Wife for Hire

Chapter 21

Denver’s POV

Wisdom is in blue.

I could tell that it is both literally and figuratively.

She tried to hide her red-rimmed eyes from me. But she failed. I could still see through it—through her eyes. Her face, her expression. Even the way her lips pout.

Where has she been this morning again? And why the hell is she crying?!

“Where have you been?” My words startled her as I was in the corner of the room where the dimness of the light cloaked my half-naked figure. I purposely turned off the lights as I’m about to surprise her with the slightly burnt (well, not that slightly) blueberry pancakes.

But it seems I was the one who was more surprised.

“Where have you been?” I reiterated. She tried to open her mouth, but she closed it again. Wisdom turned her back on me but I can see from the mirror that she brought her handkerchief to her eyes. She faced me again, but the sorrow in her face still speaks to me otherwise. “I…I met somebody. Richard.” Oh. That bastard.

“What of him?” I asked as I masked my jealousy with a few sips of black coffee.

“He’s...going out of the country,” she replied.

“Good.”

But she wasn’t pleased by my words.

“Why do you have to be so heartless, Denver?!”

Then she walked away from my naked chest—again. Tears still in her face. The dimness of light is still in my body. She left me again without any word or even a glimpse at my Adonis-like figure.

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Wisdom’s POV

Denver is suspecting me of something.

How dare he do that when my ex-husband, though he really had caused me a mountain of suffering, I can’t change the fact that he’d been part of my life.

That he had been my man. And he had been my husband.

Perhaps Denver thought that I met him because my feelings were rekindled for him.

That was not the case.

Though in Denver’s eyes at this late night hour, it says otherwise. I thought women are the only ones who can easily be jealous. Turns out it was men too.

“He had left for Amsterdam, Den.” I tried to look at him directly without shaking or hesitating.

“Why did Dyana send me pictures of you two in the coffee shop when the sun was just climbing in the sky?”

I inhaled the night’s crisp air for a second before speaking. “First of all, it’s morning, where do you think we’ll talk? A good coffee is good for two people in the early morning. Second, Richard just apologized to me before taking his flight to Amsterdam. He had been a family, once. And saying goodbye to me doesn’t bother anyone after all.”

“Anyone?” His voice went louder. “Doesn’t bother anyone? What do you think of me, Wisdom? Am I not that ‘anyone’?”

Here we go again. Another episode of jealousy debates. “You are everything to me, Denver. It’s just that…”

I’m afraid to say it because I cannot stomach Denver lashing at me just to say that.

“I forgive him Denver,” I breathed, disregarding his flaring nose and narrowing eyes. “There’s no use in planting a grudge to people when in fact they already ask for your forgiveness.”