Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 143

Chapter 143— First Lady in the Mayor's Office

Miexha’s Point of View

Visiting city hall had unintentionally become one of my personality traits.
Coffee? Music? Randomly popping by the mayor’s office to check on my overly-busy husband? Yes, I do that now. First Lady privileges.

I floated through the marbled corridors of the capital’s city hall like I belonged — because, well, I did. Years ago, I was just sickly girl who daydreamed in music rooms and skipped gym class. Now I was the heavily pregnant wife of the city's youngest and most dangerously good-looking mayor.

The guards at the entrance nodded with familiarity.

“First Lady Dom,” one greeted, tipping his hat.

I smiled softly — warm, gracious, polished. I’d perfected the look: approachable elegance, like a living oil painting. A few interns passing by whispered excitedly, and I could practically hear the thoughts bubbling behind their shy stares.

> How to flirt with the hot mayor.
How to become his next scandal.
How to destroy the goddess he married.

Cute.
They were all my rivals.

If Jayson ever ran for president, I’d have to start a nationwide elimination game.

Still smiling, I entered his office with the kind of ease that only came from knowing a man completely — body, soul, calendar, and all.

The guards opened the double doors.
“Madam, he’s still in a meeting.”

“Thank you,” I said sweetly, stepping inside like it was my personal palace.
Because let’s be honest — it kind of was.

The office smelled faintly of wood polish, fresh flowers, and Jayson’s cologne. The sunlight poured in through tall windows, casting golden streaks across his polished desk. A heavy silence wrapped the room, but it wasn’t lonely. It felt… safe.

As usual, his portrait greeted me first. Jayson Dom — the most photogenic mayor in history — stared down in that tailored navy suit, his expression equal parts regal and annoyingly smug.

Beside him hung his father’s portrait, equally dignified. Dom legacy, framed and eternal.

And then… I saw it.

Right there on his desk, tucked between thick binders and legal memos, was our wedding portrait. Front and center.
My cheeks flushed instantly.

Even while running a city, he managed to flex me like a trophy. I bit my lip, heart fluttering like I was fourteen again.

My gaze shifted to the glass cabinet behind the desk — his personal collection of plaques, national commendations, and civic awards. Every item aligned to precision. My overachieving husband, Mayor Dom, was truly doing an incredible job.

Tucked beside the awards were family pictures.
Jamie in her school uniform with that practiced smile.
Shellie mid-laugh, holding her beloved stuffed bunny like a sacred artifact.
Xiejay covered in flour like a pint-sized criminal escaping pastry justice.

I placed a hand on my round belly. The twins gave a soft kick, almost as if saying
“Hey, don’t forget us.”

Then something in the cabinet caught my eye.
Half-hidden behind the trophies, I saw a frame I didn’t recognize.

Curious, I gently pulled it out.

It was… an old photo.

Teenage, Jayson and Zatariel. Doing fist bump. Both had wide grins and messy hair.