Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

"James, get me some reliable housekeepers from an agency. They need to be whizzes in the kitchen, and a dietitian certificate would be a bonus." I directed James, a pile of Supplements seated next to me in the back seat. "Sure thing, ma'am", James responded. After marrying Damon, both our folks suggested we hire help for chores, gardening, cooking, but I was head over heels in love with him, so I wanted to do everything myself and turned down their advice. Our little love nest was just for the two of us – I didn't want anyone else invading our private space, like our kitchen and living room. You could imagine, it wasn't exactly a bed of roses. Being reborn, I was not going to chase pointless dreams anymore. Back home, with my Prada handbag in hand, I led, while James trailed behind with a bag full of supplements. Opening the door, I saw Damon coming down the stairs, cufflinks being adjusted, his casual movements so charming. "James, you can hit the road now," I told him as I put my bag down. James left the supplements on the table, saluted Damon, and made a swift exit. "We have a cocktail party in an hour, your folks will be there too. Get ready and come with me," Damon coldly informed me, seemingly oblivious to the pile of stuff I brought back. He never wanted me to accompany him unless the occasion required me, like when my parents were there. Since being reborn, I haven't visited my parents yet. Not because I was ungrateful, but because I felt guilty, and ashamed. I didn't dare to see them. "Okay, cool." I got up and headed upstairs. For the past two weeks, I'd been busy shopping for a new wardrobe. The styles and designs were nothing like my old clothes. I picked a red dress, off-shoulder, with a sheer layer over the chest and a fishtail design that showed off my slender legs. I was skinny, but my skin was smooth. I'm pretty content with everything except my chest. The innocent style just didn't cut it for me anymore. After all, I was not 18 anymore.

After doing my makeup, I put on crystal earrings and a matching necklace. I was sure they'd catch the light and sparkle. I used to keep a low profile, but now I wanted to stand out. Damon was waiting downstairs, on the phone. He didn't react when he heard me coming down, not even a glance in my direction. I didn't care and headed to the car to wait for him. Minutes later, Damon got in, not sparing me a single glance from the moment he got in until we pulled out. The entire ride, we didn't exchange a single word. He was focused on driving, I was texting on my phone. I added Joshua on WhatsApp and was chatting with him. Me: [Joshua, if the hospital food is not to your taste, I can have some better food sent over.] Joshua: [No need, ma'am, it's decent.] Me: I forgot to get you some supplements today. I'll bring some when I visit you tomorrow.] Joshua. You really don't have to go to such lengths!] Me: it's not a big deal, I'm the one who got you in the hospital, so don't feel embarrassed. Let me know if you need anything.] Joshua's family was about as well-off as Ariel's. Just like how Damon was the wealthy, handsome man in front of Ariel, I could play the role of the beautiful, cultured woman in front of Joshua. In a way, it made us equals. This brought a sense of balance to my heart. At a red light, the car came to a stop. Damon finally moved his neck to glance at me. He seemed to realize my change in appearance, but his words were still sharp, "You're wasting that dress." I guessed those scenes in TV shows where the female lead's change in style left the male lead speechless were all made up. I put my phone down and cupped my chest, retorting, "Are my boobs really that small? I specifically wore a thick padded bra today." This action darkened Damon's face. He coldly said, "Eliana, can you please watch your manners?"

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