HIs useless wife was a queen

Chapter 1 Nora’s POV “Nora! Get up! Are you deaf?” Caleb’s voice roared through the bedroom as his hand landed sharply on my ass. The sting made me wince. I bolted upright, heart slamming against my ribs. The quiet comfort of the dark room vanished. My husband stood over me, face flushed, tie pulled loose. I blinked, trying to shake the fog from my brain. It was only six in the evening. I had lain down for twenty minutes to ease a pounding headache — something I almost never did. “Caleb? What’s wrong?” I rasped, rubbing my eyes. “What’s wrong is that I have guests downstairs and my wife is up here snoring like a lazy dog,” he snapped. He yanked the duvet off me, leaving me shivering in the cool air. “The guys from the logistics firm are here. They’re hungry. Go put something together.” I sat up slowly, the room tilting for a second. “I didn’t know you were bringing people home. You didn’t call. I was going to make a simple pasta for us tonight—” “I don’t care what you were planning,” he cut in, his voice dropping into that low, belittling tone he used when he wanted me to feel small. “I have important partners downstairs — people who actually do something with their day. Now move.” “Is Tara back?” I asked, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Maybe she can help me set the table while I—” Caleb let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Tara? My daughter isn’t a servant, Nora. She’s seventeen. She has a life. Unlike you, she actually values her image.” He turned on his heel. “Stop making excuses and get to the kitchen.” He didn’t wait for an answer. The door stayed wide open behind him. I stood up, smoothed my hair, and tied my apron over my leggings. In the kitchen I moved fast — defrosting chicken, chopping vegetables, starting a pot of rice. Thirty minutes later I carried two large platters into the dining room. Caleb sat at the head of the table, laughing loudly at a joke from the man in the gray suit. “Finally,” he muttered as I set the food down. He didn’t even glance at me, let alone say thank you. “Thank you, Mrs. Stone,” one of the younger men — Murphy — said with a kind smile. “This smells incredible. Why don’t you grab a plate and join us? We’re talking about the expansion.” Warmth flickered in my chest. I hadn’t sat at a table with adults and talked business in years. “Oh, I—” Caleb’s gaze snapped to me. Cold. Narrowed. A silent warning: Know your place. My throat tightened. “Thank you, Murphy, but I still have things to finish in the kitchen.” I retreated to the living room and sank onto the edge of the sofa. The TV was muted. Across the bottom of the screen, a news ticker scrolled: Hamilton Global stock reaches all-time high amidst rumors of founder’s secret return. My fingers dug into the fabric. They had no idea. The front door swung open. Tara walked in, earbuds blasting, designer jacket swinging. She looked right past me like I was invisible. “Tara? You’re late,” I said, standing up. “Where were you? I was worried.” She headed straight for the dining room without turning her head. “Hi, Daddy! Hi, guys!” she chirped, flashing a sparkling smile and hugging Caleb. “There’s my girl!” Caleb beamed, pulling her close. “How was the mall?” “So good. I got those shoes I wanted.” Tara finally glanced over her shoulder at me. She rolled her eyes, pure disgust on her face, then turned back to the men. “Sorry the house smells like onions. Mom’s been cooking again.” They all laughed. Tara’s boots clicked up the stairs. I stayed in the kitchen until the guests were gone, the dishes washed, and the house quiet. By the time I walked into our bedroom, Caleb was already sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. “That was a good night,” he said, sounding pleased with himself. “Murphy’s going to sign the contract for the anniversary celebration.” I stayed by the door, hands trembling slightly. “Caleb… we need to talk.” He didn’t look up. “About what?” “About tonight. About the way you looked at me when Murphy invited me to sit. About Tara ignoring me. It’s like I don’t exist in this house unless I’m holding a tray of food.” Caleb stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He looked up, bored. “Are we doing this again, Nora? The ‘I feel invisible’ speech? I had a long day. I’m tired.” “I had a long day too!” My voice rose for the first time in months. “I do everything for this family. I helped you build that company—” “You didn’t help me build anything,” he hissed, standing up. He towered over me. “You sit at home folding laundry while I fight for every dollar. You’re a housewife, Nora. That’s all you are. You have no head for business, no social standing, and quite frankly, you’re lucky I haven’t traded you in for someone who can actually hold a conversation with my partners.” The words hit like a slap. I took a step back. “You think I’m lucky to be here? With you?” “I know you know,” he said, turning away. He tossed his shirt on the floor. “And by the way… the company anniversary is in two days. Gala at the Magnolia Grand. I need you to stay in the background. Don’t talk to the investors. I don’t want you embarrassing me with your small-town chatter.” “You didn’t even tell me it was in two days,” I whispered. “Because it doesn’t involve you,” he said, pulling back the covers. “You’re just there for the photos, Nora. A placeholder. Now turn off the light. I have a big day tomorrow.” He rolled over and was asleep in minutes. I stood in the dark for a long time, watching him. The news ticker, Tara’s eye-roll, Murphy’s kind invitation, Caleb’s cold warning — everything swirled in my head. Two days. For the first time in years, a quiet, unfamiliar thought slipped through the exhaustion: Wh at if I didn’t stay in the background this time?