Rose's POV

It was 12:34am, still have no clue where my husband is or what he is doing at the office so late. Was he even at the office? I highly doubt it.

I was sipping on a glass of water when suddenly my phone's notification goes off, my eyes wandering to the screen's light against the dark midnight of my room. It was luxurious for me, no doubt my CEO husband took great care of me in this mansion, but the thing is that he took such great care of me that he forgot that I was his wife.

His contract wife.

I place the glass down on the coffee table and take the silenced phone in my hand, opening it and furrowing my eyebrows.

Unknown: Sent a photo.

This guy... or gal, they have been sending me threatening messages to leave my husband or I will be in grave danger. As someone who loves my husband dearly, I thought that our love can save me from all these hate-filled messages. I ignored them because at the end of the day it was just me and my numb husband living silently in this huge mansion.

Although, I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.

It was my husband's face. I cannot force myself to trick brian into thinking that man was someone else. A stranger.

In his arms was a lovely girl with the most beautiful hair and the most beautiful streak of skin tones around her exposed body through her silky rose robe.

What a day to start with.

I stare at the wall in front of me blankly.

Was I happy or was I crumbling in the agony of my heart that my husband was cheating on me with this stunning model perfect woman?

Was I not enough?

What did my stupid brain even expect from a rich CEO like himself? He's got options while I have to stick with just what is thrown my way.

I smile and get myself off the bed.

I cannot guarantee my heart's safety with this man anymore. It's lost its cage and is freely roaming around now.

This was not new.

The photo was only a confirmation for all the accusations I had been blaming on the male until now.

Daniel Colsen was his name.

Filthy rich. Stinky rich.

His parents were once upon a time viewed as the city's noble people for all the charity work they do with the money but all rich people do that, right? They have so much wealth, they refuse to give it to the government and sell their empathy along with their money to the poor for fame and recognition.

I was tired of this mess.

I decided to clean myself up. My mind and my heart first, then my body as I take a long warm shower.

I try my best not to cry over this.

It was like he fed me slow poison.

At least he was considerate enough to give me this slow poison rather than kill me instantly with the gun pointed to my head.

I maybe have an addiction to his slow poison too, because which wife would let her husband stay out with another woman knowing that he was cheating on her? I was that stupid wife.

Love had its own limits. And mine just exceeded as I needed to take a break from my sedentary love life and get a dynamic one instead.

I formulate a plan, but I am only worthy of executing it once I find a head start on it.

I slept on an empty stomach.

***

The next morning rolls in but my body was still sore with grief. Why did he even do this to me? I decided not to ruin yet another precious morning of mine and check my phone before I go to the bathroom.

Unknown: Come to City Hospital.

I grew concerned.

Is it about my husband? Did he get sick? Is he suffering from a disease or worse... did he get into yet another accident?

My stupid mind was listening to my heart when I promised myself just yesterday not to think about the man.

Stupendously, I quickly brush my teeth and run outside the mansion, asking the driver to take me to the hospital as he judges me by looking at my vague dressing. Maybe he thought I needed a hospital visit and I'm bringing a piece of good news to the house.

I rush out of the car and ask the receptionist for my husband's name.

"And what are you to him?" Ridiculous. Don't they watch the news?

"I'm his wife..." I sadly utter. Right...

On our marriage day, Daniel refused every media person and asked them not to make this a wedding of the century. Anyway, coming back to me running across the hallways of this cursed building, I bump into a woman who was looking too similar to someone I've seen in yesterday's abnormal photo.

"You..." I point my finger at her.

"Shush, sweetie. Let's not make a scene here. It's reserved for later." She says and I don't understand a single syllable she said. I make a face and search for my husband, instead.

"Looking for your husband, dear?" She asks and I stabilize my moving neck.

"Yes." I raise an eyebrow and answer her.

"Well. I must say that I love your sense of timing. Maybe you should be a nurse again rather than sit in that mansion of my boyfriend and enjoy all of his wealth." She says and my blood almost boils in anger.

"How dare you." I snarl at her, grinding my jaws together.

There was absolutely no one around, not a CCTV in this lobby and I found it so suspicious. I don't want to cause a scene so I simply wanted to walk away and rather find my husband to confront him in front of everyone in this building.

Although, my plans won't necessarily come true.

Out of the blue, I hear the woman speaking again. Doesn't she have any common sense?

"Excuse me miss, I think you forgot to do your role." She says and I almost think that she was an asylum escapee.

"What the fuck do you—" my words are cut off when I see a small knife in her hand.

I widen my eyes and take my steps back. But apparently, the attack wasn't planned on me.

"You know why I and your husband are here? It's because I fucking coughed and sneezed and I had a runny nose in the morning. I woke up in his arms, you hear me? He doesn't even sleep in the same bed with you, filthy rat." She says and every word stabs me in the heart.

"What the hell are you on now?" I ask her out of fear.

"Nothing. Just wanted to say that Daniel will divorce soon and he will be my toy." She says and SNAP! she cuts her own hand so precisely, it was right beside her jugular extension and I was absolutely losing my mind.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" I scream and just then, the last person on earth that I wanted to witness the scene runs over and gasps at me.

"She tried to k-kill me!" The mad woman screams and points the knife at me.

Wow, he's really dense. I thought.

"What the fuck!? The knife is literally in your hand, you stupid bitch!" I scream and draw people's attention immediately.

"Enough! I've seen you seducing my boyfriend at the hospital five months ago! That's why he married you filthy ass!" She says and I scoff before looking at Daniel who was rather on his stupid girlfriend's side.

"I'm divorcing you." He says and my eyes enlarge so big, I thought they were popping out of my skull.

"So easy?" I ask and he clenches his jaw before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the hallway. The staircase was right in front of us as I try my best to release them from his death grip.

"Leave me!" I scream and he does leave me.

I almost fall down the stairs if it wasn't for the railing that my back hits and I groan in pain.

"I'm divorcing you and that's fucking final." He says.

***

Daniel's POV

I threw her to the ground and I hear my lady gasp. Rachel was indeed such a sweetheart, she didn't want me hurting Rose but after what she did, I can do more than hurt her physically.

How dare she even do that? I always knew something was stinking wrong with the woman. She was always after my wealth.

"You shady mistress! You broke my family!" Screams Rose as I almost slap her but seeing her face... tears running down out of anger... I thought it was best not to make things worse. People are already watching.

"Did you never love me...?" She asks me and makes me look at her filthy face. Was I... was I too inhumane? People are watching and I'm still extending this. I should leave.

"No." I simply utter and think of a way to keep things out of the media's attention. She can turn out to be the biggest scam for me, so I have to shut her up with the money. That's what she wants anyway.

This was such a grand pre-birthday gift for me.

"You!" I point my finger at the woman who was in pain and on the ground after I stripped her of her dignity and pride.

"You will leave my house in one week. You know where my cabin is and you will find the divorce sheets there. Sign in and leave quietly. I'll send you a hundred million to keep your mouth shut." I harshly say and hug the love of my life and leave her be.

"Come on darling," I say and take Rachel with me back to her check-up because she was sick and might have a cold.

***

Back to Rose's POV

I am on the floor and people are looking at me like I've just done something so spiteful against their relationship when I was the wife of that man in reality. I can't control what people think of me, can I? So I decided to gather myself up and scoff at these people because no one was willing to help me up even if I just cracked my back terribly for this morning's dose.

I sniffle and release a shaky breath out.

If this was how it is going to be, so be it.

Nobody wanted his money except for himself.

If that bitch can be bitchy, then I can be bitchier.

The world has forgotten about Rose Smith after the fatal accident of my parents Jim Smith and Elizabeth Smith in 1999. They think that I'm dead, but no. I was very much alive.

The legend of my father's will was that the only girl child of his will inherits the crazy assets and properties after their death... but who knew that their death was so soon?

I reach the bathroom and wash my face on the first floor. I couldn't stay on that very floor for two different things. He and them.

My abuser and my spectators.

I wipe my face away and pull my phone out from my robe's pocket. I hiss when u find out that its screen was severely damaged.

Just the outer one so it gave me a second chance at the original screen. Ripping the screen guard out, I use the phone to connect with my pillar and my protector.

My elder brother the world knows him as the best surgeon in whole of America, one of the finest and the most skilled doctors, Leo Smith.

"Hey! It's been a long time, nurse! How's marriage?" He asks and my moon instantly comes down.

"Oh no... don't tell me." I tsk and pinch the bridge of my nose as I say to him.

"I'm back. Get me online and those stupid forms I need to fill for an investment."

"An investment into your own company?" He chuckles when I can clearly hear how happy and prideful he sounded.

"Yes. Mine." I say and he chuckles again.

"Come home, the devil. I've been dying to listen to you say this. Say it." He says and I giggle before gathering my bad bitch energy.

"The devil is back in business, baby."