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Chapter 6: Their wedding night

Lawrence's POV

Our guest was as fake as everything else. I'm aware that the sudden change in brides will be all over the internet and things will be different from now on. On the other hand, her grandmother insisted on sending us to our room. She took mine and Justine's hands and placed them together between hers.

"Give me a great grandchild soon. Don't be lazy. Enjoy," she said with a meaningful smile.

As she walked away, Justine sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, grandma," she whispered.

I didn't realize she knew how to apologize. I opened the door and let her in. She walked over to the couch and sat down, massaging her feet.

"I really hate heels," she commented, lying down on the couch and groaning. Justine looked at me and giggled.

"Don't give me that look. I know it hurts because the woman wearing the wedding ring is the person you hate the most. Well, that's life playing a bitter joke on us, Lawrence. It's always been."

My wife turns around and looks up at the ceiling, letting out a yawn which finally signals her acknowledgment of tiredness during the reception party.

"Wait, are you planning to sleep on the couch?" I inquire. She nods and closes her eyes. The heck!

"There's a bed, Justine. I have no interest in your bones," I comment.

She stands up and glares at me, resembling a woman possessed by an entity. I sigh and roll my eyes at her before heading to the bathroom for a quick, warm shower. As I lather the shampoo into my hair, I come to realize the situation I'm in.

Leaning against the wall, I notice the glowing jewelry on my left hand and gaze at my wedding ring. I never expected that just three days before marrying the woman I love, everything would change so drastically. I let out a mocking laugh and punch the wall to release my frustrations.

I had placed so much trust in Gianna and Jaxon. I still can’t believe that they choose to betray me like this. I never thought that my life was surrounded with lies.

"Are you really going to drown yourself in the shower? Isn't that a bit extreme? Should I get the bathtub ready instead? It is better if you want to die in drowning," Justine's voice startled me as I saw her shadow against the glass wall. Is she peeking at me?

"Don't even think about it. I'm not interested in seeing your body, dude. I was genuinely concerned that you might do something reckless, and it seems I was right. Did you just punch the wall? Are you sure you're not bleeding nor have a broken bone in your hand?" Justine's tone carried a hint of worry, surprising me. I glance at my fist and notice the graze and a little blood.

"This is nothing compared to the pain they caused me. It's absolutely nothing," I assert firmly.

I continue to punch the wall repeatedly, only hearing a sigh from Justine. I stop when I feel like my bones are about to give out. It stings when the soap touches my graze. I washed my head and ignore the pain in my hand. I knock the door and she steps away. I opened the door.

She's no longer wearing her gown. She's wearing a bathrobe.

"If you want to take a shower, get in," I say coldly.

As I was about to leave the bathroom, she grabs my wrist and notices the blood on my skin. She sighs and pulls me outside. Justine has a small first-aid kit in her purse, which she opens and uses to clean my wound. She pushes me onto the couch, sits in front of me, and starts treating my injury. I groan as she applies the medicine and blows on my skin.

After cleaning up the mess and disposing of the trash, she looks at me with a serious expression and says, "Don't punch the wall next time. Punch your cousin's face instead. He deserves it more than the wall. You're targeting the wrong one, Lawrence. You only bring pain on yourself instead," she utters.

Then she places her hands on her waist, lowers her body to meet my gaze, and firmly tells me, "Don't try to ruin my plan, Lawrence. We agreed to this, so you have no right to hurt yourself. Understood?"

She suddenly brushes my hair and smile warmly. She walks away and get inside the bathroom after that. I look at my hand. My wife is really strange. Why did she do that? We’re enemies, right?

Sitting on the balcony, enjoying a glass of brandy, I watched as she emerged from the bathroom. As she dried her hair and approached me, she took the glass from my hand and fixed me with a stern look.

"What do you want, Justine?" I asked coldly.

She sighed, moved the bottle and glass away, and then sat at the table, facing me. I avoided her gaze and leaned back in my chair. She coughed loudly. I know she is telling me to meet her gaze.

She sighs out of frustrations. "Never consume highly alcoholic drinks. I need your sperm to be as healthy as possible, Lawrence. And if you seek revenge, don't destroy yourself. I have a plan that will make them suffer the most," Justine stated. I end scoffing.

I turned to meet her confident gaze. Her eyes were different from the person I used to bully in my student years. It was only her physical appearance that had changed so much. Everything about her was different. I feel like the old Justine did not exist at all.

"After Jaxon and Gianna were exposed and lost their dignity, they will lay low for a while but will continue with their plans against you. You need to show Gianna what she has forfeited. Treat me with more care and pamper me the way you would do for her," she suggests, pausing for a moment. She flips her hair to the other side and continues drying it with a towel.

"She will begin to compare her tarnished reputation with my life as your wife. Gianna will come to realize that she should be the one living the life of a pampered queen of Edwards’s household."

Justine looks serious and sincere as she shares the tactics brewing in her mind. "I've heard from my female employees that women often compete in their married lives, boasting about their husbands, homes, and children's accomplishments. They constantly compare their lives with each other. So, let's give that a try," Justine adds.

I knew she has no ill intentions. I can see that I’m not her type and she only needed a husband for convenience. Her suggestions were actually quite good. I am very familiar with Gianna. She dislikes any girl who seems to have a better life than her. I know she already saw Justine as an enemy.

"Semen... huh?" I whispered, looking at her intently.

She blushed and started fidgeting with her hair. My wife tried to leave the table, but I stopped her by grabbing her hand. She blinked several times and glared at me. I knew she was trying to warn me, but I had lost my will to live. I won't be scared if Justine will kill me right now.

"You want my semen, don't you? Do you really think it comes out like pee?" I commented.

She took a step and covered my lips with her hand. Justine initiated the conversation, but she was embarrassed about it. "I thought you wanted an heir?" I remarked.

I started caressing her legs, but she stopped my hand before I reached her intimate area. Her cheeks turned red, and I realized that Justine was not only beautiful and arrogant, but also cute and sly. My wife pushed me away.

I start liking this side of her. "Wait a minute, Lawrence. You're being a pushover. Back off," I said.

I gently brushed her hair to the side, and then lightly bit the skin on the back of her neck, leaving a mark. I rested my head on her slender back and wrapped my arms around her, needing a moment of respite. I longed to feel her warmth, otherwise the pain and anger consuming me would drive me to madness.

"It'll all be okay. Take it slow. Don't let your anger consume you. Seek justice by teaching them a lesson they won't forget. Show them that deceiving someone is not acceptable," she reassured me.

For minutes, I remained silent before finally asking, "Why are you saving me, Justine? What do you really want from me? I know you want something, right?"

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