THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

Lucas’ POV

I marveled at the incredible effort my wife put into making me feel better. Her dedication made me realize just how important I am to her, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret for not recognizing her value sooner.

With a single smile, she had the power to brighten my day, and I cherished the fact that she was not just a woman but an integral part of my life, alongside our son.

In the serene countryside where we found solace, breathtaking views and fresh air enveloped us, providing a stark contrast to the stress and chaos of Claybourne. It was a pure paradise, offering a haven of peace and tranquility to anyone seeking respite from the world.

Our lunch was a culinary delight, with each dish meticulously crafted using fresh ingredients. Even the rice, fragrant and of the highest quality, served as the perfect complement to the flavorsome offerings on our plates.

As the afternoon wore on, my son and I succumbed to the pleasant fatigue of a satisfying meal and drifted off to sleep. It was a refreshing slumber, a luxury I hadn’t experienced in days.

The weight of recent discoveries had left me weary, burdened by the pain inflicted by Giselle’s actions. Forgiveness seemed elusive, and the guilt weighed heavily on my conscience, leaving me bewildered and confused.

Yet, in the midst of it all, I found solace in the unwavering presence of my wife by my side. Their unwavering support and love were instrumental in my recovery. While I had always considered myself a strong individual, their steadfastness and dedication provided the pillars upon which I could rebuild.

Like a lion and a lioness, we were born to conquer, and together we would overcome any obstacle. Giselle’s betrayal had wounded me deeply, akin to having my legs and feet cut off, but with my wife’s love, I had the strength to endure and move forward.

As night fell, our dinner proved to be just as delightful as the meal before. I discovered that my wife had been the mastermind behind these exquisite dishes, filling me with pride and admiration.

She was more than a decent woman; she was a dependable, intelligent, and loving wife-everything I could ever wish for. She was my rock, and I had no desire for anything more.

Later in the evening, Zara and I ventured out under the enchanting glow of the full moon. The night sky stretched before us, revealing a tapestry of stars, a sight rarely seen amidst the hustle and bustle of Claybourne.

They twinkled brightly, and I couldn’t help but hope that one of them represented our unborn child, a symbol of forgiveness I longed to ask for. I yearned for a chance to prevent the pain they might have endured, to rectify any mistakes I may have made.

As we wandered through a grove of trees, we were captivated by the magical sight of fireflies, dancing in the darkness. It was my first time witnessing such natural beauty, and I was filled with awe and gratitude for Zara, who had allowed me to experience such wonder. Finally, we settled on a rock, enveloped in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine, and looked deep into her eyes.

“Thank you, my love. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know where I would be. You’re my greatest source of strength, Zara. You and our child symbolize my happiness,” I spoke passionately, pouring my heart out.

She tightened her grip, reassuring me with her touch. “Lucas, remember the promise we made? Through thick and thin, we’ll stand together. Your battles are mine too. Since the day we embraced our love, I’ve felt the same way. When you feel like you can’t go on, lean on me. I’m here for you,” she said, her words bringing comfort and peace to my soul.

I couldn’t help but feel immense pride that she was mine. I reveled in the knowledge that she belonged to me, and her flawlessness was a constant source of happiness.

Her next move took me by surprise as she gracefully undressed, causing my mouth to go dry. In the moonlight, she stood before me like a naked goddess, radiating warmth and beauty that stirred something deep within me. I felt like a hungry dog being offered the most delicious piece of meat.

She immersed herself in the cool water, inviting me to join her. The moment was filled with an electric energy that was impossible to resist. This was a night to remember, a night of passion and connection.

My wife passed out due to exhaustion. I know that it is not her first. Of course, I was the one before him, and I am proud of it. But he didn’t do it for too long, so he just got tired. She doesn’t have the stamina to stand that kind of vigorous sex.

She has fallen asleep here in the hut. But I was the one who carried her to the mansion. Even in the middle of the night. I was careful on the way, so I didn’t get lost. I’m not burdened by Zara, either. She is not that heavy after all.

I think she is cute sleeping in my arms. I am so happy that we did it now. Our love is more than satisfied with his performance. I hope she finds my performance that way too. I did my best anyway, smirking.

I also arrived immediately at the manor. We went up to our room, and I found Enrique there already sleeping. I put my wife there. I go to our bathroom. I took a clean towel and a basin with water to clean her even more.

They are sleeping soundly. Just looking at them made me realize how lucky I am. With my lovely, kind, and very genuine wife. To my smart, wise, and cute son. I don’t know what else I could ask for. When both of them completed me.

I lay down next to them. I frowned at both of them because the breeze was cold, even though there was no air conditioner there. The climate here in the countryside was unexpectedly cold.

So I slept well again. Even in the dream, I was happy. When I woke up, there was no one next to me. That’s why I got up and fixed myself.

I wear my casual shirt. I looked in the mirror and tried to fix my hair. I need my hair cut sooner. I need to shave my beard. My beard is getting annoying.

I left the room and went straight to the dining area. It is already 7 a. m., and I saw them already having breakfast.

“Hey Lucas, I thought you weren’t going to get up yet. I was going to see you,” she said, who looked like she was going to pick me up in the bedroom. I shouldn’t have woken up sooner; maybe I would have been alone.

“Sorry, love, I just had a good sleep. You know I’m getting my strength back,” I said, pretending to be innocent.

She got my green jokes, which is why my wife immediately looked at me.

“Lucas?” she threatened me.

I raised both of my arms to show my defeat. She is the boss, for the record.

He imitated me at the table. Zara’s cousins immediately had fist bumps. Josh and Andrew look like simple, provincial guys who are kind. They all look like…

“It’s good to wake up; are you ready later? There’s something to drink,” said Josh as he ate comfortably.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I look at the table, and the mouth-watering food is already prepared. There is fried beef, sausages, sunny side-up eggs, fried rice, and fresh bananas on the table. A typical yet very special food here in the countryside.

“Will you drink later? I asked my husband while frowning.

We silently ate our breakfast after that small conversation. After breakfast, we went to the wide mango plantation. Many ripe fruits from the tree. First, we harvested, and finally, we tasted some fresh fruit from the tree.

I didn’t know that my wife had the talent to climb a tree. I approached her and whispered.

“Aren’t you sore down there, dear?” I asked her, and she instantly blushed at the way I asked and my wife grumbled.

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. My wife is too cute when blushing. I saw my son playing with some kids here at the farm. They are actually hunting dragonflies and playing in the field. My son also learned to fly a kite.

Then afternoon came, and we decided to go to a waterfall, where what you already know happened. We decided to swim there while having a barbecue party.

My son is very happy to be able to swim again. My child has actually been fond of swimming since the day that I taught him how to dive. I feel that it will compete in swimming competitions in the future.

Like happy days, this day also ended. But it seems the cousins didn’t forget our drinking session tonight.

Everything is settled for the feast. Can be consumed with honey, wine, and others. Andrew and Josh also invited their friends. But I didn’t expect to have any girls.

And there was exactly one girl who kept leaning on me. I believed her name was Grace.

She is sexy, and she is pretty too. But she is not equal to my wife. But my wife is very jealous. I’m getting away from this Grace, but he still tries to come closer to me and wrap his hand around me.

I didn’t see my wife anymore. She seems to have entered. I’m moving from place to place because Grace is getting closer and closer to me.

She is often trying to seduce me, but I am not immune to that. First of all, there is nothing more beautiful than my wife in my eyes. She is my life, so I did not intend to cheat for a piece of limited pleasure. I am now seeking a longer commitment.

If I could just leave this drinking place, I would. Grace is getting closer and closer. I am getting annoyed too. And I was even more excited when he was about to pick me up.

You can call me a gentleman, but I really pushed her away. No sane woman would do that! Just a fucking slut!

“Why did you push me?!”” she said in an annoyed way. It’s still very artful to speak.

“I have a wife. If you can’t respect yourself, respect my commitment and my wife. I am a married man,” I said seriously.

The drinking stopped. Grace stood up and is now free.

“What if you’re married now? It’s okay with me! That’s what’s more exciting!” she said.

If my brain was like that, then it is different now. Fortunately, my husband is not here. And maybe even more trouble. Josh is still here, looking like he’s holding our drink, whose name is Jayson.

“Brother, take your sister home. Why did you bring her here?” Andrew said to Jason Uncle Arni and I are going to get into trouble.

I went inside. I am not that dizzy; I am still in my right state. My alcohol tolerance is not that low. I can still walk and think straight.

I just take a bath, and then I go straight to our room. Zara and I are sleeping, probably tired from playing and swimming all day. Zara is sitting on the bed and looking at me with a blank expression.

“Oh? Why are you here? I thought you were already taken out by that leech; I thought you were going to join her. I’m willing to donate you,” she said, jealousy evident in her tone.

Just like how her sarcasm is so obvious.

“Mmmm Honey? What are you talking about? Let us talk about it.” I said it with a hint of sarcasm in my tone.

“Lucas, I am tired. Let’s go to sleep,” she said tiredly. But I didn’t let her sleep. I don’t want us to go to bed with bad feelings.

I pulled her to the balcony, and we talked there. We will not sleep without talking and solving this problem.

“Dear? I won’t do that! I’ve changed; you’re going to trust me, right?” I begged her. She is crying now. And it pains me to see her in that kind of state.

“I’m so jealous, Lucas. I don’t know if tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you’ll find someone else again. I don’t know if your son and I might wake up to the fact that we’re not your life anymore. Sorry, Lucas, huh? I’ve had too much insecurity.”

She started to cry silently. And the only thing that I can do is hug her as tightly as I can. I am hurt that he is hurt.

I never thought that after all these years, I would start to strip her confidence from her body. I never thought that this would be the result of neglecting my wife.

Now I felt regret. Only now has it sunk into me that all these years, I have been slowly eating her esteem because of my greed and selfishness? She just showed me how to be a good wife. But I just paid her painful words of rejection and fed her with insecurities.

I wish that I could bring back the time, look for the other side of my destiny, and finally accept her. I wish I could prevent my old self from destroying my wife. But I can’t; everything happens, and I can’t bring back time.

That’s why I’m trying to fix it. Because I want to recover. I just want to lift her up.

I hugged her tightly and let her cry on my chest. She is doubting herself; she is just tired from all of the pain that I brought to her life before and even now. She is a brave woman, a brave wife, and a brave mother to our child.

That’s why I’m also hurt every time I see him struggling. Especially and the most full of all this is me. I just made her vulnerable.

I kneel in front of her while I stare at her in this pleading way. I want to ask for her forgiveness. I want to beg. I want to beg her not to underestimate herself, her love for me, or my love for her.

“I am sorry, Zara, my love, for everything that I have done to you then and now. For every pain that I have caused you. I know that it affects you. Everything that I have done in the past has resulted in you being like this.” I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t help but cry.

True men cry for their love. That does not diminish my masculinity. It is a way to ease my pain. I am willing to show every side of myself to my wife. From weak to brave, the happiness and sadness.

I want to be part of her life and our history. I don’t want them to disappear from my life. Or it will be a nightmare. I can’t live thinking that they will be gone.

“Lucas,” she said as she tried to stand me up.

But I refuse. I want to show her that I am sincerely asking for her forgiveness. I am sorry that I have done all of those things in the past.

“Forgive me, Zara…”

“Lucas, the day I accepted you? I accept you completely. Believe me, Lucas, I forgave you a long time ago. Because I love you so much.”