Married by Mistake: His Wrong Wife

After getting accustomed to Tyler's unjust treatment, Violet woke up from bed and immediately did her morning routine. September's weather was the fairest of all; the temperature was mildly warm as the breeze wandered around the mansion and brought a sense of tranquility.

Minutes later, Violet took a bath and wrapped herself in a vintage shirt and jeans. She then dashed downstairs without making any noise, afraid that she might wake Tyler up. It was already five-thirty in the morning, and Tyler usually goes down in the kitchen at six o'clock in his executive attire.

After heating the meat that Violet took from the refrigerator, she prepared the ingredients she'll need for the dish she'd cook for breakfast.

Violet moved around freely in the kitchen as if she owned it. Cooking had been Violet's leisure time. She loved cooking, one of the skills she could brag about. In fact, Sara disliked the idea of cooking. Back then, their kitchen almost burned down when her twin sister tried to cook. Instead of getting mad at Sara for her impulsive action, Dominic Harris, their father, blamed Violet for being irresponsible in not aiding Sara.

After nearly an hour, she placed the grilled meat, bacon, creamy mushroom, brie, and pancetta croissants on the round marble table.

"That should suffice," Violet muttered, wiping her sweat on her forehead.

Soon, Violet heard Tyler's rough footsteps upstairs, which send shivers down her spine. Each steps, It made Violet's heart missed a beat. She took the tray, and as Tyler saw her, Violet lowered her head and walked passed him. Suddenly, Tyler spoke, which stunned her.

"Good Morning," Tyler greeted.

With the thought that her ears had played tricks with her, Violet brushed off her bewilderment and uttered, "What did you just say? I think I missed it."

Tyler snapped his fingers, which made Violet's eyes blink twice. The man leaned closer and stated, "It seems like you are still drowsy, which made your senses at a loss. I said, Good morning, wife."

In a daze, Violet's lips quivered. Tyler called Violet, his wife, and even greeted her. It was the first time he had done that. Since they married and lived on the same roof, Tyler only neglected her and made her suffer. So, Violet reached Tyler's forehead and felt his temperature, thinking he might have a fever and be in a dilemma.

"You don't have a fever..." Violet murmured out of the blue.

Tyler's brow furrowed as he plucked Violet's forehead, causing Violet to wince as she moved backward.

"Of course, I have to work as a beaver in the future to make up for everything," Tyler retorted. Tyler sneered slightly as he sat in the chair, staring at Violet, who was perplexed inches away.

Nonetheless, Violet was still clueless about Tyler's unusual gestures. Her mind finds it suspicious, but her heart feels warm upon seeing how Tyler treats her. Perhaps, what had happened yesterday changed Tyler's impression of her.

Violet's heart was filled with optimism as she watched Tyler consume the breakfast she had prepared. Violet observed her husband's loving side at that moment, which she thought he could only express to Sara in the past.

When Violet chose to be content with Tyler's pleasant mood, silence reigned between the two of them. Violet jolted onto the seat when Tyler held Violet's hand across the Table.

"T-Tyler, I'm not Sara..." Violet whispered feebly. When Violet had the thought in her head that perhaps Tyler treated her this sweetly, it was maybe he mistook her again for Sara, just like what had happened back then.

Violet saw how Tyler sighed in frustration before responding, "Violet, I know my sudden demeanor confused you, but I wanted to apologize for what I did since we became husband and wife. I am mad. Who wouldn't? I was left in bed after getting married to Sara, and the next morning I found myself married not to her but to you. I was devastated and made you suffer in my anger. I'm sorry, Violet. This time, I wanted to make amends with you and treat you not as a servant but as my wife. Will you forgive me?"

Hearing this, Violet's heart leaped in joy as she felt the rising sob from her. Tyler asked forgiveness and even wanted to treat her right as his wife. Who wouldn't be happy? For years of secretly loving him in the dark, she yearned for Tyler to notice that Violet Harris also existed.

Tears began to fall from Violet's eyes as she sobbed. "Yes, I forgive you, Tyler," Violet responded.

Stunned, Tyler averted his gaze when he saw Violet's smiling face with tears in her eyes and shifted his eyes to his wristwatch. He said, "Wait here, I have a gift for you."

Violet froze upon hearing Tyler's words. She was about to speak, but Tyler dashed upstairs, leaving her unsaid words. While waiting for Tyler, Violet felt her heart's surge of excitement and instantaneous vibration.

Tyler came back to the Table with a long box in his hand. The box was wrapped with red ribbon and cute laces. He handed it to Violet and said, "I hope you'll like that."

Violet beamed warmly as she opened the gift, overjoyed. She looked at Tyler, taken aback by what she had seen inside the present. It was a crimson dress. The clothing was too provocative for her thing.

Violet cleared her throat as Tyler interjected, "I assumed the dress didn't meet your expectations. I'm sorry, I should have asked you first about your tast—"

"No, I-I'm just surprised...besides, it was the first gift I had received from you, so rest assured, I'll wear this," Violet responded, forcing a faint smile.

"Really? Then, would you cook dinner later? Wear the dress, and let's have our first date at home."

At that moment, the tears that Violet had suppressed fell down once more as she spoke, "Sure! I'll wait for you." Violet agreed instantly.

Tyler's lips twitched as he stood up. "Everything was settled. I'm looking forward to our first date tonight."

As soon as Tyler turned his back and left, Violet's legs weakened as she slumped on the floor with her cheeks flushed red. A glint of hope hinted in her eyes in silence because, for the first time, Tyler didn't mistook her for Sara and promised to treat her right.

Meanwhile, A refined and formidable man was seated inside a luxurious plane to which only elites had access. Inside the First Class, with his slender fingers, he reached for his wallet and took a picture of the most beautiful woman in his eyes. It has been years since she left her with their pinky promise, but each night he was away from her, their memories hunt him.

The man had to move abroad to study and left the woman he loved with no choice because he knew that if their fate were intertwined, their paths would definitely cross in the future.

Everyone might preach to her the opposite of her sister, but she stands out the most in his eyes. Back then, he couldn't fight for their love, but now, he was ready to win her back and deliver the world upon her feet because she deserved it.

As his hazelnut eyes examined the woman's face, he caressed the picture using his thumb lovingly and whispered, "The long wait is over, Violet. I returned as I promised, and I would never leave again."