Mr. President's Wife

Chapter 1 ; Hate

Roxette pov

I am Roxette Anderson, 23 years old living with my so cold husband that has never been with me after our wedding day.

Yes, I live in his palatial house…alone. Oh! With our maid of course.

I bet he was busy looking for his ex-girlfriend. I just heard the girl was gone on the day we got married and he loved this woman so much that he left me, his wife alone on the day that was supposed to be our honeymoon.

I kept my eyes close and so my ears, for his peevishness for I am guilty of replacing his girlfriend and taking her place as his wife.

Well," it's not that I like him or anything like that, but our family decided for our future and forced us to get married for business purposes.

I grew up with my grandfather who actually stood as my adopted parent and gave me a wealthy life.

And this is how I repay him, obeying his command. It's just sad that I got married without him by my side to walk me to the aisle because he passed away 2 years ago.

I am often alone at home with our maid Esmi who's in her late 40's, doing household chores, cooking etc.

Just to get rid of boredom while I'm at home.

Also, they strictly instruct me that I must win my husband's heart so that he forgets that woman easily.

But how can I do that if he mostly lives in his office and only comes home when he needs something.

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"Esmi, please take the other food out of the kitchen, he could be on his way home by this time."

I instructed Esmi, who was already holding a bowl of steamed rice, rushing to the huge dining table.

"Yes ma'am." She briefly said. I, on the other hand, organize the cutleries on the table.

It's been three months since Ralf and I got married.

But the number of nights he came home to this house is almost counting on my fingers.

He was often spending his nights at bars and nightclubs and during the day he was either busy working in his office or searching for that girl, I assumed.

A few more minutes passed and I heard a noise from his car.

I felt every "thud' my heart made inside my chest as I am rushing myself to take off the apron I was wearing.

Before he got his foot into the door I ran there to meet him.

He wasn't yet aware of my presence so I took a quick sigh before his eyes met the spot where I was standing to reduce the tense that I felt.

This is how I feel whenever he comes home, I am full of nervousness that makes my hands sweat and my knees feels weak.

I felt some traces of sweat in my forehead but I ignored it to maintain my posture as he approached the way in where I was waiting.

I could immediately see the changes in his facial expression from being calm to suddenly frowning.

"What do you want? From the way he speaks, I knew he was annoyed.

He then handed Esmi the suitcase he was carrying and the jacket he took off.

"I-I' preparing for dinner, let's have dinner together." I stammered.

"I'm not here to have dinner with you, I'll just have to get some important files and then I'll leave right away."

He coldly said, continuous walking and I just followed him until we reached the first step of the staircase.

"You're leaving right away? Why? Aren't you going to sleep here? I asked without any hesitation, I just felt that I should ask him.

Then he stopped and threw his gaze on me whose height was just leveled on his chest.

"Why? He frowned at me. I bit the inside of my lower lips, as I turned my gaze down on the floor. I don't know what to say, I don't really know why I am asking him those questions.

"Do you want me to stay?" Why? Did they finally instruct you to sleep with me?

I immediately felt insulted by his words referring to the elders.

"What do you mean?' I looked up to him and asked blankly pretending that I had no idea of what he meant.

He hissed some air and I know he still has words to say.

"Listen!" He said emphatically to my face.

"Stop their elution because what they want is never gonna happen. So please can you just fvck off' whenever I'm here"? I am so disgusted with you!"

Then he pushed me away just enough to have his way up to the stairs.

For a moment, I was shocked blankly.

"Ma'am Roxette? Are you okay?"

I got back to my senses when esmi asked.

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a forceful smile, but inside me I felt I was embarrassed in front of her.

"Hmp, it's alright, come on let's just eat then."

I said as I led the way to the dinning hall.

I can't blame Ralf. His grandfather just forced him to marry me and because of that he was separated from the woman he really loved.

It’s sad to think that I’ve ruined a deep relationship, but what else can I do? I'm just exactly in the same situation as him, the difference is just that he's in a relationship at the time I entered the picture.

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3 days later

"Roxette! Roxette! Where are you?

A Loud voice echoed throughout the mansion.

I quickly left the room and as I went down the stairs I immediately saw Aunt Lyn.

"Aunty? What is it?"

Aunt Lyn is the eldest child of my adopted grandfather. She was one of those who raised me, her words were sharp at times, but she taught me many lessons as I grew up.

"You're really useless! Your husband left and went abroad to look for his ex -girlfriend, but here you are mumbling alone!

I just bowed.

"That's why he was carrying so much luggage last night when he left.'

"Let's not bother him aunty. Maybe he still needs time to adjust to our situation.

I said, knowing that has nothing to do with it.

"Time for what?! He was already a married man, he must be fulfilling his duty as a husband, not the man of someone else out there."

I know I can't win this conversation, so I just left and climbed the stairs up to my room and played deaf to my aunt's words.

As soon as I entered the room, silence embraced me.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and let my mind fly to something else.

Honestly, the biggest trouble for me is being with that man.

And I feel relief when he's not around.

There's also no big deal to me if he found that girl and be with her if he wants to. For me, being married to him in papers is enough, I just always feel anxious whenever I see him, so much better if we don't see each other more often.