Chapter 4: Trophy Wife

Somehow, I regained my strength a bit. I was exhausted yesterday from looking for expensive things to wear and use tonight.

I was facing a large mirror while two make-up artists beautified me.

"How lucky you are to have your husband, Ma'am Athara! Imagine, he is the richest man in the country and even abroad. Very handsome. Very stylish. And the power of his sex appeal is damn obsessive. And you have him! I wish to be you!" said the gay named Jemar while fixing my hair.

I was smiling but what was in my heart was the opposite of the expression I showed them.

"Keep smiling, ma'am! What Jemar said is true. Your husband is really handsome! I'm sure there are many people who like him! If gays really had a chance, I'd put Jemar first in line!"

I suddenly felt jealous because of what Harsy said. I was more sensitive when it came to the topic of someone liking Theron. My mind contradicts my heart. My mind was angry at the fact that my heart was such a martyr when it came to Theron.

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