Resisting My Ex-husband's Crush

Aurora’s Pov

Every time I woke up in our luxurious pure silk bed, it felt like I was living my dreams. As I awoke, the delightful aroma of lavender filled the air in our cozy room, embracing my senses with every breath. I reached out, expecting to feel the comforting warmth of my husband beside me, only to encounter an empty space on the bed. The touch of the bed's surface served as a reminder that my husband had woken up and went downstairs to bring me a cup of sweet coffee. Since we got married, he never slept in his private room, even though the room was fully furnished.

I rose from the bed and made my way to the window on the left, realizing how incomparable this room was to my room in my father's house. This room was three times the size, adorned with exquisite Italian drapes and resplendent American tiles. The automated pink curtains sensed my presence and opened, revealing a breathtaking view of the ocean. A smile spread across my face, and my joy mirrored the rhythmic waves.

The cold ocean breeze gently blew my long brown hair backwards, tugging at my white nightgown and molding it against my skin. It revealed the contours of my body, exposing bell-shaped breasts and my feminine curves as though I were unclothed. After inhaling the refreshing ocean air, my gaze shifted from the waves to a golden-framed wedding picture on the wall. There stood my beloved husband, Lucas. Our love story remains a dream for every young lady with a similar background to mine. He transformed my worst day into something beautiful and profound.

Our marriage is a shining example of a husband and wife enjoying quality time together. He never lets me go shopping alone. He's always by my side as we playfully stroll along the aisles, picking up our groceries. He attentively caters to my needs, regardless of the time. Whether he's at work or at home, it feels like he's right there with me through the wireless earpiece in my ear, allowing us to communicate as if he had just stepped downstairs.

Returning my attention to the ocean view, I noticed something different for the first time. Previously, I had only seen the magnificent and reflective surface of the ocean, never paying attention to what happened as the waves crashed against the shore. Now, I observed how they crashed against the shoreline, collapsing and disappearing. It reminded me of my greatest fear—death.

Five years ago, my parents' home was as serene as the ocean waves, until the sudden passing of my mother, which changed everything. My father couldn't bear the loss and turned to alcohol, becoming a drunkard. He lost his job, and nothing seemed important anymore. We fell into poverty, and his demeanor resembled that of a drug addict as he began selling our belongings. His car was the first to go, followed by other valuables in our house. It was at that moment I realized my education was at stake. He couldn't afford my tuition, and I was on the verge of graduating. Would my three and a half years in college be in vain? Three days before my fees were due, I tearfully pleaded with my father, and this is what he said to me.

"Use what you have to get what you want.”

That's how fate unexpectedly became a blessing. At that time, the only thing I had to offer was my virginity. It astonished me how my once morally upright father had transformed into someone who no longer cared about how I lived my life. The clock was ticking and I needed to do something. To secure a better future for myself and my siblings, I made the difficult decision to compromise my dignity, something I had vowed to give only to the man I loved and would marry.

I downloaded an app for selling one's virginity and filled in all the necessary details. It was Thursday when I took this crucial step of my life. The following day, I received a notification offering me ten thousand dollars, probably because I urgently needed the money. I had heard of others who sold theirs for as much as fifty thousand dollars. However, I needed the funds to pay my tuition fees and prepare for an exam starting on Monday. It was on that Saturday that I met Lucas in a hotel room, and he became the stranger who changed my life with a single question.

"Why are you selling your virginity at such a low price?"

Instead of answering, tears welled up in my eyes, catching Lucas off guard.

"It's for my tuition fees and to secure the future of my siblings," I managed to say amidst sobs.

Without laying a finger on me, Lucas handed over the money, and that marked the beginning of our love story. It was a journey from rags to riches, and I gave my virginity to the man I now call my husband.

Lucas was one of the wealthiest bachelors before our marriage, and when we tied the knot, he surprised me with a statement while I was preparing my résumé.

"I don't want you to work. I will provide everything you need."

True to his word, Lucas has fulfilled his promise over the past two years of our marriage. There is nothing physical or emotional that I lack, from luxurious clothing and jewelry to food and cars. I have access to any vehicle parked in the garage. Additionally, he gave me a credit card with an unlimited balance.

Marrying Lucas not only changed my life but also transformed the lives of my father and siblings. I was able to help my father overcome alcoholism, and my two siblings are now attending one of the top colleges I never had the privilege to attend. Marrying Lucas made me believe that everyone has a specific soulmate and Lucas was my soulmate.

"Honey! Honey!" My husband's voice jolted me out of my worrisome thoughts. He swung open the door to the room without my notice, holding a silver tray with two steaming mugs of sweet coffee, releasing a delightful, milky aroma. Despite looking at him, I could still see the crashing waves against the rocky shore. I lifted my eyes from the coffee and I looked at the man whose face seemed sculpted by a divine artist. I couldn't help but admire his masculine allure, precision-carved features, and the strong, defined jawline. His deep blue eyes made me blush every time I looked into them. He stared at me, and silence filled the room.

"What's troubling you?" he finally broke the silence and handed me my coffee.

"Nothing! Nothing!" I stammered, unable to articulate my thoughts clearly.

"I can see the deep-rooted worries in your eyes. You are my wife, and there is nothing you can hide from me." He drank from his coffee while the way he looked at me indicated that I sip from my cup.

"You seem incredibly uneasy. What do you need?"

There was no need for me to conceal my fears as we finally sat down on the bed. After all, who knows, he might change his mind.

"I desire to work and earn my own income."

"Your money? Are you implying that what is rightfully mine doesn't belong to you? How many times must I reiterate that I don't want my wife waking up early and preparing for work? I will not allow my wife to bear the burden of the corporate world. Leave all the concerns of the business world to me. How will people perceive me? The wife of a billionaire struggling day after day for a monthly paycheck? Even if we were to live a thousand years without mortality, my finances would be more than capable of supporting both of us, even if we were to indulge in a lavish lifestyle every single day for that thousand years, and my wealth would remain unaffected. I'm sharing all this so that you understand what you have access to. Oh, hold on. You mentioned wanting to work. What about the household chores? Aren't those considered work?"

"Darling, do you consider those tasks as work? We have washing and cleaning services to handle laundry and housekeeping. The only responsibility I have in this house is cooking and most of the time, you are there to assist me in the kitchen."

"For me, that is a significant task for a lady, and they deserve compensation. Personally, I don't want you to work."

"Really?"

"Yes! Let's not discuss this further."

I felt dissatisfied and was about to voice my thoughts when he planted a kiss on my lips. As he continued kissing me, he suddenly pulled away and said,

"That reminds me, I'll be picking up a friend of mine from the airport later today." He lost himself in thought, smiling and almost chuckling.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Not because of you," he struggled to suppress his smile. "It's a fond memory involving my friend. You wouldn't understand. It's a sweet memory. I'm not sure if she'll be staying here for the night or at her grandmother's place. What should we prepare for her?"

"I'm not sure. You should be the one to tell me. Any delicious meal would be suitable for a guest."

"Please make it exceptionally tasty because she has particular taste preferences."

"Will you not be available? Will your friend who is coming prevent you from joining me to cook our dinner today?”

“No, no, but I will need to pick her up from the airport making it a little bit late for me to get home.”

"How long will she be staying?" I asked hurriedly.

"I'm not entirely sure. I'll find out when she arrives," he shrugged.

About two hours later, after we had finished breakfast, Lucas dressed in a striking navy blue suit. As was our custom, I accompanied him to the car, and before he got in, we shared a kiss. It had become a routine since we got married, and we were both accustomed to it. I stood there, watching him drive away until his car disappeared from sight before returning indoors.

Eight hours later, I had a strong intuition that my husband would be returning soon. I was in my room, concluding a phone call with my dad when I heard the sound of my husband’s car. I hurriedly got up, eager to rush downstairs and give him a warm embrace when I heard a loud burst of laughter from a woman.

Why is Lucas causing the person he brought to laugh so boisterously? That was my initial thought. As I descended the stairs and opened the door, the first thing that caught my attention was the lady's vibrant red lips. She seemed startled by the door opening, and her eyes carried a distasteful expression.

"Lucas! Who is this?" She tilted her lips to the left, accompanied by mischievous eyes.