The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 26

For Maureen, being a living part of the Cruz family was extremely burdensome. Indeed, for almost thirty years of his life, he always lived with abundant material, every desire is always fulfilled, he also always studied in the best school and given healthy food every day.

At first Maureen thought her life was a lot of fun, considering that she was a lucky girl who had been born as the son of a superior businessman. However, as she grew older, Maureen felt her life was truly miserable. Just once, he envied his high school friend, born to a simple family, but could smile widely, as if he had no burden on life.

He wants to have parents like his friends. If given the opportunity, can he exchange a day's life with his friend? Just once he did not hear the revelations of his mother for the costs she had incurred for him? In fact, being the son of a rich man is not something to be proud of and admired. He's depressed, really.

However, luckily, the pain of his mother's bedfellow disappeared as he began to build a household with Wilson. From there, Maureen gets a great love, greater than her parents. A sincere love without self.

Honestly, Maureen was moved by the seeds of love that Wilson had sown on her. But alas, then and maybe until now, there is no word 'grow' on the seed. Forever, the seed will still be a seed, can not be harvested because it has no results. Maureen is very sad because all this time he only needed Wilson to suck all the wounds of the heart.

"Maureen." Wilson called out his name while withholding Maureen's departure.

Slowly squeezed the wife's arm, then turned her body. Wilson's heart also cried when he saw that the woman's lover had been flooded with tears.

"I'm sorry, I've hurt you" Wilson said, his hand moving slowly, closing in, and then cupping Maureen's face. The tears that have washed my cheeks.

While Maureen still continued to cry, making Wilson continue to wipe tears tirelessly. He will not stop to remove the traces of the wound of the wife, until later if the woman has stopped all pain, then he stops.

Wilson thought Maureen was crying in disappointment when she saw Wilson standing with another woman on the altar, making a sacred promise once again and tying himself to another woman. However, in reality, Wilson's estimation is not entirely correct.

Indeed, Maureen felt a little hurt when she heard Wilson's lips call for the wedding vows, but what made her cry was not that, but that she felt hurt by her mother's insistence. And now, her mother must have smiled happily and could breathe a sigh of relief as Wilson chased after her, leaving Veila Amor in front of the pulpit alone.

Maureen shook her head, indicating that Wilson did not need to apologize to her. After a few seconds, both of them were locked. Wilson who started it all, his cupped hand slowly began to lift Maureen's face, making beads meet each other, face to face for a while. The wife's round eyes are like having a magic that can make Wilson's lips mutter a puja. And Wilson hated it most if the wife's pretty eyes were to be flooded with tears of sorrow.

"Hold a little more, Reen. All of this will end if I already have a descendant. Like I promised, give me a year, you can hold your wounds for a year, right?" wilson asked with a thumb that began to gently rub the wife's cheek, making Maureen feel really comfortable with the sweet treatment Wilson gave.

"Your heart, will it be divided, Wil?" maureen asked, sticking her palm over Wilson's heart area. There was no abnormal beating, her husband's heart was beating normally.

After a moment of silence, Wilson nodded his head. "Never, Maureen. My heart is only for you, my love and love is only yours. I'm not going to let anyone else taste it, really," Wilson replied, making Maureen's innermost side calm.

Maureen forced her smile, if it was like this, wouldn't she hurt two people at once? Wilson and Leo, he hurt two men who have given him a lot of love. On both sides of him, he wants to have two men at the same time, because what he needs is real love.

He loves Leo, but he doesn't want to lose Wilson's love.

"Maureen, trust me. I only love you one," said Wilson, a flush of earnestness emanated clearly from the look in his eyes.

He looked at Maureen deeply and lovingly. Finding the woman smiling, Wilson asked, "You love me too, don't you?" The successful question made Maureen's lips curl up tightly. She looked at Wilson, her husband's affection she could feel, and then her head nodded.

Although he did not hear the words of love from Maureen, Wilson still felt happy. I guess that's enough to prove it, right? Maureen loved him, Wilson was sure of it.

"I'll give you more and more love, I promise, Maureen," she said, too happy. Yeah, that's what Maureen wants, a love welcome.

The two of them are too late in romance, until they don't realize Leo is peeking in from behind the door. Pain rippled through the chest, attacking the defense of a Leo Zhang. She collapses when she sees the woman she loves kissing her man—not a foreign man because Wilson is her husband.

A second later, however, Leo's attention was distracted when he saw a rolling ring, bumping into his pentofel and finally stopping right in front of his shoe. The man bowed, grabbed the silver ring that had caught his attention and then immediately turned around. The figure of Veila who was walking towards him, a bit of distress because she was wearing a wedding dress.

He was told by Mrs Hovers to take Wilson back to church. Because the wedding was not finished, the ring was not attached to his ring finger. Wilson left and did not return. Carelessly, he accidentally dropped the expensive silver ring, and fortunately it stopped in front of Leo's shoes, making him not have trouble finding the small object.

"ring—"

Without saying anything, Leo immediately grabbed Veila's hand, pinning the silver ring on the little ring finger of Wilson's legitimate wife Alexander Hovers. A second later the man smiled. "The ring's pretty. Just so you know, I bought it, not Wilson."

"A-ah, I see." Veila was perplexed to face him, making the words come out on their own as her reflex remarks. He likes the ring, the shape is nice and the design is simple. Just don't expect it, if the one who chose this ring was Leo, not Wilson.

Just as Veila was about to turn her head outwards, suddenly her gaze was covered by Leo's palm.

"If you look out, you'll see a live kiss scene" Leo said, his face briefly outwards, and while he still finds that the kiss between Maureen and Wilson isn't over, he quickly takes his eyes off. It hurts too much to see it.

"I've seen it before, so you don't have to block my sight" Veila chirped as she lowered Leo's palm slowly. Then, by accident, their gazes met each other, for a moment.

***

Which country is the best honeymoon destination? Japan, Australia, France, Italy, or even Finland? Five years ago, Wilson and Maureen visited France as a honeymoon destination. A beautiful country, with flickering lights dotted the city center. A honeymoon that Wilson would never forget to die, and now, he must find a honeymoon spot, for the second time.

Actually, he wanted to refuse his mother's order to honeymoon. Imagine spending time alone with an unloved person? Isn't it boring and the fall is just a waste of time? If only for producing children, Wilson can do it in Veila's room or in the bathroom, as comfortable as he is. No need to go far to cross the land of people just to make children. However, the mother remained pushy, making Wilson cluck slowly and stuck for long in the living room of his parents' residence.

"Where do you want to go?" wilson asked, nudging Veila's arm. Anxious because the woman just kept quiet and put all these thoughts on Wilson. Ck, very inactive. The woman shook her head softly, unwilling to respond to Wilson because she was still hurt by the man's words a few days ago.

"Wil, let's decide. It's getting late, your wife is already looking tired," urged the mother, making Wilson growl annoyed, cursing Veila in the heart because the woman did not want to open her voice from earlier.

The man leaned his head against the back of the sofa, looked at the ceiling while thinking about the place they were going to. There is no need to be in a good and memorable place if only the two are with this hundred thousand dollar woman.

"On Queen's alone" Wilson said. At least not a lot of money was spent to go there. The man already had his own plans, that he would invite Maureen to come along there.

Finding that answer, the forehead of mistress Hovers frowned, a sign of disapproval. "Queen's? Just be right! You and Maureen used to go to France for their honeymoon. Why is your level dropping?" Do not accept, Miss Hovers even prolonged protest. Her son's taste is too low because Queen's is still in New York. Can't Wilson be a little high class in choosing a honeymoon spot?

"Mom, wherever that goal is the same. Mommy wants a grandchild, right? Queen's is as good as anywhere else, after all," Wilson said, again nudging Veila's arm, giving a sharp look that hinted for Veila to immediately utter a sentence. Wilson also wanted to quickly go home and stop arguing with his mother.

"I also want to go to Queen's, Mom," Veila said, leaving Ms. Hovers unable to interrupt and asking Wilson to argue again. True what Wilson said, their only purpose is one, that of the child. No need to go all the way to cross into the land of people just to spout seeds into the womb, right?

"Alright, send mommy a photo if you're already at Queen's. Schedule a departure soon, okay?" And those words were only responded to by a weary nod from both sides.