Love Me, My Husband!

Love Me, My Husband!
Chapter 1


The scorching sun slowly entered through the window, into a mini room filled with various paintings on the walls. A woman with long black hair, sitting by the window with hands that had been busy coloring the new painting in her picture.


Naura Aprilia Ivora, daughter-in-law of the Louis family. Every day, when there was a chance he would spend his time painting in this narrow room. Funneling her hobbies that have been harbored because of her husband.


This painting talent he had, passed down from his mother who was a leading designer of his time. But she never expected if there would be a day where she would take off this hobby because of the actions of her husband's girlfriend.


"How many times do I have to say, you're not worthy of being a designer.. "


"Huh.. Again like this.. " Reva squeezed his chest which suddenly felt tight, making him accidentally drop his color plate


This is not the first time he has felt something like this. Every time she was about to finish her painting, the shadow of her husband scolding her instantly sprung up in her mind.


Geck.. Geck.. Geck..


"Non..? " The door of the room opens from the outside, showing Agus who is the housekeeper in this house


Mr. Agus was one of the people who was specially employed by Mother Adam to take care of and fulfill the daily needs of Naura while in the house.


"What's Uncle?" Tanya Naura who has long called Mr. Agus with the name Uncle as a form of Thank you and respect for taking care of it well while in the house


"Had Adam gone home? "


Mr. Agus nodded in agreement with "Yes Non.. Master already.. "


No time for Mr. Agus to finish his words, Naura has already gone "I will meet him, please help me tidy up my painting Uncle" Pinta Naura smiled as she ran away with so excited


....


Naura, who had now arrived in front of Adam's study, regained her breath before going inside.


"I just got home"


"Then I won't bother you, you better take a break. You still have a date with me tomorrow"


"You also rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow"


"Good nights. Have a nice dream, baby.. "


"Hm.. Have a nice dream, honey"


Naura's steps came to a halt for a moment before she entered the room. His hands rose and his mouth was unexpected with what he had just heard. Her husband looks so happy and even smiles widely when he receives a call from the girl he believes is his girlfriend, Clara.


"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stop showing that disgusting face of yours here?" The owner of the cold voice stared intently at the door of his study


"I-I just want to see you, we haven't seen each other for 3 weeks. That's why I approached you.. " Naura said with a lowered face afraid to look at the man


That man was Adamson Louis. The only son of the Louis family, who was none other than the husband of Naura at this time. From the beginning he was opposed to this marriage, but because of the threat from his mother who wanted to get him as an heir, he was forced to agree to marry Naura, the girl he hated so much.


"Stop that filthy charade of yours. Who are you trying to trick by pretending to be pitiful like that, I am not my mother who could easily get into your trap. So get away from me before I actually get rude to you" Adam pushed Naura's rough body out of the room, making him fall helpless on the floor but did not make Adam feel sorry for the slightest item and even slammed the door of the room rough


"Miss is okay? Is anyone sick? " Pak Agus who had guessed it since the beginning deliberately followed Naura upwards


And sure enough, what he was worried about really happened. His employer was once again rude to his wife. There was not the slightest bit of pity and concern he felt, other than the misunderstanding that was growing.


"I'm fine Uncle, there's no need to worry about me" Naura smiled knotfully, although her body was sore and broken she still forced herself to smile, so as not to look pitiful in front of others


"Either is made of what the young Miss' heart is made of. I really feel sad when Master is being rude like this"


During the two years of this marriage, Pak Agus was the only person who witnessed the Naura struggle so far.


"Uncle is flattering me too much, it's only natural that she behaves like that to me. After all, I am not the one in his heart right now. But I believe, someday he will definitely be able to see the sincerity of my heart" Naura said with a big smile on her face


Never once did Naura regret or intend to withdraw from this marriage. He knew clearly what the nature of Clara had only shown in front of him. Naura will never agree to part with Adam and let Clara get what she wants. Even if she had to give up her dreams, she would still be willing to do so as long as she could remain by Adam's side even though she was considered transparent by her own husband.


"I will rest, Uncle can continue Uncle's work" Naura said, not wanting to bother anymore


Naura then went inside her room, causing her body to sit on her soft mattress, while looking at the ceiling of her room.


"Std... " Naura grimaced in pain as she moved to the side, the pain she had been holding back from just now slowly creeping through her body.


Naura took off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at her body that looked so horrible. The previous bruise had not even disappeared and now he had it again in his arm.


"You're strong Naura.. " Naura muttered trying to strengthen herself to stay afloat


"Basic fool.. How long are you going to let him hurt you like this? Is this really worth it?"


Naura now has a secret known only to her parents. Naura has an altergo, she has another personality that is so contrary to her true nature.


"But I love him, so there's no need to persuade me. Because I'll stay by his side no matter what"


"But not by hurting yourself. You have to remember, not only you are the owner of this body. And if I ever come out, I'll make sure that man feels pain that's many times what this body feels"


Naura fell silent. He can never win if he argues with Nara, his Alterego.