My Belittled Husband Is A Billionaire

Themis’ POV

“From now on, you are going to drive me to anywhere I want to go.” Mrs. Wesley said to me while we were inside my car going back to their house.

“H-Huh? But I still have to go to work, Mrs. Wesley. That only means there would be times when I wouldn’t be able to drive you to wherever you want to go.”

“I don’t care. You don’t even have any money when you married my daughter. At least you can return the favor that our family is giving you by serving as my driver. You know you can’t complain because our family feeds you.” She said again.

I just heaved a sigh and continue driving until we finally reached their house. Mrs. Wesley even told their butlers and maids not to help me with the things that she bought. I don’t even know why she was doing that to me, but for sure, it has something to do with my position and my status.

“Mrs. Wesley, I will go home now,” I said politely.

She turned around and looked at me. “Make sure to go here early tomorrow before you go to the company building. I have to meet my friends tomorrow.”

“O-Okay…”

As soon as I got home, I headed straight to my room to take some rest.

I got so tired that it felt like I worked all day. I didn’t also bother eating since I didn’t have any energy to cook. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wesley also asked the maids not to serve me, for I am not the one paying them. It’s actually fine for me, but it would be a lot of hassle too. I would be the one to cook my food, wash my clothes, and prepare everything by myself. Things that I have never done back when I was in our mansion.

But I have to bear all of it if it’s the only way I would be able to hide my real identity from them.

It’s been almost two weeks now since I left Timothy and our family. I didn’t want them to have any contact with me. That is why they never got to call or message me whenever they want to. And so am I.

As I closed my eyes and fell asleep, I heard the sound of my mom’s voice.

She was humming a song that sounds so familiar to me. When I opened my eyes, I saw those pair of emerald eyes and that smile on her face that always remind me everything will be alright. I was just sleeping on her lap while she was brushing my hair with her fingers.

“Mommy, what song are you singing?” I asked her.

She then stopped humming and looked at me. “It’s called the prince of the wind. This song is what my mom used to sing for me whenever I couldn’t sleep.”

“It sounds so good. Your voice sounds so good, mom. Can you sing that for me every night?”

“I’ll sing it to you whenever you want.”

“Even when I’m already old?”

She smiled. “Even when you’re already as old as me.”

We both laughed, then all of a sudden, Dad came with Timothy riding on his shoulders.

“What are you guys doing there?” asked dad.

I sat up in the chair. “Mom was singing a lullaby for me.”

“Is that true?! Mom, can you sing one for me, too?!” Timothy said as daddy finally brought him down.

“Of course, I will sing that to you, too. But for now, let’s eat first. I made your favorite blueberry pie!”

Timothy and I glanced at each other before we started jumping with joy.

“Blueberry pie! That is my favorite!” Tim cooed.

“Me too!” I added.

We then decided to eat the blueberry pie in our garden where we could see a picturesque view of the mountains from afar. It was so peaceful that only the sound of the birds chirping and we could hear the wind whistling.

“So, what do you think about the blueberry pie that I made? Is it delicious?” mom asked us.

The three of us, including daddy, nodded our heads with smiles on our faces.

“It is the most delicious blueberry pie I’ve had in my entire life!” I said, with matching hand gestures.

“It is the best of the best blueberry pies of all, mommy!” Timothy then added.

Because of that, mom couldn’t stop smiling. “Well, thank you for your comments. And since the two of you are really good boys, promise to make blueberry pies whenever you want me to.”

“Yey!”

“Boys, mom made a blueberry pie for us even if she’s busy doing her work all day. What do we need to say?” Dad asked while squinting his eyes at us.

Timothy and I then stood up and faced our mom as we bowed our heads. “Thank you so much for making blueberry pie for us, Mommy. We love you so much.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, my babies. You know mommy will do everything for the two of you.”

“Mommy, are you going to make baked sushi for us, too?” I asked her.

“And chicken sandwich too!”

Mom pretended to be thinking at first before she looked at us again. “Well, I can make all of that. But all of that would be hard to do, so I guess I need to ask for payment.”

“Payment? But we don’t have any money, mommy. How can we pay you?”

“Well, if you don’t have money, maybe a kiss will do? A lot of kisses and hugs,” she said while smiling.

Tim and I glanced at each other again before we came running towards mom and hugged her so tight. We also showered her with kisses that already made her laugh as the three of us fell to the grass.

“Okay. Looks like the three of you are having real fun. Can I join you, guys?” asked dad.

“Of course, daddy!”

Because of that, Dad also joined us, and we hugged each other tightly.

It was the best day of my life.