Wisdom’s POV
They say living is more difficult than dying.
That was also what I thought before I became Wife for Hire. Before I realized that there is more to life than shedding tears and pitying yourself.
I was Wisdom who had no wisdom years ago. But time passes like an endless flowing river that constantly changes its current. And I was the stone—drowning and going with the stream freely.
And it was Denver who turned me into a fish, into something that has the choice to go on with life or do it according to what is good for me.
Now, after seven years, I am a mother of two—twins Xasha and Xian. I am now Wisdom Linnea Weisz-Giordano, happily married to Denver Mikhail Giordano for seven years and also the President of the Giordano Co.
Today is my birthday, the first of September. Francine is aboard a plane towards here in Amsterdam. She’s now a renowned actress currently staying in England.
It was for my birthday that I told the kids why we got here in Amsterdam. Only Denver and I knew it wasn’t just for my birthday.
I looked above and the sun enveloped me with graceful warmth, soothing my skin and calming my raging heart.
“Go talk to him, sweetheart,” I looked at him with my teary eyes. “I’ll go play and amuse the kids in the flower orchard.”
Richard’s grave is full of vibrant flowers and bright letters, mostly bearing the word “Hero”.
He was a hero for the children and a savior to the mothers. My former husband, who used to be a Lothario and sinful, is now hailed by the people of Amsterdam as someone who sacrificed his life while saving the life of a growing one, of a baby.
I seized the letter he last gave me in my bag, the one that made me immensely cry a pool of sadness for days.
“Thank you for the days that you made me your wife. I will never get over you, Richard,” I know my voice is crooked and dry, but I continued. “And I know that, as long as I live, I will no longer meet another Richard Weisz, the man who was once my husband, my bestfriend, my love. Because of that, I, who you once said that you proudly call your wife, have totally forgiven you.” I felt a cold wind kiss my cheeks, making me grin all of a sudden.
“Hence, this time that you finally been able to rest in your grave, I shall make true the promise you once hope—to lay this note that you left atop on your stone-cold grave.”
I gripped the letter gently, treating it as my bleeding, breathing heart. “Your hope has come true. And all of these were from the words of your former loving wife, Wisdom…”
I can no longer count how many tears streamed down from my soul. All I know is that sadness consumed me like how a black hole swallowed a star.
“You once let me go, Richard. Now, I am letting you go.” I must not let gloom stay. I must let go. For good.
I was about to leave the paper that he last gave to me back at that coffee shop where we last met, I found something heart-stopping. The letter…it bears a password—
“Could this be his…” Oh God.
Oh, God.
This letter contains the password and account of his bankbook. “Good graci—”
Even after all this time, Richard cared for me. He left me all of his belongings, not just his money.
I have loved him. Really. Truly. But sometimes, you have to say goodbye.
I have to say goodbye.
“Goodbye, Richard.” Then I walked away, laying my past on his grave and watering the flowers around him through my tears.
“Goodbye, my love…” Those were the last words I uttered before strolling towards my family. My husband and kids beaming at me.
“Let’s go?” Xasha asked, a cotton candy before her lips.
With a grin on my face and love in my heart, I smiled at my daughter. “Let’s go, love.”
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They say if a story’s ending is not happy, it wasn’t yet the end.
But Denver and I…we are already in the clouds of euphoria, both swimming into our hearts content.
All I can say is that our story has just begun—our happiness has just started.
And I know from now on, we will live happily with each other, together with our twins Xian and Xasha, as I have realized that love indeed moves in a mysterious way.
The End
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Author’s Note
Wife for Hire is the third book I completed writing.
And I am proud of myself because of that. *pats myself at the back*
Supposedly, this is my first billionaire romance book. It took me a couple of months to finish this book since I first wrote this before Paid to the Billionaire. Yet, I don’t know how and why but I managed to finish the latter first.
Finishing three books within a year is a not-so-easy task to do. But here I am, finishing a novel that I spend days thinking while crying my heart out if I would be able to finish this. Blood, tears, and sweat made up half of this book, aside from the words directly etched from my heart.
I’m so happy to have my readers. Maybe not so huge like popular authors but readers are readers—and they are the one that makes the author complete.
And you…you are my reader. And I thank you for that. Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of fiction that I created.
May you continue to let that magic within you prevail to stir.
Truly Yours,
Nymeria Yennefer Roisin