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" You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. "

 I am a young girl as you can see. I have everything a woman would wish to have in her life. I wear expensive clothes everyday and change shoes and bags whenever I want. I have over five cars and drivers and I do shopping whenever I want. Most importantly, I have a very young handsome and rich husband that everyone would wish to have.

In fact, my life is perfect. And everyone expects me to be happy. Little do they know that all these things I have are the source of my pain because I lack love. My husband hates me so much and because of this I regret having married him. I cry every night and most of them are sleepless.

" You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. You can have the Walter's title , and the wealth, But you will never have my heart." 

Yes he tells me that everyday. It my breaks my heart into pieces because I really love him.

But who knows ? I know that one day he will love me back. I don't when , But I believe he will fall me to a point he will even wish to sacrifice his life for me. 

For now, I AM JUST MRS WALTER , but I know that day will come.

I am Just Mrs Walter.

Romeo stayed in the room still angry but that issue and entered his bed to sleep.

The following day, Romeo got up early and went for work. He left without breakfast as he was now used for his mother's absence due to the hospital thing.

Romeo's eyes snapped open as he stepped into his office, still feeling a lingering sense of unease from the previous day's argument with his mother.

He took a deep breath, shaking off the tension as he made his way to his desk.

As he entered the waiting area, his gaze fell upon a stunning young woman, clad in a sleek black dress that accentuated her curves.

Her makeup was impeccable, and her bright smile lit up the room. Romeo's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her.

"Good morning, Mr. Walter," she said, extending a manicured hand for a handshake.

"I'm Bianca, the new intern. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Romeo's handshake was firm, but his eyes lingered on Bianca's face for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

Wilson, Romeo's assistant, couldn't help but notice the way Romeo looked at Bianca, a hint of interest sparking in his eyes.

Wilson raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eye. He had worked with Romeo long enough to recognize the signs of attraction.

And it was clear that Romeo was already taken with the beautiful Bianca.

Romeo smiled warmly as he greeted Bianca, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Good morning, Bianca. Welcome to Walter Hotels. We're glad to have you on board."

He gestured to Wilson, who handed him a folder containing Bianca's assignment details. Romeo flipped through the pages, nodding as he outlined Bianca's duties.

"Okay, Bianca, you'll be working on our marketing team. Your desk is just over there," he said, pointing to a sleek, modern workstation.

"You'll be assisting with social media management, event planning, and some administrative tasks."

Bianca listened intently, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. As Romeo finished speaking, she smiled brightly, her lips curving upwards in a radiant, vain smile.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Walter," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I'm thrilled to be working with the Walter Hotels team. I won't let you down."

Romeo smiled back at her, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment before he nodded and turned to Wilson. "Wilson, please show Bianca to her desk and get her settled in. I have a meeting to attend to."

As Wilson led Bianca away, Romeo watched her go, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wondered what lay beneath her polished, confident exterior.

After settling in Bianca, Wilson walked back into Romeo's office, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Romeo, I couldn't help but notice the way you looked at Bianca," he said, his voice low and discreet.

Romeo leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I promised my mother I wouldn't get involved with women again," he said, his voice laced with regret.

"Otherwise, I would have definitely gone for Bianca."

Wilson raised an eyebrow, his expression serious.

"Romeo, it's not just about promising your mother. You're married now. You have a responsibility to Trina."

Romeo's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing.

"Trina means nothing to me, Wilson. She's just a convenient arrangement. And soon, I'll be divorcing her."

Wilson's eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing, knowing better than to pry into Romeo's personal life.

Instead, he nodded discreetly and changed the subject.

"Shall I schedule a meeting with the marketing team to discuss the new campaign?"

Chapter 32: I would go for Bianca