Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent
In order to be loved, she changed her whole personality, but all she got in return was a cold husband and her unrequited feelings. Now that she lost her memories and went back to her old self, she's determined to never love again. She wouldn't let anyone trample on her anymore. But then, why is her husband coming back around again - turning over a new leaf and wanting to take her back so desperately? "You should know well by now, my beloved wife. Didn't you change yourself for love...?" he muttered vehemently, voice low and smoky. His unwavering eyes are blazing with passion and a deep sense of endearment that she'd never seen before. This isn't her husband at all - instead of cold, his gaze appears to be on fire. "The same goes for me... So, love me, love me not - you're going to take responsibility." --- Impassive, strait-laced, stiff and very compliant - that's how everyone sees Cassidy Eleanor. She's an underdog wife who's desperate to gain her husband's affection and would even sacrifice her own freedom. Coming from an unknown background, she was neglected by her spouse, persecuted by his family, and misjudged in her workplace. That's all until it came to a point when she already had enough. In an effort to flee from the clutches of a loveless marriage and all the obligations that were forced on her, she got herself a ticket and boarded a plane. Little did she know that a bombing incident would ultimately ruin her plan to start anew. Then, before she knew it, she woke up to find herself with a type of amnesia that caused her to forget everything that happened to her when she's past the age of eighteen-years-old. To be exact, Cassidy had gone back to her old self - right before she met her husband, Adrian Millicent. --- Cold, distant, steely and iron-willed - that's how everyone sees the owner of the country's richest conglomerate. Adrian is known to be a prodigious figure in a variety of fields and commerce, a prestigious individual with billions of assets, and a man of outstanding achievements overall. He used to be the most-sought-after bachelor of the country, but only to get in an arranged marriage by his grandparent - with a woman of unknown origin, to boot. He really couldn't care less, though. After all, he never needed love to begin with. That's all until Adrian found this reserved and amenable wife of his acting like a wild and boisterous teenage girl one day. -- WFP #23 Gold Tier Winner -- [Warning: Mature Content] (Cover Photo Not Mine: Credits to the original artist) - Follow me on Instagram (acieetin) - DM me on Discord (Aciee#1841)
Meeting the Mother-in-law
As rigid as a stone.
That is Cassidy's first impression on Gertrude - or at least, that is how the eighteen-year-old her perceives the woman. It's just that she has a very stern front and strict posture even if she does appear elegant and somewhat transcendental.
What's more, her mother-in-law is wearing quite a cumbersome apparel. She has lots of expensive jewelries all around her body parts and her face is dripped in dark-colored make-up.
Cassidy is not really one to judge people by the covers, but since there's the fact that Gertrude is her cold husband's mother, she knows she ought to brace herself.
"Good morning, Ma'am..." Cassidy greeted as she descended the stairs and made her way to her.
"Wonderful weather, ain't it? So, how's it going?"
Not really certain of how rich people start up a conversation, she just ends up eventually deciding to go with the flow and shooting her mouth off. Even then, she still maintains a respectful approach and greets her as pleasantly as she can.
"I see that you did change a lot..." Gertrude started with an ambiguous overtone, confusing her a little.
"You didn't even appear that stiff and worked up. In fact, you look quite loose now."
"Uhhh... Thanks?"
Again, not sure of what she's babbling about all of the sudden, Cassidy just responds according to her own interpretation. She does hope that rich people don't have some sort of language that commoners like her don't understand.
"I'm not complimenting you. I'm saying that you lack character and discipline..." her mother-in-law sternly pointed out, still not showing any emotion other than apparent dissatisfaction.
"Looks like you have to undergo lessons again."
"Huh? I'm going to school?" she asked in surprise and bafflement.
"Of course not. Why would we let people know about the wife of Millicent Inc.'s CEO repeating her study? You'll humiliate the family even more than what you're already doing."
As Gertrude dropped these words while obviously shaming her daughter-in-law, she just goes ahead and walks past through her. At the very moment she stands side by side with her, though, she halts on her tracks for a second to examine her from head to toe.
Cassidy is presently wearing a simple denim shirt dress with a brown belt around her waist, which doesn't really pass her fashion standards.
"Please, do something about your appearance. The lady of my son's house shouldn't be wearing such plain outfits even if you're just inside the mansion. What if people walk in and see you like this...?" Gertrude chided with a hint of disdain and contempt in her voice, rolling her eyes at the same time.
"Take responsibility for troubling us for the past few weeks by pretending to be decent at the very least."
With that, she proceeds to walk further inside the mansion. Her daughter-in-law only remains quiet and still on her spot, trying to let all her contemptuous remarks register in her head.
"That domineering mien and austere expression - I somehow recall a certain character in her," Cassidy thought silently, her ponderous expression making the houseworkers in the lobby think that she's greatly affected by her mother-in-law's reproach.
While even Mia and Anthony look a bit concerned, she just continues to zone out in space. For some reason, she can't help but want to figure out who exactly Gertrude resembles.
That's all until one of the maids approaches her mother-in-law to assist her and calls her name, which then finally rings a bell in her.
"Mrs. Millicent, huh...?" Cassidy mumbled to herself with her eyes narrowed in evident miff, slowly turning around to look at Gertrude again.
"More like Mrs. Maleficent."