Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
Chapter TWENTY-FIVE: Meeting The Bad Client Again

Maurene 'S POV

Her happy shriek made me flinch slightly as she rushed toward me, the guards behind her moving swiftly to camp around her. I watched them with a confused expression. She pulled me into a smooth hug. She uttered a snort, waving her hand in the air to dismiss their presence.

"Don't mind them. Alex can be funny sometimes." She scrunched her nose. Did she mean over-protective?

She must be talking about her husband. Alex...

I blinked away the confusion as she led me further into the estate. The guards trailed behind us like we were two kids that they had to babysit. I did not think I would like if my husband was like this. Don't get me wrong. I like it when my man is all protective about me but this... it was too far and too much. I had not even used up to an hour here and I was already suffocated. Gosh.

"Did you walk into the place?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Not at all. The cab stopped and informed me that he could only go this far." I explained.

She hummed a response. I glanced back at the men who trailed after us and noticed they were watching us like hawks. My steps were ordered carefully as Evangeline began to ramble on about what happened that day. I just bobbed my head in response and we soon reached the entrance of the mansion. The guard rushed forward to pull the gate open for her. They treated her like a queen. Who was her husband by the way?

He gave her everything she could ever wish for and yet... she was barren.

I followed her into the place and when we got to the entrance, a guard stopped me, demanding that he has to examine me. He placed some gadget on me before passing me. I pursed my lips, this was too much.

All for what? To protect his wife? Did they think I was here to hurt their boss's wife? I felt like a criminal right now.

I peered a look at Evangeline and she offered an apologetic smile. I shook my head slightly in response that I was not vexed.

I tried not to let jealousy seep into my heart as she led me into the mansion. I was fascinated by the art work that hung on the walls as we strode into the living room. They looked like what would be sold for millions of dollars. Her husband must definitely be rich. Everything was put into place that if anything went missing, it would be known.

"Have your seat," She grinned as she slumped down. The guards walked in and took their positions around her. Okay, this was way too much.

She ignored them but her eyes glinted with happiness that I was finally here.

"Do you care for wine?" She asked.

I bit my lip, reluctant to take anything from her. I didn't know her to be able to eat or drink anything at her place.

She smiled, even though I caught the quick flash of disappointment. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. Do you care for water? At least." She dipped her head.

I nodded, letting out a deep breath as she clapped her hands. The maids rushed forward and she asked that they bring water for me and orange juice for her. Not long after, they returned and placed it before us. I took a quick gulp before dropping it. My phone vibrated in my purse and I did not bother since I knew it would be Liam.

Evangeline managed to get me interested in a conversation and it was about the art works. How her husband got them for her during an auction. She added that he liked art and I did not know when I rose to my feet to stare at a particular one. It was a Lycan Wolf. The eyes were of different colors; one was gold, the other looked red or blue. I narrowed my eyes on the image as I felt oddly attracted to the painting. The hairs around its neck appear to be totally different from that of the soft fur of a wolf. Even for a Lycan. There was a crescent moon attached to it forehead and a ring with ancient lycan writing around it.

What is this exactly?

"The Lygrande Lykan Painting. Drawn by a local painter in the mountains. Do you know how far Alex had to go to get this painting?" Evangeline's voice asked from behind me.

I lifted my hand to touch it, to feel it. She quickly reached for me and I met her stare. She shook her head. "I don't think my husband would appreciate your touching the painting. He loves this painting a lot." She grimaced in warning. I blinked and pulled my hand away. "Why does your husband have a wolf painting in his house?" I asked before I could stop myself. I doubt they were aware of the supernatural realm.

She smiled again. "What do you think?" She crossed her legs as she sipped her juice. I said nothing as I continued to glance through the painting on the wall.

"You might as well open an art gallery at this point." I mused.

She chuckled. "Alex like to collect every beautiful piece of art. Well, we need some bit of life in here, right?" She inclined her head to the side, her brows jutting upward. I narrowed my eyes briefly as I tried to comprehend what she meant and I did.

I nodded, taking my seat. "Yes but tell me, how do you do it? I've been curious. No child and he is not demanding?" I asked before gasping as I realized what I just did.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come as direct and sharp as that." I apologized quickly. She waved her hand in the air, dropping the glass of juice.

"It is nothing, Maurene. You are not the only curious one." Her lips pulled a small smile. "All that matters is that I love my husband and he loves me as well. Besides, I am already taking drugs to help me get pregnant. We are just praying it works out for us too." She explained. There was no anger or pain in her words. She just appeared satisfied and contented. Something in my chest called out to her.

I wish I was like this when I was still with Nathaniel. The peer pressure and the fear that ate me slowly everyday didn't help matters and the way Nathaniel was uninterested in me, I was almost driven into depression but I had to be strong for myself. Well, it was until I found out about my pregnancy and Nathaniel came back home one day, only to tell me that we were getting divorce. I found out later on that he had somehow contacted his ex and they were back together. Nathaniel and I's story went a long way back. It was not a story for today.

Alex, her husband, must be satisfied with his wife because men always demand that they want kids. Nathaniel never cared though. In fact, he hardly touched me and people blamed me for being barren. Thank goodness that I left when I did. I will not lie. I loved Nathaniel but he never did to me.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, the guards shuffled up and chorused. "Your Royal Highness."

I froze in place.