His Toxic Addiction-Chapter 368: He Hid Her Shame.

Mr. Wyatt kisses the crown of his wife’s head. It had been a while since he received his morning hugs from her. Ever since their son got married, she has been so unstable in his life as she was trying to arrange the younger couple’s home and he was more than glad when she didn’t talk about leaving even after two days.

Mr. Wyatt took the white towel off his neck and gave his wife a radiant smile. He missed her so much.

"You should smile more," Mrs. Wyatt informed him. She pulled away from the hug and took the towel from him.

Mr. Wyatt gave her a lazy look, "Why would I smile towards something that doesn’t concern you or someone who isn’t you,"

Mrs. Wyatt shook her head, "It doesn’t matter, your smile keeps you more dazzling. It makes me forget that we are already old," she told him and her heartbeat fastened.

Mr. Wyatt smiled, "It’s funny how we argued about my smile until our old age," he held her waist and pulled her to himself.

Mrs. Wyatt smiled and dropped the towel on the bed before placing her both hands on his shoulder, ready for a dance. Mr. Wyatt chuckled and began to move his feet softly on the floor. Mrs. Wyatt moved in accordance and laughter erupted from the old couple’s lips when they realized they were already dancing across the room without music.

Mrs. Wyatt missed her footing and stepped on Mr. Wyatt’s toenail as the dance they shared at the moment was almost history. The couple recreated their first dance together on the rooftop on the night he proposed to her.

"Just like back then, you stepped on me again and on the same toe. You even missed the same step," Mr. Wyatt called her out playfully.

Mrs. Wyatt raised her almost wrinkled hand to his ear and drew it with her fingers. "I wonder how you remember so much," she said and Mr. Wyatt swirled her around and caught her.

Mrs. Wyatt laughed when he caught her accurately to the music in their heads.

Mr. Wyatt looked into her eyes after holding her in his arms. He smiled softly and sent her swirling around once again. Accurately, he caught her firmly, and she giggled like a young woman who found love again.

"Are you happy?" Mrs. Wyatt murmured rubbing her hand on his cheek with a soft smile spread across her lips.

Mr. Wyatt raised a brow at her and questioned her question, "Why wouldn’t I be? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t be when you are standing before me."

Mrs. Wyatt’s heart raced and she let out a healthy breath. She never expected this future. She never knew she would grow old with this man as they promised themselves before God and man.

She had thought that everything would be over when they realized she couldn’t carry a child in her womb. She had thought he would get a mistress or worse still, her replacement to produce an heir or an heiress for his companies.

However, he did none of that. He did not even let his family know she couldn’t carry a child. Up until this day, none of them knows about this. Only four persons in the world know about it; Nicklaus, Herself, her husband, and the doctor.

He hid her shame from the world and helped her with the adoption process. He did not even let his family know that Nicklaus was adopted because if they had known, they would have kicked her out of the house and found him a better person but rather than doing that, he found a child they would match with the year they had been married and introduced him to everyone as their son who had been away from them for treatment and thank the heavens, Nicklaus condition back then made things easier.

The boy was unable to talk and it made people believe the whole therapist and counseling story for a pre-teen.

His family hated her and they used all means to fight her. They all had one perspective when it came to her. To them, she wasn’t in any ramifications worth joining the family, and to make everything more depressing was that she came from the slump.

Their fate crossed paths by luck. Coming from a family where her father could barely put a meal on the table, she had to obey every wish and command from her stepmother as her father advised her, so she would have some meals to squeeze into her mouth at the end of the day.

She never got to meet her mother as the woman was said to have died from having a painful labor as she tiled the soil for a neighbor under the sun.

According to the heartless witness who stood there and watched everything happen without calling for help, he said her mother felt pain after bending for so long but continued working as she did not want to go back home empty-handed. According to the witness, he said she told him that her baby would be coming soon and she wanted to save up a lot of money for the baby.

The man said he advised her to leave the grass and go back home. Her mother pushed the man’s words to the back of her mind and when she continued, the sharp pain returned and this time, her water broke.

She called for help but the man went on with his work and left her to push all by herself. He claimed to be the type who won’t bat an eyelid to a fool who pushes away advice. Hence, after pushing Rosalind out without the help of anyone, the painful labor drained her and she gave up the ghost there, right before the man.

When the villagers knew about it, they hanged the man to death for a monstrous act as such. Rosalind father was the most pained and for the first time since he was born, he cursed God for making him crippled and blind.

If he had been alright, he would have been able to take care of his wife, the only woman who had accepted the whole of his and took care of him from her sweat without grumbling.

He had thought he would die alone without getting married until he met her and even if he wasn’t able to see her, he could tell that she was a very beautiful woman.

He came from a very powerful family in the village. His father was close to the Migestrate but they all stayed away from him because, from birth, he had been like a burden to them.

When Rosalind step stepmother came into his life, she made it plain to him that she came for the money but he allowed her to stay. He wasn’t sure about getting a share out of his father’s wealth and also, he needed someone to help him nurse the baby for he feared that he might one day give her what might kill her.

Even though he couldn’t see, he could hear an agonizing scream from his little daughter’s lips each time her new mother poured out her unrequired anger on her. It pained him he couldn’t do anything but only advise his daughter to endure whatever comes her way with a golden heart and a kind smile.

He did his best to instill morals into her and groom her perfectly into the kind of woman he knew her mother would have brought her up to be if she had been alive.

He did his best and successfully, Rosalind’s beauty ran deep down to her heart. However, death would always come knocking.

A few months after she clocked seventeen, her father passed away on his bed. If life had been hard for Rosalind, life became harder and she realized she could call the former treatments from her stepmother as sweet.

As fate would have it, she met Mr. Wyatt through a close accident, and from that moment, she became smitten with him. When he drooped out of his luxurious car as of that time to see if she was hurt or not, he politely left after paying a nurse for her medication. They did not cross paths again until after two years when he returned to her village for some campaigns.

He caught sight of her once again and their friendship began from the day and blossomed into an unexpected love the whole world was against.

Mrs. Wyatt stepped sideways and replied to his words, "I am happy to be standing before you even after so many years," she said and wrapped her hands around him.

Mr. Wyatt smiled and hugged her back, "You_"

Mrs. Wyatt’s phone notification came in and she pulled away from the hug. Her feet found their way to her lampstand where she picked up her phone.

She had a pleased expression on her face when she saw Arissa’s name displayed as the messenger. Opening the message, her heart dropped into her stomach and she read it aloud to her husband’s hearing.

"I am pregnant, Mother," they were simple words but enough to have Mrs. Wyatt rushing towards her closet.

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