Sabrina
I saw how nervous he is. Gabriel has no idea what trouble he gets into. But this marriage? It will be interesting on my part. "Unless you want to win back your ex-wife." I raise my finger.
"I am telling you, you're now my husband," I added. His expression turned sour.
"The Paige family can make your life miserable once you cheat on me. I don't care if you still love your ex-wife. My children need their dad. Their mom needs him as a husband." He looks away.
"My ex-wife is not someone that I would linger for. My feelings, efforts, and love... she's not worthy of them," he says.
I cross my legs and take off my heels. Because of pregnancy, I always have sore feet. He gives me his scarf. "Use it as a pillow. Lean on the car door. Let me massage your feet," he says. I didn't argue. He can tie my hair without malice.
He grabs my legs and places them in his lap. When he massages them, it shows expertise. It feels good, and it soothes the soreness. "Thank you," I mumbled.
He smiled and continued. We arrived in the villa, and everyone was waiting for us. They popped confetti. "Happy wedding!"
My grandma and he walk closer. They opened two boxes. Wedding rings? "This is for you, grandson-in-law," Grandma says.
She was handing him a family heirloom. "Isn't this too much?" Gabriel asks.
I grab the ring and put it on his finger. "Sabrina, this has been passed down to the Evans family for three generations. I hope you will accept it," Grandma Fe says. I give my left hand to my husband and look at the ring.
"At least put them on me, hmm?" I move my hand. He grabs the ring and puts it on me. "Fits perfectly," I stated, smiling.
I raise my palm and look at the wedding ring. "Yours was passed down by five generations, which means mine is worth more millions than yours," I remarked. Grandma laughs.
"Then I should sell it as soon as possible," Gabriel jokes. I laugh. "Why not?" I stated, grinning.
"Stop teasing each other, you two," Grandma says.
I grab Gabriel's hand as we all head into the dining room. His friends were staring at him. He was a little nervous while eating. I keep my attention on him and realize that he doesn't eat cilantro, green peppers, or sesame seeds.
"Nanny Belle," I called.
"Yes, young lady?" she approaches. "Next time, don't add green peppers, cilantro, and sesame seeds on our dishes."
All of them halt from eating. "Understood, my lady," she says.
"Also, change the juice. Mango and orange if we have them," I added.
I grab the glass on Gabriel's side and give it to her. "You can drink it and bring mango or orange juice for Gabriel."
He looks at me. I continue eating and enjoy the meal. "Gabriel, your sister-in-law was very observable," one of them utters, looking at him.
After that dinner, I insisted on sending his friends to their houses using our cars. Our grandma was busy talking in the living room. I didn't expect that they'll get along too easily. I ask my husband to follow me into my office. He is seated and looks at me.
"Did you divorce your wife two months ago?" I ask.
He raises his head and looks at me. "For what reason?" I ask. He looks away and keeps his silence. "Did you know that your wife was my husband's white moonlight?" I continued. He turned his head and met my eyes. "Who are you?" he asks. I laugh.
"Fate throws a big joke on us, doesn't it? I knew that he married me for selfish reasons, but I denied the truth. I thought if I worked hard, he'd realize that I'm better than my spoiled brat third cousin, Leah Ford."
He frowns while trying to read my reaction. "We never get along. She sees me as her competition. I wasn't even invited to her wedding with you two years ago. Don't worry. What happened between us was indeed a one-night stand between strangers," I added.
I waited for his reaction. It took him minutes to speak. "You already knew the truth. Did you force me to take responsibility just to get even with her? I heard that the Ford and Ross families will hold an engagement banquet next week."
I shake my head. "Grandma did some research about you. Have you heard from the Fords that I was disowned by Grandma because I insisted on marrying Harold Ross? My grandma was too sharp when it comes to reading someone's character. You've been tailed by her all day."
He looks surprised because of what I said. "Like I said, character is the most important to the Paige family. It's not how much money you can make. Your wife is worth billions. I need moral support, especially now that I..."
I place my hand on my tummy. "I'm having a hard time because of pregnancy. I heard from our relatives that Leah's husband was genuinely great. He manages their house properly, and he's a good man, which Harold will never be. I wonder if those two will survive a married life together," I mocked.
He didn't say a word and just stared at me. Did he get hurt because of how I speak about his ex-wife that he loves most? "Just be honest with me. What do you really want to achieve in this marriage?" he asks.
I stood up and sat on the couch. I cross my legs and pour water into the cup. "Did you know that Grandma insisted on one thing before she accepted me again? It's obedience—that I let her decide what is good for me. She proved to me that her hunch about Harold was true."
I raise my head and look at him. "I knew I could trust her hunch about you. I didn't agree to get even with them. Why can't you just accept? You are worthy to be my husband. Also, they are cheaters." I look at him and grab his palm.
"Why would I waste my energy for such people? Can you just accept me? Am I not worthy to be Leah's replacement?"
