MARRIED TO A CELEBRITY : Episode 1 – The End

??Married to a Celebrity??

By Rachel Fadipe

?Chapter Eight?

?Sharon pov?

“She is my wife, my woman” he said putting his hand on my waist. I looked at him, glad and delighted.

The reporters swarmed over to me asking me questions but Joe’s bodyguards blocked them and moved us out of there.

We entered the car, “to our house” he said to the driver.

Silence stroke us through the drive home.

I head for my room but was stopped by Joe who held my hand and took me to the dinning room.

It was decorated with flowers and candles.

“I know this doesn’t forgive all I have done to you, but I wish to make it up to you” he said with an apologetic tone while I laughed.

“Thank you” I said softly.

“My pleasure” he said and helped me with the chair while I sat.

We ate and talked, it was romantic and sweet but I noticed Joe couldn’t stop looking at me during dinner.

After eating, we went to our bedroom.

Silence washed over us again as we slept on the bed, I wanted to cuddle but I didn’t think we were close enough to do that.

“Goodnight” I said holding the blanket nervous.

“Night” he said and turned around and I did the same.

Our backs were to each other which was uncomfortable. I turned back only to see him close to me, his face towards me. Our lips were so close.

He move closer and kissed my forehead which makes my heart flutter.

“Goodnight” he said.

“Night” I said and went to my previous position.

I felt his hand on my waist, he moved close to me and spooned me while I felt butterflies.

K!ss on forehead, cuddle, only lover do this. Are we lovers?

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The next morning ?

I woke up, feeling happy about yesterday.

I looked back but he wasn’t here with me.

“You are awake” he said while I turned to him.

He was with a cup of tea.

He sat next to me. “I prepared some tea for you” he said.

“You know you are acting weird, what changed?” I asked, curious about the cause of his new attitude.

“Just because, I just want to be a perfect husband to you, I don’t want to make you cry, but make you smile, I realised seeing you smile makes me happy more than seeing you cry” he said.

Maybe not the answer I was expecting, but this answer sure makes me happy.

“Let’s be good to each other” he said

“Ok” I said and hugged him.

Joe pov?

I looked at Sharon who was preparing breakfast calling me a quack when it comes to food.

“If you keep looking at me, I won’t be able to concentrate” she said.

“But I can’t stop looking at this beautiful face” I said while she blushed and I smiled at her reaction.

“Such a liar” she said.

“Am not” I said.

“Really, then between me and Abigail who is more beautiful” she asked.

“Hmm” I said.

“Don’t talk, I already know the answer to that” she said pouting her lips.

I move closer to her and kissed her lightly on the lips while she froze.

“I guess that answer your questions” I said pulled away and she blinked repeatedly.

Her reaction made me laughed.

My phone rings, “I have to pick the call” I said and left

“Hello” I said as I picked it

“It is me Chris, the man with your wife the other day” he said which makes me angry

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Am outside your gate, let’s meet” he said.

“Why will I?” I asked.

“It is about your wife” he said and I rushed out.

What does he want to say about her.

I got to him, he was standing beside his car.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Here” he said and hand me an envelope.

“You’ll know when you see what is inside” he said, entered his car and left, leaving me confused.

I looked at what was inside and was shocked, it feels like my whole word just collapsed.

I went back in angry.

“You are back already” she said with a smile but it was all fake.

The smile was fake, I feel disgusted.

“You are a big liar, I can’t believe I k!ssed those b!tchy lips” I said and threw the picture at her. She picked it, she seemed shocked probably because her secret has been exposed.

“I can explain” she said.

“Explain what?” I shouted.

“You know what let’s just get a divorce” I said.

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