The Unwanted Wife

I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't believe you, Maverick. The least you could have done is let me know, so I wouldn't have to wait. Geez, I'll call Bennett to pick me up."

"No, you can't. Bennett is with me right now, and he can't leave yet. Just grab a taxi or something," he responded dismissively.

I groaned in frustration. "You're impossible, you selfish prick!" I snapped before ending the call.

I couldn't believe that he had promised to pick me up and then failed to do so. And I couldn't rely on Bennett either. That selfish asshole.

"Abi?" Someone called out my name. I turned around to find my boss standing behind me. "Why are you still here?"

"Oh, I was waiting for my husband, but apparently, he's needed for a meeting and can't pick me up now," I explained with a tinge of disappointment.

He nodded understandingly. "Okay, let me drive you home."

"Oh no, you don't have to. Thank you so much for the offer, but I'll just grab a taxi," I politely declined his offer.

He smiled warmly. "Nonsense, taxis can be dangerous sometimes. It would put my mind at ease to know you're safely home with me."

That was the sweetest thing someone had ever said to me.

"Alright then, if you don't mind," I acquiesced.

He simply smiled and led the way to his car. He stopped by my side and opened the door for me. I thanked him and got into the car, and he closed the door before taking his seat. As he started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, I couldn't help but feel a little awkward being alone with my boss, especially since I was still new in the office.

"So, how do you feel about working in my office? Have you gotten used to it yet?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It's been okay. I had some initial struggles, but I'm getting used to it," I replied honestly.

He glanced at me, concern evident in his eyes. "Nobody's giving you a hard time, right?"

I shook my head. "No, everyone has been really nice and welcoming."

He nodded with relief. "Good. I make sure all the employees treat each other like friends, avoiding any unnecessary hardships for newcomers. A harmonious team is crucial for running a successful business."

I smiled appreciatively. It was incredibly generous and considerate of him to care about his employees. Initially, I had expected him to be arrogant and cold, but he turned out to be genuinely friendly.

"Turn right here; my house is at the corner of this street," I directed as we approached my home.

He simply nodded and made the right turn. I pointed out my house, and he parked in front of the fence. Opening the door for me, he stepped out and gestured for me to exit the car. I thanked him again and closed the door.

"Thank you so much for the ride, Mr. Foster," I expressed my gratitude.

"Please, just call me Weston. Mr. Foster sounds too formal for me," he replied with a warm smile.

I nodded in agreement. "Okay, Weston. I'll head inside now. Thank you again for the ride."

"No need to thank me. I'll see you at work tomorrow," he said before getting back into the car. Rolling down the window, he waved at me.

"Bye, take care," I waved back as he drove away.

Sighing, I turned around and pressed the bell on the fence. The security guard, Jordan, opened the gate and appeared surprised to see me.

"Mrs. Turner? I-I thought you were with Sir. Mr. Turner just came back not long ago," he said, widening the gate for me to enter. I noticed that the car was already parked in the garage.

Asshole. I thought he said he was still busy.

I turned to Jordan, addressing him by name. "Well, your master told me to grab a taxi instead."

Everyone in our house, the maids, security personnel, and the driver, knew that our marriage was not based on love. They were well aware of how Maverick treated me at home, so I didn't have to pretend to be happy within these walls.

Jordan frowned apologetically. "I'm sorry, Abi."

"Nah, it's not your fault, Jordan. And by the way, what have I told you about calling me by my name?" I reminded him gently.

He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Abi."

"Please remember that. I don't want you to call me 'Mrs.' anymore, understood?"

"Okay, Abi."

I returned his smile. "Thank you. I'll head inside now. Good night, Jordan."

Walking toward the front door, I pressed the bell, and Harper promptly opened it, welcoming me in. I kicked off my painful heels and removed my blazer.

"I made some apple juice, Abi. Would you like some?" Harper offered as she took my blazer from my hand.

My eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, please! Harper, you know, I love apple juice. You don't even have to ask."

She giggled. "I just wanted to tease you, Abi."

Chuckling, I followed Harper to the kitchen. As soon as I spotted the apple juice on the table, I grabbed a glass and eagerly took a sip. It was pure bliss.

"I don't understand your love for apples, Abi," Harper remarked as I finished my drink in one gulp.

"Apples remind me of my mother. She always made me apple juice whenever I came back from school," I shared, a tinge of sadness creeping into my voice. It had been two years since my parents' passing, and the pain still lingered.

Harper looked guilty. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to remind you of your parents," she apologized, sensing my longing for them.

"It's okay. I'll always miss them. They were my only family, and now I'm all alone," I confessed, tears welling up in my eyes as the realization of my loss hit me.

As she spoke those words, I found myself enveloped in a heartfelt hug. "Abi, darling, you are not alone. This is your family. Everyone in this house is your family. Mr. and Mrs. Turner is your family. And you have me too, Abi. We are family."

Tears welled up in my eyes as her words sank in. I clung to her tightly, allowing my tears to flow freely. She was right. I wasn't alone. Despite Maverick's animosity towards me, the Turner family was still my family. And Harper, she had become like another mother to me.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat, interrupting our moment. Harper and I hastily pulled away, and I quickly wiped my tears, trying to compose myself. I glanced at my glass, avoiding eye contact with Maverick.

"I-erm, I'll take your blazer and purse to your room, Mrs. Turner," Harper stammered, clearly sensing the tension in the room. She promptly left the kitchen, leaving me alone with my so-called husband.