Chapter 505
Eva Chen
I inspect my face for any sign of a wrinkle in the mirror.
Nothing yet. Perfect.
I am normally not this insecure. But sharing a husband with four other women will do that to you.
It doesn't help that I'm the oldest. It doesn't help that it was a political marriage. It doesn't help that my husband obviously has a favorite wife.
Thinking of the blonde sickly little girl always leaves me in a sour mood. I hate her. But I need her. She's the easiest way to get into the Commander's good graces.
I can't complain though. There are millions of women who would kill for my position. Married to humanity's hope himself. And he's not the most attractive looking man—his face is average, forgettable—but his position makes him attractive by leaps and bounds.
I stand and practice my smile.
Today is his birthday. It's a large event. I planned it. None of the other women have any interest.
The sick one is well, sick.
That little doctor is never interested in such things.
