THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

Zara’s POV

I was overwhelmed with emotions, ranging from annoyance to indescribable happiness. After all, I was finally having a genuine conversation with the guy I had secretly admired for so long. In the past, our interactions were always filled with arguments and heated exchanges, so this normal conversation felt like a major achievement.

However, my joy was short-lived when the topic of discussion shifted to Lucas and his relationship with Giselle. Bitterness replaced my momentary happiness, and I had to remind myself not to dwell on something that was no longer mine. It took all my strength to discuss our breakup as if it hadn’t hurt me, when in reality, I was in a tremendous amount of pain.

After our meal, Lucas left for the gym, leaving me with a pounding headache. I took a quick nap but woke up before 3, eager to pick up my son from school. Arriving at the school, I noticed the familiar faces of nannies waiting for their young charges. This was a high-class school, and most of the children were picked up by their nannies. It was not unusual for me to be mistaken for a nanny due to my appearance, which garnered attention from the gossiping nannies nearby.

To my surprise, Nick was also present among the crowd. The nannies were quick to comment on our presence, speculating about the beauty and handsomeness of the son we would have together.

I turned to Nick, puzzled by his presence, and asked him why he was there. His response, inquiring whether I was not allowed to miss the pickup, caught me off guard. I jokingly replied that it was strictly forbidden, but deep down, I appreciated his thoughtfulness.

As we turned around, my son excitedly ran towards us, calling me “Mom” and greeting Nick with a cheerful welcome. I wiped the sweat from my son’s forehead, reminding him to be careful and not trip. Nick, ever the doting godfather, mentioned that he had plans to take us out. It was a considerate gesture, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he had no other obligations or a job.

“Are you not working?” I questioned him.

“Of course, you and your son are my priority,” he replied mischievously.

I playfully pinched him, unable to deny his stubbornness. Then, we set off together, but since I had something to carry, we took separate cars. Our destination was, a fast-food restaurant where we could enjoy their signature chicken and spaghetti.

As we parked outside and entered the establishment, Nick would occasionally catch me staring at him, while I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something on my face that drew the attention of other men.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

During our meal, my son asked the inevitable question, “Is Daddy coming home today?”

I replied that he had business to attend to, but he would definitely be back, especially for our shared birthday. This news filled my son with excitement and happiness.

Nick’s order arrived, and it was a feast fit for a king. When he indulged in his favorite dishes, it was clear that his appetite rivaled that of a construction worker. We engaged in lively conversation, enjoying each other’s company.

Everything seemed fine until I caught sight of Lucas and Giselle outside, separated by only a glass wall. Lucas appeared furious, his handsome face contorted in anger. Not again.

Although it was not yet six o’clock, I insisted on heading home, despite Nick’s invitation to explore Antoinette’s mansion. The pregnant woman was expecting our visit, but Lucas’s earlier behavior outside the restaurant bothered me too much.

I couldn’t comprehend why he was still angry. We had been clear about our situation. There was something different in his gaze, dark like a brewing storm, and it deeply unsettled me.

Returning home, Lucas was still absent. He had mentioned a business dinner, but it was apparent that his “business” involved Giselle. I couldn’t express my frustration towards him.

I had learned to swallow my resentments over time, but I hoped he would do the same. Acting jealous of Nick was unnecessary, especially considering that I was not the one with a disability. Perhaps it was him who had difficulty accepting the reality of our situation.

I was overcome with annoyance at the mere thought of him, so I busied myself with taking care of my son. After dressing him up, I prepared to go straight to bed. Even though we had eaten our fill earlier, I decided to cook some ramyeon for us to enjoy later. It was just a small snack, nothing extravagant.

“How are you, son? How was school? Do you have any assignments?” I asked my little one.

As a parent, it’s important to engage in these conversations and show interest in our child’s life. Even though he’s still young, these interactions help with his socialization and development. It’s also my way of monitoring and guiding him because I genuinely care.

“I’m fine, Mom. I’m learning a lot at school, and we have a school project too. I’ll work on it this Saturday. I’ve already finished my assignment during my free time,” my son replied.

If your child spoke like that, wouldn’t you feel proud? He was polite, kind, and smart. However, I always emphasize that kindness should never be taken advantage of.

There are people who are kind and intelligent but lose their way and become ignorant, earning a reputation for themselves. I’m teaching my son to be a wise young man, to avoid falling into that trap.

My son fell asleep around eight in the evening, exhausted from a long day at school. Feeling tired myself, I retreated to the living room and planned to get some much-needed rest. Unexpectedly, someone arrived home.

To my surprise, he didn’t reek of alcohol, and miraculously, he wasn’t drunk. However, his mood was far from normal. He still looked handsome, even in his disheveled state. I chose not to move, avoiding any interaction or confrontation. Talking to him would only lead to arguments and trouble, and I had no interest in that. But, of course, he had to bring up the topic from earlier.

“I saw you with Nick… I thought we had an agreement, Zara Delafontaine Blackwood?” he said sarcastically, a hint of mockery in his voice.

And to add to it, he addressed me by my married last name. What was wrong with him?

I played it cool and responded, “What about him?” I wanted to see where this was going.

He sat down on the couch and stared at me intensely. I couldn’t decipher his mood. He was so difficult to read, even more enigmatic than my grandfather’s eyes.

“Stop pretending like you don’t know. I told you to never go near him again, didn’t I? But you defied me, Zara! Don’t you understand? I said stay away from him!” he shouted, his anger catching me off guard.

He was infuriated, but I couldn’t fathom why. What was wrong with meeting Nick? There was no ill intent on my part. Yet, here he was, even angrier than before. It made no sense. I genuinely hoped he was okay, but it was a fleeting thought.

“What are you so angry about? You made it clear that he’s not allowed in your house, and I agreed! This is your house, after all. I didn’t agree to never see Nick. Let’s get that straight. We are friends, and you have no right to dictate my life. Just as I no longer dictate yours. Consider this a reminder, sir. Lucas Blackwood. We’re heading towards separation. I hope you’re prepared for whatever life I choose,” I said, my words flowing uninterrupted.

I was breathless, not just from the length of my speech, but from the tension in the room. Could he stop acting like a jealous husband? We weren’t on national television playing characters in a telenovela.

He woke up from his anger-induced stupor and faced me, coming closer. Fear gripped me, and I instinctively stepped back. He towered over me, his imposing height and broad build causing me to tremble. I wasn’t invincible; I was only human.

His scent was undeniably masculine and alluring. It enveloped my senses like a soothing massage, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him. He was no ordinary man; he was my long-time love. Even now, with him standing so close, I felt an unexplainable connection.

“Why? What’s wrong with Nick? Why do you feel the need to defend him? Do you actually like him?” he asked, his irritation evident.

But my question remained: Why? Why was he upset? Why was he acting this way?

“Why are you acting like this? Did you ever see me scolding you when I caught you with the girl you loved? Did you? Lucas, you know what? You’re being unfair! Answer me. Why are you behaving like this?” I stared at him, waiting for a response.

He looked at me blankly for a moment, then turned away. Fine! That’s what he was good at-avoiding and keeping his distance.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decided to go to sleep and hope to avoid any further encounters like this. Lucas was truly a complicated man.

The next day arrived as if nothing had happened the night before. I woke up early to cook breakfast while Lucas bathed and dressed our son. He showed enthusiasm in caring for our child, but he continued to ignore me. That was fine too.

We were like passing winds, acknowledging each other’s presence only when necessary. It didn’t bother me; we had an understanding. If anything, it seemed he was content acting this way.

When they left, with Lucas dropping off our child, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought we would continue to coexist in this casual manner. But it seemed fate had a different plan, as Lucas Blackwood’s mind suddenly spiraled into madness.

He started off possessive and jealous, then he kissed me, and yesterday he acted stubbornly like a man possessed.

Lost in my thoughts, I was distracted by a phone call. It was Nick, and what he revealed left me utterly confused.

“Antoinette is about to give birth! Come to the hospital,” I exclaimed, surprised at my immediate agreement.

Leaving my boutique behind, I swiftly hopped into my car and raced towards the hospital. Antoinette and Nick had been by my side during the birth of my son, Enrique, offering unwavering support when Lucas was absent and filled with remorse. Their presence had provided me solace during the challenging moments of pregnancy and stress.

Nick, in particular, had been my rock. His kindness, unmatched compassion, and willingness to fulfill even my most absurd cravings, like raw mangoes at two in the morning, had made him an extraordinary friend. While Lucas had been preoccupied with another woman, Nick had stepped in selflessly.

Arriving at the hospital, I checked my phone and discovered a message from Nick detailing Antoinette’s room number. I swiftly made my way to the seventh floor, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Outside the operating room, I found Nick, his face brimming with enthusiasm. We were eagerly awaiting the birth of twin boys, a fact revealed at the gender reveal party where two blue cakes were cut open. I couldn’t contain my excitement, teasing Nick about his future role as a father.

“Take a seat, Nick. Are you prepared to be a father? I can already envision your confident strides as you walk with your children,” I playfully challenged him, unable to contain my joy.

“Of course! My children are destined for greatness, just like Enrique. He has inherited my good looks and will surely achieve remarkable things,” Nick replied with a touch of arrogance, prompting a playful retort from me.

“Your confidence knows no bounds, my friend,” I teased, as Nick settled beside us, eagerly awaiting the news. Antoinette’s wife, Fin, was also inside the room, sharing the precious moments with her.

Engaging in lighthearted banter, I unexpectedly asked the person next to me, “Hey Nick, when do you plan on finding ‘the one’? Antoinette and I have already moved ahead of you, remember? Back in college, you were determined to be the first to tie the knot. Are you waiting to be a dashing young man?”

His laughter filled the room, attracting the attention of passing nurses and patients who couldn’t help but admire his charm.

“Is it my irresistible charm? An ageless young man, perhaps? Well, I have found the one for me. It’s just a matter of waiting for the right time,” Nick replied, his tone filled with anticipation.

“That’s good to hear. Will I have the privilege of meeting her first?” I asked mischievously, playfully challenging him.

“Oh, Antoinette already knows all about it,” he responded, leaving us both amused.

“You two are quite the tricksters!” I exclaimed, enjoying the light-hearted camaraderie we shared.

Just as we were engrossed in conversation, the door swung open, revealing two nurses, a doctor, and Fin, beaming with victory. The joy in their eyes emphasized the fatherhood I had longed for Lucas to exude during our son’s birth. But that was merely a wish, an impossible dream.

Fin approached us, adorned in a hospital gown and gloves, with a radiant smile. “I’m a father!” he announced, filling our hearts with happiness. Our dear friend had successfully delivered, despite the slight dangers the doctor had warned about. But knowing Antoinette, her strength and bravery were evident.

“Congratulations, bro,” Nick said, conveying his heartfelt wishes.

“Congrats, Fin. Best wishes as a new parent,” I added, sharing in the celebration of their new journey.

As the nurses carried the babies to the nursery, we caught a glimpse of the two adorable angels. Their cuteness didn’t come as a surprise, considering Fin’s striking German heritage and Antoinette’s beauty reminiscent of a pageant queen. I could already imagine the attention these twins would attract from countless admirers when they reached their teenage years.

Moreover, I couldn’t wait to share this joyous news with my daughter, Enrique. He would be thrilled to become an older brother to his godmother’s children.

While Antoinette rested and drifted into sleep, exhausted from the normal delivery, the other grandparents arrived. We extended our congratulations to them before bidding farewell, knowing that Antoinette would still be unconscious for some time. Nick and I decided to head out, with the intention of returning once our friend was awake.

Both of us shared a love for coffee, so we decided to visit a nearby café. Settling down at a café, we sipped our beverages and engaged in heartfelt conversation.

“Enrique’s birthday is approaching. Any plans?” Nick asked, prompting me to share our birthday celebration arrangements.

“We had planned to commemorate Lucas and Enrique’s birthdays together one last time. It was one of the agreements we made,” I explained, reminiscing about the agreements Lucas and I had established.

“Alright, but I’ll still prepare a gift for Enrique,” Nick responded with a smile, showcasing his unwavering support.

I couldn’t help but appreciate Nick’s thoughtfulness. Despite the complexities of my situation with Lucas, he continued to be a positive presence, offering support to both me and our son.

As our time at the café drew to a close, we bid each other farewell. Driving home, I was overwhelmed. The impending joy of my son’s upcoming birthday and the solace I found in Nick’s companionship were overshadowed by the realization that my marriage was crumbling.