The unexpectedness of her kindness left me stunned.
Since that night, she has showered me with nothing but sincere affection.
What I initially believed were sarcastic remarks, aimed at poking fun at me, turned out to be genuine.
When she gazes at my flawed self with eyes brimming with admiration, it sends an unfamiliar, sweet ache through my heart.
To my embarrassment, at this age, I have learned the comfort of being loved and the joy of loving in return.
I regard my wife as something sacred, yet I know she is not naïve or overly pure.
Far from being a dull, sheltered woman, she was raised in luxury and knows how to spend money.
She requires thrice as much as my previous wife—who had left me for another man. Yet, her expenses never once threatened my household’s finances.
She does not use me to extract money; she simply spends what is available to her.
Once, my son—who usually lives apart from us—complained about her extravagant dress purchases. She replied with absolute confidence:
"My husband’s money is my money, isn’t it?"
The audacity of her statement was so extreme it felt like a profound truth.
"After all, we are husband and wife," she added with a radiant smile. Her words carried no greed, only an overwhelming happiness.
And so, my beautiful wife continues to live, radiant and full of life.
Taking my beloved wife to the royal party hosted by the King was bound to attract attention.
The moment we arrived, every man’s gaze turned to her.
Of course, it did. She’s always beautiful, but tonight she was truly exceptional.
She wore a gown of deep indigo, its glossy fabric adorned with countless tiny diamonds, resembling a shimmering night sky—perfect for a goddess of the evening.
The daringly high slit and the neckline that barely concealed her cleavage could have easily crossed into vulgar territory. But on her, it radiated only elegance and allure.
"Well, now... You were already beautiful, but it seems you've grown even more dazzling. Truly astounding."
As we approached the King to offer our greetings, his gaze remained fixed on her, and he murmured his admiration.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. While I struggle to notice it myself, if my appearance has indeed improved, it’s all thanks to the love my husband showers upon me."
Her overwhelming beauty softened with a touch of modesty, and the King’s expression melted into a doting smile.
I wasn’t particularly amused.
"Now, Your Majesty, the announcement is still scheduled for later, is it not?"
"Ah, yes. That’s the plan," the King said, snapping out of his daze and regaining composure.
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