I’m Just His Wife

He did the same to my father and I who were now smiling, even though Ivan only gave Mom a small smile.

Mom accompanied us to Dad and Ivan”s parents. We saw them happily eating at the same table and they had others with them.

“Ricardo, your daughter was here with her family!” Mom said so the people at that table turned to us, including Dad.

Dad immediately stood up and smiling hugged me so I hugged him back. I am teary eyed now, I missed my parents so much.

After we hugged, he hugged Ice and Ivan. Even Ivan”s parents Mommy Jen and Tito Iverson hugged me.

I would have just sat down if someone had stopped me. My eyes widened when I saw Kuya Ryan.

“Ella …” he said seriously and hugged me.

To my great surprise I did not hug him back. We weren’t that close because he seemed to be mad at me.

“K-Kuya Ryan …” I whispered and hugged him as well.

When we sat down I could see Mom’s smile. Kuya and I hugged for the first time in his whole life so maybe he’s smiling.

While eating we couldn’t help but talk.

“How were you and Ivan, sister?” Mommy Jen asked smiling so I was stunned by the food.

I turned to Ivan and he didn’t seem to hear anything. He was still seriously eating and was still teasing Ice. My eyes widened slightly when I saw him wearing his ring. He only wears his ring once, when we have a family gathering he always wears it. It”s still a bit surprising really when I see him wearing that. Maybe it”s because I”m used to not seeing him wearing that.

I sneezed and smiled before speaking. “It’s okay …” I answered sparingly.

I saw Brother Ryan’s raw grin so I turned to him. He was also looking right at me and he circled me. He was obviously disappointed with my answer.

I just bent down and ate. Ivan said goodbye to go to the comfort room so I took care of Ice.

When I noticed that Ivan had been around for quite some time, I also said goodbye and went to CR first.

As I walked towards the CR I felt nervous. I don’t know but the strength of my chest pounding.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When I got close to the CR I sighed at what I saw, because the door was open so I could see it. Ivan and Lara … they were … they were KISSING.

I hid behind the wall and covered my mouth to prevent sobbing. I’m crying again. Kainis, aren’t tears running out of supply? I was always crying.

I was surprised when someone approached me and hugged me.

“Shh … stay, Miss. He doesn’t deserve your tears …” was a man’s voice.

“Si … Who were you?” I said and walked away from him to see his face.

He smiled at me and wiped my tears with his thumb. “You’re mean to me, Ella. Don’t you know me?” He was joking.

I stared at him intently and sighed when I realized who he was. “Seymour …”

Rigella’s POV

Seymour hugged me while I leaned on his shoulder, we have been like this since then and there was no malice. We sat on the bench here in the garden of the mansion and my tears were still dripping non-stop. I don’t know, whatever I stop crying I still can’t do.

By the way, Seymour was also my childhood friend, my best friend. He left when we were in fourth year high school because his family migrated to Canada. And that’s the time I met Roxanne and we became best friends.

“Oh, you still don’t want to stop, do you? Can I wash the dishes now? Your eyes were like a faucet.” He was joking so I laughed and slapped him on the arm.

“You’re still not changing, you’re still corny.” I said with a smile as I wiped away my tears. That’s it, I stopped crying.

Even though I was looking at the fountain in front of us I could feel his gaze on me so I turned to him. And, oh my God! Wrong move, our noses collided and I almost kissed him!

He turned his face away from me and laughed and pinched my nose so I looked at him. I sat down and removed his arm around me.

I just looked at the fountain and I couldn’t help but think of what I saw before. I didn’t know Lara was there. That’s why Ivan just smiled like that when he said goodbye to CR. He will earn Lara.

I sighed and played a game with my hand. To this day, it still hurts. I still can’t accept that he has someone else dear.

“Who was with your husband before?” Seymour suddenly asked so I turned to him, he was just looking at the fountain.

I smiled sparingly. “Lara … his girlfriend.” I answer and bow.

He turned to me and I could see in the corner of my eye the rise of his eyebrow.

He just laughed. “Seriously? You’re his wife but he has a girlfriend?” He laughed jokingly but unlike before, I didn’t laugh anymore.

When he noticed my silence he put his arm around me again and I leaned my head on his shoulder again.

“How long has your husband been cheating on you?” The tone of his voice was serious to the point that it was as if my body hair had risen.

I took a deep breath then replied. “Right from the start, they’re Lara. She just got me really pregnant so she married me. It’s my fault, I wanted to marry her. So now, I’m suffering …” I just whispered the last part of what I said so that he cannot hear.

He patted my back. “Really? Eh why were they still with that woman until now? Didn’t she fall in love with you at least a little bit?” He asked.

I was struck by what he said. I knew in myself that I had done everything but why still not enough? Many people say that I am the perfect wife after all, but was it her? Did he ever appreciate me?

I looked at my ring. An engagement ring and a wedding ring. Her initials and our wedding date were engraved on my wedding ring.

“Apparently, yes. Maybe, I don’t know.” I sparingly answer.

‘tsk. Your charms were strong ah. You’re beautiful, kind, hardworking, smart, rich. Everyone was gone but she hasn’t fallen in love with you? Admit it to me cupcakes, was your husband an alien?” He laughed and said so I smiled and jokingly kicked him. Cupcake was really what he called me since childhood. I don’t know if this was abnormal.

But this side of him was what I want from him. When he knows I don’t want to talk anymore, he will suddenly joke just to make me laugh or smile.

“I don’t know about you, cookie monster.” I teased him that he frowned. That’s what I used to call him.

“By the way, the fashion designer I know was looking for a business partner for the boutique he’s going to build. You might be interested. Didn’t you always dream of having your own boutique?” He said so I walked away from him a little with a smile on his face.