine, and his phone wouldn't stop buzzing from all the girls and companies trying to reach out to him. At first we had thought Dr Harrington was the snitch, but Alexander figured it was either his father or Mathew who had pulled this stunt.

Although all the attention was a bit sickening, I was happy for Alexander most of the time. We might not be couples at the moment, but it was nice seeing him wake up with a smile every morning. Currently, I was his maid, a role I didn't quite imagine I would play as Alexander Forger's wife. But Alexander had explained the need for this. He was afraid that Mathew might come after him, and if that should happen, he wanted me to be out of the matter.

I understood his reasons for concern, and had taken up the role without much complaints. I was going to be his maid during the day, and at night, I would play the role of his wife. To make the act believable, Alexander treated me no differently than the other workers in the house. He paid me the same amount he paid the others, and treated me the same way he did them.

"Your tea is ready sir." I informed as I lowered the tray onto the table in front of me. He had a guest, the first one in a week. And unlike the others, this one was a female. With just one glance at her, I could already tell that she was filthy rich. Her entire aura reeked of wealth, and I felt like I might go blind just from looking at her. The gold and diamond jewelries she had on were blinding, and they had impeded my sight for a moment, causing me to step on her.

In an instant, the lady rose from her seat and slapped me across the face.

"You careless sewer rat, can't you look where you're going?!" She screamed at me in rage.

The sting of her slap echoed through my cheek, but I kept my head low, doing my best to endure the pain and the humiliation burning through me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been insulted by one of Alexander's rich guests, and I doubted it would be the last. They had a knack for looking down on people, and the past month had taught me all I needed to know while dealing with people like that.

I mustered up a little smile, hoping to conceal the rage that was currently coursing through me. I knew my role here, and I knew that Alexander wouldn't be happy if I stepped out of line. It was for the best, and I just had to live with it.

“My sincere apologies, ma'am. I'll get something to clean it quickly.” I said softly, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.

The woman, however, wasn’t satisfied. “Apologies won’t fix my shoe, will they?” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “Do you know how much these cost? More than your entire existence, I’m sure.”

"She's not worth the effort, Rose. Let's get back to the important matter, I'll make sure to deal with her later." Alexander intervened calmly, his demeanor calm although his eyes seemed cold as he glared at me. I froze for a minute, my heart skipping a beat as I hurriedly left the room. He was like a completely different person whenever I was in this cloth, and sometimes I wondered if he was really the same person whenever we were together at night.

The woman turned to face him, her expression quickly changing from anger to a sweet flirty one. “You're right, dear. I shouldn't let a common maid get the best of me...”

I heard her speak as I walked away. I didn't need a soothsayer to see that this Rose lady, whoever she was, was already in love with Alexander. It was hard to miss it, and I wasn't exactly surprised. If anything, I was simply jealous and angry every time he was with a female. Alexander always seemed to play into their games, leading them on every chance he got. He was clearly a master player, and neither of them had been able to escape his net.

I swallowed hard as I reached the kitchen, my cheek still hurting from the slap from earlier. I had already been through worse, but it hurt more than I had expected.

I had thought that pretending to be a maid would be easy work, but it had been nothing short of torturous since I began. It was difficult to spend the entire day watching my husband flirt and chat with women who were better looking and richer than me. It felt like he preferred them to me, but that wasn't what he said at night. They were better than me at everything, and although Alexander assured me that nothing was going on between him and his clients, I still counted my days as his wife.

I just couldn't help but feel that one day he would leave me for someone else. I had no idea what I had expected when I married one of the most notorious playboys in the city. But looking back, I soon realized that I had gotten no say in the matter. I had been sold to him, and he practically owned me, and was likely to throw me away once I lost my value. He could walk again, there was no need for him to have a wife when he could play around with any girl he wanted right?

I felt my heart burn at the thought of losing Alexander. Was I really that attached to him? We were barely together, yet I couldn't shake this feeling deep inside of me. Could it be that I had fallen for Alexander? Or was this one of the tricks he used on women?