The Grande Revenge Of The Son In Law

6

Zara’s Pov

I can feel my body shaking with excitement and bliss as I run my way up the stairs to my matrimonial bedroom. It’s a joyful day for me, celebrating one of the happiest days of my life, the fifth year of my marriage with Mac, and I have hosted a party to commemorate the special day.

I’m 29. Zara Griffin is the wife of Mac Griffin, the man I have come to love every day. I got married to Mac a year after we met, and we have come this far together as a lovely couple. As though I am the only woman keeping and maintaining our marriage, making sure Mac and I have an adorable union together, I still help Mac uphold a good status in his business all over the country. Mac is the owner of Griffin Magazine, one of the best magazines in the nation with a very good reputation.

As his wife, I am his number one fan in his business world. I support Mac and make sure he lacks nothing in growing his business. I and Mac have been a lovely couple admired by many, even if all I did was keep the home in a stable position.

But then again, even if everything has gone smoothly over the years, I am yet to bore Mac a child. It hurts so bad that sometimes I feel God is replacing my child by giving me a happy marriage. Mac never complained or made any comment on it except when I made mention of it myself. He was so daring that even when I cry and accuse God of not giving me a child, he calms me down and tells me everything will be alright and that very soon I will be carrying the love of my life. I always stick to his supportive words and pray to God that one day he will look down upon me and bless me with that beautiful child.

Currently, I am in my room, picking out the dress Mac had bought for me to celebrate our yearly anniversary. Yes, we have always celebrated our marriage every year as it passed, and the day was always unique for me. Family and friends always come to appreciate us, and I feel so proud of myself that I have come this far to build a strong relationship between me and Mac.

The door pulled open while I was zipping up my dress, and I could smell the cologne of Mac filling the room. I smiled sheepishly to myself, knowing Mac had come to check out my beauty. Although I was not done dolling up my face, I knew I’m pretty—so pretty that whenever I look at my reflection in the mirror, sometimes I wish I could fall in love with myself as Mac had done. I’m elegant as well as eloquent. I’m tall, adding a few inches to Mac’s height. I have blue eyes that outshine my thin façade. Not only that, I am blessed with the sexiest curve that Mac always admires. If I can describe myself better than anyone else, you should know how cute and stunning I look.

His breath buffs through my exposed skin while he helps out with my zip. I inhaled the fragrance coming from him with my head raised as his hands touched my back. Just when he finished zipping up my dress, he wrapped his hands around my thin core and pulled me into a back hug, my head clinging back to rest on his broad shoulders while his face twisted on the nape of my neck and I felt pleasure erupt between us.

“You look amazing in everything, Zara; you should tell me your secret,” he complimented as always, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his childish play. I sensed him grin at his joke, which he meant, and I smiled more broadly. “You won’t say a word?” he asked when he got no answer from me.

“I love you, Mac,” I couldn’t find any more terms to say than to utter the three words to him.

He said nothing and trailed his hands up from where they were to my tummy, which he made some soft caresses on. “I love you, and I want to express that love to you, but I guess we might end up ruining our day,” he uttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He whirls me around swiftly to face him, and our eyes peer deeply into each other. We gaze at ourselves with love written all over our faces, yearning for each other. I knew he needs me more than I do, but he was right; we were running late.

I made the first attempt to unlock the hug because he wouldn’t, and he let out a deep groan, meaning he had failed. I winked at him and moved to sit on the chair in front of my dresser. I bent my waist, tugged the strand of hair to my left ear, and dragged my heels in front of the chair to wear them. As usual, Mac won’t watch me put on my shoes without giving any helping hands.

He did, and I watched him help me out with lacing the strings of my heels on my legs. My joy knew no bounds seeing my man do his best to be a good husband. “It’s five years today, honey. “Should I say something heartfelt?” I asked, even though I knew even if he didn’t give me the go-ahead, I would still say it. He nodded his head below, and I smiled. “Thank you for being the perfect husband.” “I want to love you with all my heart as you do; will you let me?”

He raised his head to look at me and gently held my cheeks with both hands, then slowly lifted himself while my orifices followed afterward. His face didn’t get past mine since he pushed it forward and placed a lengthy kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, he uttered, “You can’t.” He tugged me up to my stance and locked our hands together. “Let’s go.” I guess we have to face our responsibility.