My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Jonathan drove directly to Liliana’s house after he left the cliff.

Liliana did not want to have a long conversation in front of the kids, so she met him outside the gate.

When Jonathan reached Liliana’s house, he found her leaning against a car at the point where he would have to hand the car over to a valet.

She opened the car door for the passenger seat and sat on the driver’s seat.

He got in and buckled up as she drove away.

She drove him straight to the beach where they had met for the first time.

There was a deafening silence in the car as no one attempted to talk.

She walked out and sat on a swing where they had spent a lot of time playing together in the week he had spent with her.

He asked the attendant to bring some tea and water and put it beside her before he sat down by her side.

“Do you feel cheated?” She asked.

“No” He answered without hesitation. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth seven years ago?”

“I did not get the chance. And before you apologize, you were not my priority.” She answered bluntly.

“Why?” He asked, feeling a sting of pain.

“Because I am not a normal person. I am someone who was born with a ton of privileges and responsibilities. My personal happiness will never be a priority in my life. That is the price I ought to pay for the crown.” She said with conviction. There was no remorse or guilt in her voice, only faint loneliness.

“Tell me your story!” He asked.

“Thank you!” She said, realizing that he had already forgiven her.

“Don’t!” He said. He did not want to say anything yet.

Liliana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she started to recount her life.

When I was a child, I was a real-life princess. I had a loving mother, doting grandparents, amusing help. My father was a bit distant, and I always felt his love and care were fake. I loved him, nonetheless, and thought that if I became exceptional he would love me.

I guess I was too young to see through my father. As I grew up I realized he disliked me for not being a male and hated me for being exceptional. He probably would have cared for me better if I was stupid and clumsy and relied on him.

My mother loved my father. If she did not, she would not have been so miserable.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I became the Petrova heir at 5. While I did not get what it meant at that time, I knew I would have to work hard and eventually take over my grandfather’s responsibilities.

Sure enough, my various training sessions began the next day. Not that I hadn’t taken several lessons before, but this was something entirely different.

My mother never got over that guilt. My father never realized what was going on.