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Angelina Nelson is a Harvard graduate only known for her role as the president's wife. Being married to a workaholic, a cheating bastard isn't all it's cooked up to be.
Turns of events have her life on the line, and it's all in the h...
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3rd Pov
The following days proceeded in awkwardness mostly on Angelina's part, the moment she woke up the next day to a hangover. The things she had said in her drunken haze had clawed at her like a cat in a fit of rage.
When Daichi approached her that morning inquiring about her well-being she pretended to have no recollection of what transpired after taking her third glass of alcohol at the bar. Daichi, on the other hand, knew she wasn't being entirely upfront with him as she was unusually nervously agitated so he let it be not wanting her to be uncomfortable with him.
Nonetheless, it didn't differ from the fact that he felt somewhat rejected by her distancing, as he thought they had found some common ground in this unstable friendship of sorts.
Presently it's the day of the town's festival which they were manipulated to be in attendance because of a witty old lady making up schemes. The ride there was long and quiet but most noticeable was the awkward atmosphere that accompanied the two when in enclosed spaces together.
She thought pretending not to have cried out her feelings and sense of vulnerability to him, she could avoid talking about it any further than she had already done. Even if she had spoken in an intoxicated haze a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.
Either way, it solidified her resolve to proceed without a hitch no matter what the consequences entail for her.
Daichi had one question front center of his thought lately, ' why hasn't she filed for divorce yet? '. Little does he know she had tried multiple times and failed all the same.
" What's the festival for anyway? " she inquired shifting in her seat.
' This seatbelt is squeezing my boobs. ' she frowned as she tightened her grip on the belt as a way for it to feel her pain.
" It's like a get-together for everyone in town, they mostly do this for the kids to run around and have baking competitions," he replied drumming his fingers on the stirring wheel.
At the mention of the baking, her head turned to him so fast it gave her whiplashes, Angelina had always had a sweet tooth for as long as she could possibly remember and she just adores baked goods especially when they're right out of the oven.
" Does that mean I get to have some? " she asked, her eyes had this twinkle to them like a child ready to open presents on Christmas day.
From the corner of Daichi's vision he could notably see her eager expression, he chuckled shaking his head at her antics.
" I do believe so, enjoy to your heart's content." he encouraged, turning to her and giving her a small smile before refocusing on the road ahead.
She stared at him dazed ' how can a man be so pretty so effortlessly ' almost gaping like a fish out of water. ' He should really smile more, he'd have all the ladies swooning no questions asked. '
