Love, Lust, and Luxury

The papers looked like a death sentence to Amelia. She flipped them and stared at the last page once again. It was 99.9% confirmed. The child was her husband's, she turned over the documents again and glanced at her secretary, who was looking worried at her reaction. "I'm sorry, ma. I really am, " Her secretary muttered in confusion. She definitely didn't have words to say. Amelia took a second look at her secretary and rumpled the documents into her drawer. She wasn't going to believe it . Her husband couldn't have cheated on her, definitely not with her stepsister. Her secretary still stood by her, waiting for a dismissal. Amelia wished she could have her secretary bring the child to her so she could convince herself like she had done for the past one week since she finally saw the child. She reached into her purse to take her phone, and when she brought it out, her hands were shaking. She wasn't about to let her secretary think she was weak. "You can leave, I'd beep you once I need you," she grumbled. "Thank you, ma," she replied and skidded off almost immediately. The door clicked shut, and she slumped into her huge chair. One that had cost a fortune, she always enjoyed crushing Into it especially on bad days cause it relieved her of the tension in her shoulders, but today it did nothing to help her feel better. He couldn't have cheated on her, He loved her. Being married for 2 years, Amelia couldn't think of her husband cheating. But the tests couldn't be a lie, and the resemblance was too obvious to be ignored. The day had almost ended. It was 4pm. when she got the test results. She decided to close for the day and get home. The day was going to be miserable. She knew that. With shaky hands, she arranged her table and carried her bag. She got out and stared at her favourite car. The one she had gotten from her husband on her 24th birthday. That day had been the best day of her life, Getting married had opened her up to wealth being married to one of the richest men in italy. Even though it hadn't shocked her so much when her husband had gotten it for her as a birthday gift, she appreciated it so much. He had been the best thing to ever happen to her. She couldn't imagine him in another woman's bed. She grimaced as the thought crossed her mind. She got into the car after a while and fastened the seatbelt. Amelia drove out of the compound as she wondered whether to confront him with the test results or just act like she didn't know. It was hard to make a decision. Her husband had become her best friend, and she literally told him everything that happened in her life. She sighed, and the rest of the drive home was quiet as she was lost in thought. She got home and waited while the gateman opened the gate. She drove in, exchanged pleasantries, and went into the mansion. Dropping her bag, Amelia took a moment to take in her surroundings. The parlor, which was large enough to fit in three small bedrooms, was illuminated by the huge crystal chandelier, which hung in the middle of the sitting room. She took off her shoes and stepped carefully on the marble floor. Amelia shook her head randomly as she moved her things to her room. She dumped her things where they should be, making sure the room was all in order. She stepped into a flimsy see-through gown and padded barefooted into the kitchen. Her husband would be back anytime, and as much as she had questions, she couldn't allow him to starve. The small cardboard on the kitchen wall revealed what they were having that day. Pasta, which was her husband's favourite. She grinned sheepishly as she brought out the pots. Cooking was one of her favourite habits, and she loved to feed her man. It always had a sense of loving. She reminded herself of the vows he had made to her when they got married. Liam had been all that mattered after the death of her dad. She remembered the first day she visited Liam at his apartment a few weeks after they met. Amelia had stepped into the kitchen to make them lunch. She could remember whisking the eggs when he walked in quietly and hugged her from her back. It had been the first time she was open to such a show of affection. She could remember blushing very hard that day as he teased her with it afterwards. Liam had been all she wanted in a man. After losing her dad, her world had come crashing down. The ones she thought loved her suddenly switched on her and in 3 weeks of her dad's death, she had shocking revelations, one of which included the fact that her mum wasn't her biological mum but her step mother. However, that wouldn't have been an issue if things hadn't changed. She had always treated her like her own daughter, but that didn't continue after her father died. They almost chased her out of the house, almost stripping her of her honour. She had met Liam in that trying time, and as much as he wasn't a figure she imagined herself with, he stood by her against her family members. He gave her all the inheritance she had cause he got married to her. Well, Liam had married her to save her face, but they had ended up falling in love with each other. Amelia sighed and stirred the pasta, which was now boiling. She drained it and continued to make the pepper sauce just the way Liam loved it. She was done setting the table when he strolled in, as handsome as always. She took her time to take his look in before she walked up to hug him. She felt herself melt into his arms as her heart pounded loudly at what would happen if he really had an affair that led to a child. She glanced at him and stroked his cheek. He looked down fondly at her. She could see exhaustion from working too long and always travelling. He was barely at home most weeks. She understood, but she really wished things were different. He had a few beads of sweat on his forehead, so Amelia decided a shower would be okay before eating. "You should take a shower," she muttered and moved away to grab some spoons from the kitchen. He followed her and hugged her again. This time, it rubbed his face into her long and brown silky hair. "I'd shower if you come with me," he murmured into her hair. She felt her n*****s harden a little as she squarmed in his arms. Despite being married for 2 years, his words were still enough to set her on. Patting his chest, she pushed him away gently and stood up straight. "I just had a shower," she whispered to him with a flirty look. "Twice won't kill," he tried again, pulling her back into his arms. She was warm to touch and, as always, his safe haven. Amelia considered it for a brief second and would have replied positively when her phone began to vibrate in the sitting room. She slapped his chest jokingly and walked away, swaying her hips to taunt him. She had a great body shape. She was every man's dream in secondary school. Having big breasts and hips, perfectly shaped in any gown she wore and a beautiful smile which almost never faded. She was called Eve, which her classmates had explained to mean every man's rib. She always caught men staring at her now that she was older. It wasn't something you could actually ignore. She grabbed her phone and sighed. Being a rich man's wife wasn't easy. She replied to the message, whichwas from a friend, and put it on vibration. She dropped it and walked back to the kitchen, but Liam wasn't there. He had probably gone to take his bath. She continued arranging the table as she waited for him.