My Replacement Wife

CHAPTER 3

With her suitcase in one hand and her passport in the other, she glanced both ways, fearing Adrien wouldn't arrive. It was only half an hour before boarding, and they still had to go through security.

She silently said a prayer after checking the time.

The day before, after making flimsy excuses to the guests, she went shopping while conversing with her mother and breaking the news that he had married his boss! Her mother, aware of her feelings for this man, congratulated her without fully grasping the situation, as Valeria had only shared the best parts.

She purchased lingerie suitable for a honeymoon, beachwear, and elegant evening dresses—though what was elegant to Valeria might be considered ordinary to Adrien and his luxurious lifestyle. Valeria remained unaware, but not for long.

A Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of her; her boss emerged from the back. The driver promptly retrieved Adrien's small suitcase from the trunk and handed it to Valeria, who accepted it as if it were routine. Adrien barely spared her a glance before entering the airport, proceeding through security, and veering towards his designated boarding gate. Valeria stowed her passport, grabbed both suitcases and hurried after her boss and husband. Maneuvering through the bustling crowd proved challenging.

"Sir! Mr. McKenzie! It's the other way! Please, stop! We'll miss the flight!" But he remained unfazed, ignoring her pleas.

Valeria stopped and dropped the suitcases. Tears welled in her eyes. Realizing they wouldn't reach the boarding gate in time, she glanced back; they were on the opposite side of the airport, and Adrien was drifting further away. Wiping her tears, she retrieved her suitcases and sprinted, managing to intercept him.

"Please! Why are you so sweaty? It's disgusting." Valeria glanced at herself, then rummaged in her pocket for a handkerchief she didn't have, finding only napkins. She wiped her face, leaving shreds of paper on her forehead and cheeks. Adrien rolled his eyes, striding past her. "We're departing on a private jet. How do you expect me to sit with you on a plane? Just look at yourself, Valeria."

Once she caught her breath, she gathered her bags and followed her husband.

Greeted at a door, they descended the stairs and were escorted by bus to the jet. Two gracious stewardesses welcomed them, handling their luggage. Valeria settled beside her husband, who directed her to the rear seat, and she complied.

After a few minutes, as they prepared for takeoff, she visited the bathroom, noticing the scraps of paper on her face. She washed it off, returning to her seat.

The only solace for Valeria was the prospect of honeymooning in Bora Bora with Adrien McKenzie, her husband.

She hadn't anticipated the lengthy flight, enduring bouts of sleep, meals, nausea, and more sleep, all while trailing behind Adrien. She watched two movies and perused photos of their destination, imagining various scenarios, perhaps some romantic moments with her husband.

As they landed, night had descended; it was nearly seven o'clock.

Their luggage was handed over, and a car arrived to fetch them. Adrien sat in the front, leaving her space in the back.

They arrived at a villa reserved solely for them and the staff, available until eight in the evening throughout their stay.

They were given a tour of the magnificent house and the lavish double room. Everything seemed like a dream—white walls, billowing curtains, the gentle breeze, and elegant decor. The sound of the waves permeated the house.

Valeria deposited the suitcases in the room and donned a pair of flip-flops found in the bathroom. She dashed outside, venturing onto the beach, relishing the feel of sand between her toes. She explored barefoot, wetting her feet in the ocean, and dashed back and forth, savoring the fine grains. Glancing back at the house, she noticed Adrien at the door, admiring the paradisiacal scenery.

Returning inside, she noticed Adrien had disappeared into the house.

A woman informed her that dinner was served and they were leaving soon, returning the following morning at eight.

Valeria searched for Adrien, finding him in the courtyard, gazing at the starry sky from a chair.

"Dinner is ready," she informed him.

"I'm not hungry. Dinner without me," he replied.

Valeria didn't press further, making her way to the dining room, where an array of local delicacies awaited. She ate sparingly, her stomach still unsettled from the flight.

When he entered the room they would share, Adrien was already there, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his face bore the flush of recent hot water. Dropping the towel onto a chair, he left himself naked. Valeria turned away, covering her face as she reached for the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were in the bathroom."

"Do you plan to cover your face every time I undress? Go take a bath. Tonight marks our first night as husband and wife. What do you think we'll be doing throughout this year? I intend to exercise my rights as a husband."

Lowering her hands slowly, Valeria turned, astonished by Adrien's nudity. She shuffled to the bathroom, then returned to retrieve the special lingerie she had bought for the occasion.

The notion of a s****l encounter with Adrien after all these years made her skin crawl. He had been the one to take her virginity, and she hadn't been with anyone else since.

She had shaved her entire body the day before, gathered her brown hair atop her head, and stepped into the shower. After drying thoroughly, she brushed her teeth and donned her sensual lingerie.

She arranged her round breasts within the thin fabric that was supposed to be a bra. It descended transparently down her belly. Slipping into her panties, she admired her reflection in the mirror, feeling incredibly sexy as she released her hair to cascade over her shoulders. Patting her cheeks, she opened the bathroom door, cautiously stepping out, seeking refuge within herself.

Adrien observed the woman emerging in her underwear, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her shy gaze, and her tentative steps. For a few brief seconds, he was captivated. Watching her climb into bed and switch off the lights, he reached out to touch her breasts, needing both hands to properly cup them. They were soft and delicate, and... they quickly aroused him. Pulling back the sheets, he carefully removed her lingerie, each brush against Valeria's skin making her tremble, her lips caught between her teeth in an attempt to contain herself. As his hands moved down her belly, she emitted a sigh, encouraging Adrien, who succeeded in removing her panties. He trailed his hands up her thighs before positioning himself above her, caressing her face before leaning down to kiss her.

It was the first kiss he bestowed upon his wife.

Meeting her warm lips, he received a welcoming embrace. Their lips melded in a passionate kiss, their bodies entwining and warming with each movement. Adrien had never imagined that his wedding night with Valeria would unfold in such a manner. Just the act of kissing her felt incredibly gratifying, with a somewhat familiar touch.

Beneath him, Valeria was nervous as Adrien penetrated her carefully. She clutched at his arms, seeking support from the bed's edges, her breath growing heavier. Adrien's body pressed against hers, their faces meeting in another kiss to soothe her nerves. He proceeded gently, containing his desires as he sensed her lack of experience in such matters. Slowly, he eased himself inside her.

As he penetrated her, he felt her inner warmth enveloping him, squeezing him, warming his entire being. It was unbelievable that this was Valeria.

He began to move slowly, rhythmically, accompanied by Valeria's moans with each motion. It didn't take long for her to climax, a fact that pleased Adrien immensely. He tenderly embraced her, thanking how her body hugged him tightly as she surrendered to pleasure. The sensation of being inside her and the familiar warmth it evoked were astonishing to Adrien.

The depth of this woman's tenderness seemed boundless.

Her hands clung to Adrien's back, her head spinning with pleasure as her moans grew louder, the bed rocking as Adrien picked up the pace, eliciting a second orgasm from her. Breathless, she felt Adrien's weight against her, reminiscing about that first night with him when she had given him her virginity unknowingly. It all felt eerily similar, yet Adrien had no inkling that she was the mysterious woman from that past encounter.

Feeling his hands slide down to her buttocks, pulling her closer, drove Adrien wild. He poured himself into her, utterly satiated, filling her. Collapsing beside her, he struggled to catch his breath, placing his hands on his chest as he gazed at the woman beside him, now his wife.

Valeria rose and made her way to the bathroom, meeting her reflection in the mirror. Her face held an unprecedented joy, a profound satisfaction in being back with Adrien, now her husband and the man she loved.

After a quick shower, she returned to bed, lying naked.

Adrien awaited her, enfolding her in his arms as they drifted into sleep together.

The following morning, warm hands roused her from sleep, parting her legs and kissing her back. She felt Adrien's erection pressing against her, and he turned her body to face him, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, sending shivers down Valeria's spine.

It was their second intimate moment in Bora Bora.

Her husband sought to recapture the passion of the previous night.

When the staff arrived, they had breakfast before heading to the beach, where they swam and strolled along the endless stretches of white sand.

The honeymoon week proved to be an incredible experience for Valeria, living out her dreams, and for Adrien, who had initially anticipated the worst but found himself swept away by the moment, enjoying the beauty of the place with his newfound wife.

They engaged in various activities together, relishing the nights spent making love outdoors—on the beach, in the water, and throughout their accommodations—behaving like two lovers on their honeymoon.

But paradise was not eternal, and the honeymoon eventually drew to a close.

Valeria soon noticed Adrien reverting to his former self as they journeyed back. The man who no longer loved her, who no longer paid her any attention.

Clutching onto the memories of those fleeting days, they disembarked, each going their separate ways as if all that had come before had never been.

The honeymoon was over, and they were left to confront reality once more.

Valeria couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment mingled with nostalgia as they parted ways. The vibrant memories of their time together clashed sharply with the stark reality of their relationship. Adrien seemed to drift back into his old self, distant and detached.

Back home, they resumed their routines, but something had shifted between them. The intimacy they had shared during their honeymoon felt like a distant dream. Valeria found herself longing for those passionate moments, yearning for the connection they had briefly experienced.

Yet, as days turned into weeks, it became evident that their bond had weakened rather than strengthened. Adrien grew increasingly preoccupied with work, leaving little time for their relationship. Valeria, too, found herself consumed by her thoughts, wondering where it had all gone wrong.

Their conversations grew strained, punctuated by awkward silences and unspoken tensions. It was as if they were living separate lives under the same roof, strangers bound by a fading memory of love.

Despite their efforts to salvage their marriage, they couldn't escape the inevitable truth: their honeymoon had been nothing more than a fleeting escape from reality. The fantasy they had indulged in had crumbled beneath the weight of their unresolved issues.

Valeria often found herself reminiscing about their time in Bora Bora, clinging to the hope that they could recapture the magic they had experienced there. But as the days passed, that hope dwindled, replaced by a sense of resignation.

She realized that their love story was not destined for a fairy-tale ending. Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are meant to remain as memories, cherished for what they were—a brief glimpse of happiness in an otherwise tumultuous journey.

As she reflected on their failed attempt at love, Valeria couldn't help but wonder if they had been destined to part ways from the very beginning. Perhaps their paths had crossed only to teach them valuable lessons about love, loss, and the fragile nature of human connections.

In the end, all she could do was accept the reality of their situation and move forward, holding onto the memories of their honeymoon as a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. For better or worse, their love story had come to an end, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and unanswered questions.

With each passing day, the distance between Valeria and Adrien seemed to widen, creating an unbridgeable chasm in their relationship. Despite their efforts to reconnect, they found themselves drifting further apart, lost in the echoes of what once was.

Valeria couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and regret as she watched their love slip away like grains of sand slipping through her fingers. She longed for the passion and intimacy they had shared, but it seemed like a distant memory now, fading with each passing moment.

They did various activities together, enjoyed the nights there, having s*x outdoors on the shores of the beach, in the water, and throughout the house, acting like two lovers on their honeymoon.

But being in that paradise wasn't forever and the honeymoon was over.

Valeria immediately noticed how in the middle of the return trip Adrien was becoming the man he was when they got there, someone who didn't love her and who didn't pay attention to her.

She clung to those memories of the recent days so as not to fade, until they came ashore, each taking his way as if all that had gone before.

The honeymoon was over and it was like waking up again, struck by reality.