THE BILLIONAIRES HIRED EX WIFE IS A SKILLED DOCTOR

As the morning sun cast its golden rays through the open windows of the Howard mansion, a lady made her way down the stairs in elegant steps with her face beaming radiantly. Dressed in a flowing, silk gown of the softest ivory, she looked simple, but effortlessly beautiful as she glided across the polished marble floor noiselessly.

'Smile, Stacy. Smile and radiate brightly. No one can see you break,' she told herself inwardly as she breathed in and out several times.

"Irina, how are you feeling today?" She asked as soon as she sighted the head maid walking towards her, in the usual white tailored shirt over a black flare skirt that every maid working in the mansion wore.

"Great, Mrs. Howard. Thank you so much. My legs are so much better now," she bowed deeply and thanked the lady profusely, feeling so much gratitude that she could be so much cared for by the madam of the house. She always thought Stacy was too gracious and too perfect, because she had never seen a wealthy lady that was beautiful and equally humble as her.

"It is my pleasure. Can you please call the decoration team? We have to change the concept for the living room," she asked the lady, who was ready to do everything to make her satisfied.

"Right on it!" Irina answered, and walked away immediately to get the job started.

"I have everything in order, Mrs. Howard. Please, you need not be bothered," Edward, the head butler, rushed over to her side to tell her, when he noticed that she was trying to supervise the job they were doing. She was always working and trying to put everything in order, even if she was the wife of their billionaire boss.

"I can also help too. Doing nothing bores me," she replied with a gracious smile, and walked away quickly to check if the servant was bringing in the right flowers, so that the rigid man would not try to convince her further.

"Please put this here," Her delicate fingers pointed to the precise placement of fragrant floral arrangements to be made by the maids, as the scent of roses, lilacs, and marigolds enveloped the air with a beautiful fragrance that emanated of romance and celebration.

"A few extra strawberry toppings on the cake, please. Carlton loves them," she speculated as the maids decorated the huge cake on the dining table. She would always do anything for him.

Every detail going on in the mansion hall was meticulously attended to by her, from the sumptuous feast's arrangement on the banquet table to the placement of the finest crystal goblets, and adorning the tables with fine linens and delicate china. Nothing escaped her discerning eye, because she strived for perfection in every aspect of the celebration.

And maybe it wasn't because she wanted to be so detailed. She wanted something that would distract her till evening, when her husband, Carlton Howard, would return home to her. She was preparing a feast to celebrate the anniversary of the second year of their marriage.

Stacy knew he might not like the idea of the celebration, but she wanted to at least do something to make things more lively between them, so that he would know that she valued the essence of their marriage. She knew that they would always be distant, even if she tried so hard to act like it was fine. The true fact that he wasn't in love with her was obvious. It was undeniable.

However, she could not let the maids see the evidence of how badly she was suffocating in fear that she would be disappointed by the time he returned. She always heard them gossiping and speculating about the kind of marriage she and Carlton had. It was already bad enough that they didn't share the same bedroom.

"Doesn't it seem weird? Madam seems to do everything for the master, and he does not object, but they are not affectionate towards one another. Their marriage is too stiff," one said.

"Maybe they are not the type to display publicly. They seem fine though. You know that is how rich people do. They act like they are immune to emotions," another muttered.

"Madam is not like that though. She seems very perfect for a rich lady. I expected her to be angry and spiteful when I first came here," the first one mentioned.

"That is the problem. You can never figure out what she is thinking. Worse, she is always smiling."

"It is to hide her pain. She is not happy. You can see that her happiness is not genuine because it never reflects in her eyes," the last person's words broke her heart, and she gasped when she heard it because it was true.

'How could she be happy?'