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Dear Miss President, I Want You Back
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(Julia’s POV)

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A rainy day in Emerald City would call for an invitation to rest while guiding one’s mind to relax. The current heat felt in the city for the past couple of weeks, made me almost forget how the cooling breeze felt like.

With a glass of iced chocolate on my hand, I sat near the slightly opened window feeling the cool air blowing on my face, while patiently waiting for him. I sighed looking at my handphone. There were no calls or response received from my messages sent to him.

“Where are you Vincent?” I asked myself while staring at the messages I had sent to him.

It has been six months since I had said “I do” to him. But, I am seeing less of him lately. I knew this was what was expected for a contract marriage. It was just marriage on paper. No love, no emotion.

However, there was a time where I had thought I had a chance with him. At the beginning of our marriage, he showed signs he cared. Not a perfect husband but he had made sure my needs were provided for, on financial and security. But not on fulfilling my sexual desires for him.

I’m working on that.

I needed to try. I was also hoping we could have a serious talk about something dear to me. I needed to get some information about my parent’s accident, from him. He was the clue in me finding some answers.

For the obvious reason that he was there when it happened.

My mind drifted on remembering that one night that he had come home in a cheerful mood bringing a bottle of expensive champagne to share with me. I had never seen him so happy.

But, we were too drunk to talk about serious matters.

So drunk that I woke up that day with a massive headache and pain all over my body, on my bed. A bed I was sleeping on, separate from his. He did not want me to share his room with me.

I exhaled loudly to myself while looking around the huge luxurious penthouse that he had kept me staying outside the limelight. Only close family and friends of his knew about our marriage. He did not want it to be known on that fact that he had chosen a simple and poor nurse to marry.

If only he knew who I truly was. I smiled and rested my head on the chair.

After an hour waiting for my husband, I dozed off on the comfortable lounge chair. It was a long day of cleaning the house and cooking for him. There are times I don’t understand why I placed so much effort to be a good wife.

He never did treat me as one that he loved. I was more like a maid in the house and a puppet for him to show around to his parents. ‘A pretty puppet maid I hope’ that thought made me chuckled.

It felt safe living with him in his secured home with a bodyguard and a driver who protected me all these months. Things were going on as planned.

Another hour had passed. The sound of the door to the private elevator to our penthouse woke me up. I knew it was him. His scent of mixed vanilla and a hint of citrus, were pleasing to me. It was sweet and warm, definitely a turn on for a woman like me.

“Vincent, is that you?” Why did I even bothered to ask such stupid question? He was not going to answer me. Never did. I sighed a little with my sweet smile kept on my blushed face.

So much for the silent treatment I had to endure living with him for the past few weeks, I did not understand why he had treated me differently all of a sudden. Something was going on and I had no clue what it was.

Despite the arrogance and cold treatment he gave me, I knew deep inside my heart that I was making some progress. At least, he came home to me.

“I’ll warm up the food for you. Have a seat. I cook your favourite steak” I walked towards him and helped him remove his expensive looking coat. ‘Oh, his coat smelled nice too’

He scoffed and shook his head. “My favourite steak?” he said and walked towards the dining room leaving me hanging his coat in the wardrobe.

I knew I might have oversold my cooking for a bit. But, in my defence, he had never complained about my cooking. I thought he did like them. He had always finished the dishes I had prepared for him. All the time.

I sighed realising I might be wrong. Maybe, he was just hungry.

Seeing he walked towards the dining table, I stared at his broad back. For a moment I was daydreaming and imagined he would turn around and whisk me away to make love to me in his bedroom. There it goes again. I smiled like a virgin girl meeting her crush in person, for the first time.

“Why are you still standing there, smiling like an idiot?” his deep voice brought me back to reality.

‘Urgh, this man. Why does he likes to break my moment?’ I thought with a fake smile still plastered on my face as I walked towards the kitchen to serve him his dinner.

Vincent Verdi came from a very wealthy Italian family. Their wealth could last for many generations. He could afford a dozen of helpers to maintain the house to its finest state.

But, he wanted me to do it all by myself. I knew he wanted me to suffer. I knew he enjoyed seeing me working like a maid in his house. ‘Hey, I was not going to give up’

As long as he did not mention the word divorce, the marriage contract was still valid. With that condition set in the contract, I still had another six months left to get some answers from him.

A moment later, I sat opposite him and was watching him eat. It was pleasant. I did not mind the silence between us.

He had such good eating manners. Looking at his perfectly shaped jaw moving made me want to jump on the table and smack his lips with mine. My eyes went down from his light grey eyes to his lips that I had long wish I could taste them again one day.

The brief kiss we had was only for one second on our wedding day. It made my heart flutters remembering that special kiss from him. Of course, we did kiss several times infront of his parents to trick them of thinking we were in love.

His parents loved me. There were times, I thought they knew who I really was.

Vincent saw me staring at him which I knew made him uncomfortable. As he lifted his two fingers to his glass, I knew he wanted me to pour some wine in it.

That was my moment to ask him some important questions. He was a better person when he was a little drunk. It was like a moment when he had put down his guard on me.

I placed my silver cutleries on my plate and poured him his favourite red wine. I poured some for myself as well. We both drank in silence with him clearly avoiding to look into my blue eyes. It was as if my eyes were making the cold hearted and arrogant husband of mine, weak.

“Vincent, I need to ask you some questions. About the –“ my sentence got cut off with a call coming from his handphone. ‘Great! Another missed opportunity’ I thought and sighed in annoyance.

He was staring at his handphone for a moment before reaching for it with his slightly trembling hand.

I wondered who it was. The look of his cold face suddenly turned into a small smile showing part of his deep dimples. The call must be from someone special. ‘Who could it be?’

He got up immediately from his chair and walked towards the door as if his life depended on it.

“Vincent, what’s going on? Are you leaving?” I asked gently while standing up to walk towards him.

With no words coming from his mouth, he left me alone in the huge penthouse.. again.

I sat back on the dining chair and sighed in defeat. “Who the f*ck called him in the middle of the night?”

(Julia’s POV)

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It has been almost a month since I last met Vincent. I called his number several times but he had rejected or ignored my calls since then. I had sent him dozens of messages with most asking him when he was coming home.

It was when I started receiving messages from an unknown number that I knew what was going on. “She is back”, the woman who had hurt Vincent to be the cold hearted man he came to be.

I could not understand why he loved her that much. “Was I not good enough for him? If only he knew who I really am” I wondered as I looked at my appearance in the mirror.

I was looking thinner since I got married. It was tiring to manage my fake job at the Hospital and keeping the house clean and tidy. Perhaps, I should have placed more efforts to look prettier and sexy like Rachel Brown.

Some more messages came into my handphone. It was not from Vincent. The messages were from her. I knew it.

One picture made me feel a pain in my chest seeing what an idiot I was thinking my husband would fall in love with me. The picture was a man seated on her bed with his bare top part of his body seen. I knew that was Vincent. He was smiling at the camera looking happy.

It was a look of a man in love. But, his love was not for me. It was for her.

More messages came in with pictures of them together. Rachel has been sending me messages asking me to leave Vincent as he was not in love with me. Rachel wanted me to leave him. At that moment, I realised she was not aware of the contract marriage that I have signed with Vincent.

I could not let her win.

A part of me still thinks she was not good for him. Rachel Brown was toxic for Vincent. She was going to destroy him with her lies.

With the thought of protecting Vincent, I made a decision to do something he hated me doing unless it was for a life and death emergency. I called his assistant, Flora.

“Flora. Hello, it’s me Julia. Vincent’s wife. I called to ask if Vincent is at the office. There is something urgent for me to tell him?” I held my breath and hoped that he was indeed in office.

“Hello, Mrs Verdi” Flora’s cheerful voice was the opposite of Vincent’s cold deep voice. I wondered how he was at office working with the likes of Flora. He must have scared her to death with his anger.

“Mister Verdi is not in office at the moment. He is at Nexus Hospital near the office, with a friend. Rachel Brown” Flora sounded as if nothing was wrong with Vincent at the hospital with his ex-girlfriend. Perhaps, she did not know who Rachel was.

“Oh yes, of course. I forgot about that” I lied. “Would you kindly tell me which room, Rachel Brown is staying?”

“Sure. Mister Verdi made sure Miss Brown stayed in the best suite the hospital has to offer. The deluxe presidential suite. Would you like me to arrange for the driver to send you there, Mrs Verdi?” Flora’s words made me clenched my fist into a ball. My husband sounded he still cared for that lying b*tch with the name Rachel.

“Please arrange for my transport there, Flora. Thank you so much” I ended the call and took a pillow on my bed. I placed it on my face and screamed as loud as I can on it.

I was not going to let her win, “Rachel Brown, I’m coming for you”

A moment later, I put on a blue dress and applied some makeup on my fair and pale looking face. My soft fake blonde curls was let loose with a gold hair clip placed on its side. After being satisfied on how I looked in the mirror, I walked out from the penthouse towards the limousine sent for me.

The car was moving at a safe speed. I stared outside the window of the moving car seeing how busy the street of Emerald City was at that time. It was a city with tall skyscrapers making humans look tiny from above. But, it was also a city I once love when things were easy before the death of my parents.

Their death with Vincent, who I believe, had the answer on what happened to them. I need to know.

I had spent months in getting the truth from him but he was being difficult to talk to. It was tiring. A part of me felt that it was useless. But, I had to try till the end of our one year marriage contract.

I remembered when he approached me for the deal offering me money. I agreed to it immediately. It was not all for money. It was for what I thought to be for love.

The love that was clearly one sided.

If only he knew marrying him was what I wished for since I was just a little girl, perhaps, he would be nicer to me. I did not marry him for his wealth and status. I married him because I wanted to. I had known a different version of Vincent. A younger and kinder version of him. Not the man I married.

When we reached Nexus Hospital, I felt a pain forming on my neck. It was something I would feel when something bad was going to happen. “No. You must be strong. You must not let Vincent fall for Rachel’s lies. She is going to hurt him, again”

The walk towards the luxurious hospital suite was not a pleasant experience. Some people who saw me knew who I was. The look I received from the nurses where not pleasing. They were whispering which I knew they knew why I was there. It looked like me walking to visit my husband’s mistress with a bouquet of flowers on my hand.

How stupid was that? Bringing a bouquet of flowers was something of Flora’s idea. I just played along like a fool. I then threw those flowers in a nearby bin.

As I reach the door to the room, I heard the sound of a woman laughing. I slipped into the room seeing a sexy brunette was talking on the phone. She was definitely not looking sick.

“Excuse me, are you Rachel Brown?” I asked innocently hoping so much that this beauty was not her.

The woman ended her call and smirked at me. Her eyes were scanning me from head to toe like I was someone beneath her. She then raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, “You must be Vince’s pathetic wife”

Vince? She called my husband Vince? Who the hell is she calling me pathetic?

(Laura’s POV)

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“You know. I thank you for letting Vince take care of me. He was so kind to me. Spending all these weeks by my side.. on my bed. I hope you don’t mind me returning that favour to him by giving him some good sex at night. He clearly was in need of that. Perhaps, his wife was lousy in bed” Rachel laughed loudly with a hand placed on her mouth.

‘Sex? They had sex while I only kissed my husband passionately once on our very brief wedding day?’ I clenched my fist and was ready to hit that pretty face of hers.

‘How could Vincent be by her side while she was obviously faking her illness? I was sick few months ago and he did not even care to ask if I got better. All my husband did was asking a doctor to visit me at the penthouse and disappeared from my sight for weeks!’ I exhaled few breaths as my face was turning red like a tomato.

“Oh, the little puppet is angry at me” she pouted and fake a cry to mock me, “You do know that Vince will divorce you soon right? He said he loves me and you are just a reason for him to make me jealous. You are such a fool. Julia Raine, I pity you. If you wanted money in marrying him and hoped he would love you, you must be delusional”

As Rachel smiled wickedly, I took few steps towards her with a plan to smack her face. Suddenly, she threw a fruit knife towards me that made me caught it in reflex.

That was when the door to the suite room opened widely. Perfect.

At that moment, Rachel screamed for help and pointed a finger at me, “Vince, look she was going to hurt me. Look at my finger, it is bleeding. Your crazy wife hurt me with that knife. Baby, it hurts”

Vincent pushed me to the side making me slipped to the ground. My knees hurt as it touched the cold hard floor of the suite room. While still on the ground, I saw Vincent wrapped Rachel’s finger with a small towel.

I tried to explain what happened to my dear husband as I did not want her to lie to him, “I had no idea how she cut her finger. You must believe me, Vincent. She is lying to you. She can’t be trusted. She is crazy –“

“SHUT UP, JULIA! GO HOME!” he shouted at me with his angry face. A face that I had never seen before. I could not believe he would be angry at me for something I did not do.

He never shouted at me that loud. My lips trembled and I was indeed frightened on the way he had looked at me.

“Vince, she is getting up to hurt me again. I’m so scared. Please protect me, Vince” Rachel’s fake damsel in distress sweet voice was making me sick to the stomach. At that point, I did wish I had stab her with the fruit knife that fell on the floor.

“JULIA! Get lost!” his voice was getting louder and it had startled me. Warm tears were falling down on my cheeks.

“Vincent, I’m your wife. Please believe me. She lied to you” I tried to explain to him but he would not listen to me. He believed her lies.

Vincent sighed loudly and turned to walk towards me in anger. He then grabbed my arm and opened the door to the suite room. He then threw me down to the floor outside the room. “Vincent, how could you do this to me? Why are you so cruel to me, for her?”

I could not have imagine he would hurt me in such a way. It was humiliating.

My voice was trembling with tears. I was hurt and ashamed being treated like this, like some piece of garbage that he could toss side when he was done with me. “Why Vincent? Why do you hate me this much?”

“Go home, Julia. Stop making a fool of yourself! We had an agreement. I will let the lawyers prepare our divorce arrangements, Julia. I will keep the end of my side of the contract and pay you as agreed. Money was all that you wanted in this marriage, anyway. A gold digger just like all the women in my life. But, not Rachel who loves me for who I am. Julia Raine, do not cross path with me and Rachel, ever again” he took one look at me while I pleaded for him to not let me go. I needed more time.

But, he did not give me a chance to explain. And I looked really desperate.

Before he closed the door, I said to him while I whimper in pain trying to stand, “I wish I had never met you, Vincent Verdi. I hate you! You will regret what you did to me today. I will never forget this”

He paused for a moment to look at me one more time and slammed the door shut.

That was when I realised, he will never love me.

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(Vincent’s POV)

As I turned to look at Rachel, I had this pain in my heart. ‘Was I being too cruel to Julia? Was Rachel lying to me?’ I thought to myself and walked towards Rachel who was in tears. I sat next to her to embrace her body on mine.

The past few weeks I was with her, it was like old times. Rachel was as what I wanted her to be. The sweet old Rachel was back in my arms.

The sex was even better than what we had in the past. I wanted more of her every day on bed with me. At one point, I almost proposed marriage to her. But, I recalled her leaving me alone at the Hospital when I got into a freak accident.

Julia was there to nurse me while Rachel left me that day when I was sick. It made me wonder if Rachel truly loved me as much as I did for her.

A sense of guilt was also forming in my heart deeply. It was for Julia.

I did not know why but few days ago, I felt that I had to go back to Julia to end the marriage contract in a civilised way. Not like how it was at the Hospital.

That was when Rachel started to fall ill. She did not want me to leave her. I obliged to her demands.

And stood by Rachel’s side all these days wondering every night, if my wife Julia was alright at home alone.