Through my room's wide glass window, rays of sunlight splashed across my face. My sluggish eyes slowly opened.

My pulse is beating, and my mind is blank, even though my eyes are open. It's as if an adrenaline hypodermic has been injected into my carotid artery. My respiration rate begins to stabilise as I struggle into the absolute blackness.

I struggled out of bed and made my way to the restroom. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw a mess; my eyes were swollen from sobbing all night.

My skin hasn't changed colour.

Soo, I'm not sure why Aaron's anger so deeply broke my heart.

I've never wished him harm, and I've always favoured him, but I imagine he won't believe me. He'll always regard me as a traitor.

But who was that strange individual who handed me the packet with confidential corporate information that day, and why me?

What relationship does he have with Aaron?

I have a lot of unanswered questions in my head right now. I have no idea what to look for, how to gain Aaron's trust, can we ever live as normal husband and wife, I don't believe so, he despises me so much, but I will not give up on him; I will do all in my power to win his heart and draw the real Aaron, who is nothing like this jerk.

My maternal grandmother used to pack lunch for my maternal grandfather when he went to work. We are from a middle-class family, so it happened there. I'm not sure if Aaron will take a lunch box with him or not, but I will make lunch for him because it's my duty. After all, I am his wife, and I will do everything I can to win his heart and be a good wife for him until the contract ends.

Following that, I rush to the bathroom after changing out of my shower.

I wear a sleeveless red Maxi slip dress with my long dark brown hair open.

I next proceed to Amy's kitchen, where she is preparing pancakes.

"Hello, sweetheart. How did you spend your evening? "she said, pleasantly smiling

"It's fine," I said her as I slouched forward in my chair, remembering his rage and anger from the night before.

While twisting my wedding ring, I said, "Um Amy, did Aaron bring lunch food to the office?"

She said, "No, he doesn't."

"I'll do it from now on. Make and pack lunches for him on a regular basis "slack-jawed, I remarked

Her eyes twinkled as she responded, "Really?"

"You've heard about Eternity. Aaron is really fortunate to have you as his wife. I've known him since I was a youngster. His parents died when he was 11 years old, and after their deaths, he became a stone devoid of emotions. He inherited Knight's Empire, his family's business, which was founded by his father, but he was the one who worked so hard to grow it into one of America's largest multinational corporations "She grumbles as she drags her feet to the other side of the room.

"Oh, okay," I reasoned, "that's why he was so upset when the papers fraud happened. His fury was legitimate."

"All right, I'll cook him lunch," I murmured to Amy as I took a knife and began chopping.

"No, sweetie," Amy murmured to me, her brows wrinkled, "you don't need to worry cooking me and other maids are there, you don't need to."

"However, isn't it the wife's responsibility to feed him?" I said, my gaze fixed on her.

"OK, prepare him lunch; he is really fortunate to have a wife like you; I know only you can bring back the real Aaron who went missing," she smiled.

I gave her a friendly nod

After that, I got to work on his lunch. Finally, I packed my homemade lunch once I finished cooking.

Then, when I emerged from the kitchen and entered the living room, I noticed him.

Aaron, he is so stunning in his costly Armani clean suit that I can't take my sight away from him.

He's all prepared to go to work now that he's eaten his breakfast.

Before he could go, I dashed forward and grabbed his hand to stop him.

He gave me a small backward glance as he stared at me.

"Um, here's your lunch," I said, handing him a bag containing his food while looking up at him over my lashes.

He answered, "I don't need it," and stowed my lunch bag away.

"Kindly accept it." "Please," I murmur constantly under my breath, "you'll need it after afternoon."

He gave me a serious look. His crystal blue eyes glowed with an unknown feeling, which he hurriedly wiped away.

I then saw that his tie was not correctly fastened. I tied the tie correctly, and I can feel his gaze on me; he never blinks when he looks at me. I bit my lower lip lightly and felt a quick rush of cold that spread throughout my body.

"Done," I replied as I finished tying his tie, my gaze fixed on him.

"Done," I replied as I finished tying his tie, staring him in the eyes. He was gazing at me, and our gazes were riveted on each other.

I swiftly back away while looking aside, attempting to avoid eye contact with him. I know I have a strong awareness of my heartbeat and the sense of being inundated with warmth.

He turned aside a few seconds later, ready to leave.

But the thing that surprises me is that he stole the lunch bag I packed for him before leaving.

Even though I still have a flush on my cheeks, I grinned sheepishly at this.

I lowered my head. I don't want him to see that I'm blushing.

He began walking towards his vehicle.

My gaze is drawn to a file he is bringing down the stairs.

God, he's losing track of his files.

I grabbed the file and bolted from the home.

Chaflaur is opening the door for him, and he's simply going to sit in the car.

"Aaron," I yelled as I dashed towards his car.

He comes to a halt in the middle of something, his brows wrinkled as he notices me.

"You're forgetting it right here," I told him as I handed him papers, anxiously biting my lower lip.

He snatched them from my possession.

"Thank you," he murmured, widening my eyes.

Is it possible that he just thanked me, or am I hallucinating?

At this, I grinned, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Welcome," I muttered as I looked about, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then he looked back over his shoulder at me and walked back to his car.

I entered the living room swinging my arms and humming "love me as you do," my favourite song.

He thanked me, and I chuckled as I covered my face with my hands, thinking to myself, "This indicates we've started to understand one other a bit."

I walk towards the Mansion's garden.

I gasped as I gazed onto the most magnificent garden I had ever seen.

It's just stunning.

In the rain, the garden was always a little brighter.

It was as if the sky's gift wasn't water, but liquid magic, cleaning our world to reveal what had always been there, nature in her simple glory.

Buttercups became gold, grass became the shadow of every dreamer's meadow, roots were quenched, and the soil was regenerated.

Following the patter of the rain, bursts of birdsong greeted them, their hearts thrilled at the rain's arrival.

Wow, I thought to myself as I gazed at the lovely flowers.

The rich aroma of the lilies filled the room. Their white petals stood out against the stone walls and were truly stunning. I saw that their stamens had been removed upon closer inspection. A hand reaches out to the beautiful pearly petals.

It's not just lilies.

The crimson velvet flowers move and dance.

Their intoxicating scent entices me to stay.

Its tall, frail green stem stands out in the grass, yet its golden, flowering petals do not.

I sat on fresh green grass, absorbing the pleasant scent.

It's a garden with a lot of scents.

Aaron's mansion features an incredible and lovely garden.

It's stunning.

While I was fixing Aaron's tie today, he happened to see me.

Not only that, but the blush and emotion I had that time when he accepted the lunchbox I packed for him and our eyes met on each other

What is happening to me, what are you doing with me? I never had that feeling while I was with Eliot. Aaron, I don't know why my heart started racing when he only looked at me; even his idea made me flush, but I smiled sheepishly after thinking about him.

While looking up at the blue sky.

It's late at night, and I'm missing Aaron utterly. I'm not sure why, God, but I'm missing him so much.

I left feeling sorry for him after today's incident.

I hear a car's echoes. Aaron enters the home a few minutes later. Over the couch, I'm drumming my fingers.

During this, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He gave me a sidelong glance.

I instantly averted my gaze. My cheeks began to flush. I took a few steps back and looked around, but I couldn't seem to keep my gaze on him.

He walks up the stairs and into his room.

After a few moments.

I reached for the dining room and turned to see him approaching. At the table, he sat in a head chair.

After that, Amy and the other maids arrived and began serving our meal.

We're both silent; he doesn't say anything to me.

But I want to talk to him and ask him how his day was, but I know he won't want to talk to me.

I press my lips together, embarrassed to be around him.

He stood to go after dinner, giving me a brief glance.

My phone buzzed as he walked away, and it was my brother Wilber called.

"Hey bro," I murmured.

"So, how's my boo-boo?" he asked, laughing.

My brother refers to me as "Booboo."

"Ugh, quit up, I'm 9 months older than you," I joked, "you should call me elder sister."

"Well, Grandpa is missing you," he added, "and when he finds out about your marriage, he demands to see you."

"Yeah, I'm missing my grandpa as well," I admitted.

Wilber says to me, "Here, talk to him."

"Eter, my girl, how are you doing?" my grandfather inquired.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard his lovely voice.

"Grandpa, I am amazing. how are you doing." I enquired.

"What do you expect, Wilber forbids me from eating sweets, but I want to eat. I don't give a damn about ridiculous blood pressure and sugar levels; instead, I want to enjoy spicy and delicious meals. I don't care what happens to me as long as I get to eat my favourite cuisine." He stated.

"Grandpa Seriously, you're acting like a toddler, which isn't good for your health. At the very least, try not to eat spicy food for a month as your doctor advised, then eat after you know your blood pressure and sugar levels are high." I sighed and said

"No, no, I won't understand any explanation; okay, I'll eat anything I want, and from what I've learnt, you've married; how is your husband doing? what he does to you? Tell me what you think! Did he treat you well? If not, then I'll have to teach him some good lessons. I am a retired police officer." He stated his argument.

My maternal grandfather was, in fact, a former cop. He was feared by everyone when he was younger. His harshness toward lawbreakers is a particularly striking incident.

"No, no, grandpa," I answered roughly twice, "my husband loves me so much, he is such a caring husband, he never mistreats me, he loves me so much."

"Hmm, so I'm missing my girl when you come to see me," he explained.

"I'll ask Aaron about it, and I'll be there shortly to fulfil my willingness," I told him.

I have to ask Aaron about my meeting with my grandfather as I hang off the phone.

Aaron won't let me leave the house since he is a multi-billionaire with a slew of rivals and enemies, and after the papers scam, he stated he wants to keep a check on me to make sure I'm not working with his foes. No matter how hard I try to persuade him otherwise, he will never believe me even though I don't know anything, I don't work for the enemy, I didn't betray him, and I have no idea who that hooded man was who handed me the letter that day.

I made Aaron's favourite coffee for him; I'm not sure how he'll react when I give him coffee, but I can try to give our marriage a chance, and I'll also talk to him about seeing my grandfather.

I approach his study room after making his coffee. I open the door and walk into his study.

I was observing him as he sat in a chair, raving loudly at someone. He was completely unaware that I had already entered his study room.

"Yes, now finish that method of handing over all the stakes of RESOURCES AND LIMITED COOPERATION to me," Aaron growled at the phone. "It's my father's other company, but he set up a condition prior to his death that it will be passed to me only once I am married, so now that I am married, make sure passing all the proportions carefully to me I want it at any cost is that clear to you Ryan?"

So, the real reason he marries me is because he wants the company of his father.

Then he hangs up the phone and slams it against the wall so hard that his phone screen shatters into a million pieces right in front of my eyes. Then Aaron became aware of my presence. His gaze was drawn to mine.

His enraged eyes paused at me as he scrutinized me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he yells, and I recoil from his shrill tone.

"I, uh... I had been j... I've just come to give you some coffee." I took a breath and swallowed.

He approaches me and laughs coldly at me, "oh, you came here to offer me a coffee," he says sarcastically, as he takes the coffee mug I prepared for him and leaves it on the table. It shatters into sharp pieces. I cringed and drew my eyes closed; I despise the sound of glass echo because it makes me nauseous.

I opened my eyes and looked at him; he was staring at me with a ferocious anger in his eyes. I bit the inside of my lower lip.

"Listen, drop this drama, I know people like you who don't know anything but betrayal, you're nothing to me except the girl I'm using for my benefit, you're a backstabber, that's why you're involved in that information leak scam right, who knows what you're planning against my company with my enemies, aren't you working with them?" he hissed angrily at me. I saw utter hatred in his eyes when I peered into them.

"Why will I work for them?" I asked, squinting and fisted my hands. I don't know why he didn't believe me; I'm not engaged in this mess, but he'll never trust me.

"You know what, I'm not going to explain anything to you right now because I know you'll never believe me no matter how hard I try," I yelled violently at him.

I gasped and winced as a sharp pain passed through my back and his firm grip on my arm slammed me against the wall; I gasped and winced as a sharp pain passed through my back and his tight grip on my arm.

"How dare you raise your voice at me, don't do it again, because if you do, I'll do something you can't possibly conceive. You have no idea what I'm capable of, and you have no clue what I'm capable of doing to you "He gave me a sneer.

He yelled, "Now get out."

I began walking out of his study, a sharp Stab into my leg skin, but I didn't mind. I proceed and exit his study and enter my bedroom; I am in pain and fall to the floor of my room. My eyes are still welling up with tears. The agony I'm experiencing is a heartache rather than a physical aching.

I can't stand how he never believes me and how much he loathes me. I'm not sure why, but it hurts like hell that he has such an impact on me.

It's as if there's nothing there. A gloomy emptiness. A never-ending dark void that eats everything, leaving you with no sensations. Empty. Nothing can quell the emptiness of your hollow spirit, which lurks in the shadows, away from any other human life because it can't stand to pretend that everything is well.

My vision began to blur soon after. When my stomach gave up, I knew I was about to pass out. My innards felt like they were being replaced by a dark hole. The nausea then spread from my stomach to my brain. The floor beneath my feet was soft, not as soft as a hard carpet, but not as soft as oak planks. My vision became blurry, but not because tears were welling up in my eyes. Everything became hazy, and then I couldn't see anything at all. My body's feeling went away till everything was black.