My Wife's Betrayal Awakened the Supreme

"Good morning, darling," I said to the beautiful woman who had just woken up. Amara, the woman I married because she had looked after my mother for the past three years until my return from the battlefield. This simple woman with her natural beauty had managed to warm my empty soul. She smiled and stepped closer to me. "You’ve cooked breakfast. "Wow, there’s so much. What’s the occasion, my husband?" she asked, a happy sparkle in her eyes. I smiled at my wife; one of my hands reached into the pocket of the worn-out shirt I was wearing and pulled out a flat object with a distinctive red mark. Then I held it out towards her. Her reaction was different from what I’d expected. “Is your wife pregnant, Alex?” asked the middle-aged woman also sitting at the dining table—she was my mother—Elena. I turned to my mother and nodded, then turned back to my wife. The woman’s face looked startled by my discovery, but I immediately took her fingers and held them tightly. “Darling, thank you for your efforts,” I said warmly. “Sit down and have a meal with Mum; I’ll head off to work first.” I took Amara by the shoulder and guided her to sit in the chair I’d prepared for her. She complied. “Are you leaving now, Alex?” asked Amara. “Hmm, isn’t this your first day as a supervisor? So I have to ensure the safety of the project site, darling,” I replied, stroking my wife’s long hair. My wife nodded, her hands trembling. I paid no heed to it. I gazed at her face once more, planted a brief, warm kiss upon her lips, then bid her farewell as I set off for work. The journey from home to work is quite a long one. This morning the air was as fresh as my mind, filled with visions of the laughter, tears and playful banter of my beloved little child. Truly, this made me more eager to work and earn the crowns—those gold coins my wife so desired. However, my wage as a construction labourer was only 50 dark. The dark is the smallest denomination of currency in the country of Azaria. Above it is the velar, equivalent to silver, then the crown, akin to gold. The dark, meanwhile, is made of copper. Even though my pay is only worth as much as copper, it’s enough to keep a smile on Amara’s lips whenever I come home from work. Today is her first day as a site supervisor, so I must ensure her safety whilst she’s working. After a 30-minute journey, I finally arrived at the construction site for the new barracks for Azaria’s soldiers. From a distance of two metres, I could see the workers gathered in one spot. Something about the scene drew me closer to them. ‘Well, what’s going on that you haven’t started work yet?’ I asked once I was within earshot of the crowd. One of my colleagues turned to face me with a broad smile. “Wow, you’re really lucky, Alex,” he said. I furrowed my brow, looking at him questioningly. He lifted his chin to indicate somewhere else; I followed the direction of his chin. My lips curved into a faint smile. From where I stood, I could see Amara smiling as she dismounted the electric bike I’d given her to celebrate her new role as project supervisor. “If that’s the case, Amara looks absolutely stunning, and it’s all down to you, Alex. You should be proud to have a loyal and kind wife like Amara,” said my colleague. “Of course, I’ve done my best for her. It’s a fitting gift in return for her looking after my mother all this time,” I replied. “You’re right, she certainly deserves it; Amara has been so good to your family, Alex.” “It’s already midday; we’d better get back to work before the foreman tells us off,” I urged my colleagues. Finally, we got back to work without a moment’s rest. I too immediately set about my duties as a construction labourer. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was break time. I breathed in the fresh air, looking up at the sky. My life is truly perfect, having such a beautiful and obedient wife. Especially now that she’s pregnant—my life is complete, isn’t it? "Alex, I saw Amara running towards our spot just now. She was smiling as she looked at the lunchbox she was carrying; maybe it’s a special lunch for you," said Topan—my best friend and work colleague. I fell silent, staring questioningly at Topan, and he nodded to reassure me. However, I shook my head in disbelief. "If you’re not convinced, then come and have a look in the supervisor’s room over there!"