The President Loves My Wife

Damian, a tall, well-dressed gentleman in his early thirties, found himself on the road back to his hometown, nestled in the rolling hills of the village. The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the quiet streets. He had spent the last few years immersed in the bustle of the city, running his late father's business empire. The world around him was full of flashing lights, fast cars, and women who wore more makeup than they did personality. His life felt empty, the echo of his mother's dying wish resonating in his mind: "Marry a girl from the countryside, Damian.

Find someone pure, someone who hasn't been tainted by the city."

It had been far too long since he'd visited his grandfather, and this trip was just as much about reconnecting with family as it was about fulfilling that promise. Damian longed for a simpler life, a life with someone who understood him, not one built on appearances and pretense.

The country air welcomed him as he approached the familiar town just one stop before his final destination. As he slowly drove through the village, something caught his eye-a vision of grace walking down the dirt road. A woman. No, not just any woman-her. She was walking towards the local shop, and with every step, the wind seemed to catch the long strands of her hair, creating a halo effect around her. She was barefoot, her simple dress flowing in the breeze, with a natural beauty that made the other women he'd encountered seem almost... artificial.

Her face was delicate, with clear skin, soft eyes, and a smile that seemed reserved for those rare moments when something pure and real touched her heart. There was something unpretentious about her that instantly captivated him. She was the epitome of the woman he'd imagined marrying-graceful, modest, and untouched by the superficiality of city life.

Unable to resist, Damian rolled down the window of his sleek car and called out, "Excuse me, miss!"

She didn't respond immediately, continuing her walk towards the shop, her focus on the task at hand. Damian, intrigued by her beauty and unwilling to let this chance slip away, parked his car and stepped out. As he approached, he noticed the small boys sitting outside the shop, giggling and whispering to each other.

"She's shy," he whispered to himself with a smile. "That's why I like village girls."

He quickly walked towards the boys. "Hey, do you know who that girl is?" he asked, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

One of the boys, a cheeky grin on his face, pointed towards the shop. "That's Diana," he said. "Her father's Mr. Albert, our headmaster."

Damian's curiosity piqued. "Diana? Do you know where she lives?"

"She lives just up the hill, by the old church," another boy added.

Damian, feeling grateful, pulled a bill from his pocket and handed it to the boys. "Thanks for the help," he said before returning to his car, his thoughts already spinning.

He continued his journey to his grandfather's house, but his mind kept drifting back to Diana. Diana. A name he would not forget.

Later that evening, when he arrived at his grandfather's house, he was warmly greeted by the older man and his cousins, who were eager to catch up. After a hearty dinner, the family sat around in the living room, reminiscing about old times. But it was his grandfather's words that caught Damian off guard.

"You know, Damian," Mr. Rogers said with a chuckle, "your parents died without ever seeing you married. Don't you want me to see your wife before I go?"

Damian smiled, a bit sheepish. "Well, actually, Grandfather, that's why I'm here." He paused, his voice serious. "I need your help to find me a wife from this village. I'm done with the city, and I want to marry a girl from here. I promised my mother I would."

Mr. Rogers raised an eyebrow. "Really? I never thought I'd hear those words from you, Damian."

"I've already found the one I want to marry," Damian said with a grin. "Her name is Diana."

His grandfather's face lit up with recognition. "Diana? I know her well. Her father, Mr. Albert, is an old friend of mine. I can help you with this, Damian."

The next morning, Mr. Rogers sent three of the village's elders to Mr. Albert's house to formally ask for permission for Damian to marry his daughter. By evening, they returned with good news: Mr. Albert had agreed.

Damian couldn't wait to meet Diana again, and the following day, he made his way to her home with his cousins. They were warmly welcomed, and food and drinks were prepared in their honor. As the evening wore on, Mr. Albert and Damian shared old stories of when Damian was young, recalling how he had once attended school with his late father. But Damian's eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for Diana to appear.

When she finally walked into the room, Damian's heart skipped a beat. She was even more breathtaking than he remembered. Her beauty was simple, yet striking. It wasn't just her physical appearance, but the way she carried herself-gracious, humble, and undeniably pure.

He couldn't resist. "Diana," he said, his voice full of admiration, "you are so beautiful. You resemble an angel. I can't wait to marry you. You'd win Miss World without even trying."

She blushed, looking down, clearly shy and a bit overwhelmed. "Stop joking," she said softly, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

Damian didn't care if she thought he was joking. He was serious, and nothing was going to stop him from marrying her.

That evening, after the visit to Mr. Albert's house, Damian returned to his grandfather's home with a new sense of purpose. The wedding preparations began immediately, and while it would be a simple affair in the village, Damian promised to hold a grand celebration once they were back in the city.

He couldn't wait to show the world the woman he was about to marry. But little did he know, this was only the beginning of a story that would lead him down a path he hadn't anticipated-one filled with power, desire,a love and even that would soon be tested in ways he could never have imagined. This step he was like a step towards his death, he never thought it will lead him to a suffering.

The days flew by, and soon enough, the small local wedding ceremony in the village was behind them. Despite its simplicity, it was filled with love and tradition, with the whole town coming together to witness the union of Damian and Diana. As the celebrations wound down, Damian couldn't shake off the thought that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't predict.

After the week spent at his grandfather's home, he and Diana packed their things and made the long journey back to the city. Damian was eager to introduce his new wife to his world-one of luxury, power, and public attention. Though he had promised Diana a more grand wedding in the city, he kept the plans simple for the time being. He knew that once they were settled in the city, he would shower her with everything she could ever want.

They arrived in the city just as the evening sky was painted with a hue of pinks and purples. Damian had already made all the arrangements for their new life together. He had hired stylists, makeup artists, and even a catwalk coach, knowing that Diana would need to adapt to the fast-paced, high-society life. The simple country girl who had been his bride just days ago was now going to be the wife of a powerful businessman-a CEO who inherited two large companies. The transformation had to be perfect.

Diana, though a little nervous, was eager to step into this new chapter of her life. The city felt like an entirely different world. The streets were bustling with people, the air was filled with the sounds of honking horns, and the flashing lights of billboards illuminated the skyline. She felt small in the midst of it all, but Damian reassured her that everything would be okay.

They moved into a large apartment in one of the city's most prestigious neighborhoods. It was a far cry from the humble cottage she had grown up in, and the sight of the towering glass buildings, the polished marble floors, and the stunning view of the skyline from their balcony left her in awe.

Over the next few days, Diana underwent a transformation. Stylists worked their magic, giving her a look that could turn heads at any event. Her hair was styled in the latest trends, her wardrobe was updated with luxurious pieces, and she was taught the art of walking gracefully in high heels by a seasoned catwalk teacher. Damian insisted on making sure Diana was ready for the public spotlight. He wanted her to shine, not just as his wife, but as a symbol of his success.

The wedding day was fast approaching. Damian had already planned for a grand affair, inviting all the right people-ministers, business tycoons, celebrities, and even HON. President of the Republic. He was determined that this event would be talked about for years to come. For him, it wasn't just about the union with Diana; it was a statement, a moment of pride. He wanted the world to know just how lucky he was to have a wife as beautiful and pure as Diana.

On the day of the wedding, everything was set. The venue was grand, decorated with opulent flowers and chandeliers, and the stage was set for a night of celebration. Guests from every corner of society gathered, many of them in awe of Diana's beauty. She looked every bit the part of a model, her delicate features illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

As the wedding ceremony went on, Damian couldn't help but feel proud. He looked over at Diana, his heart swelling with affection and desire. His friends, colleagues, and even the president couldn't stop talking about her beauty. Damian's chest puffed out with pride as the comments flowed in. But little did he know, the admiration from the president was something that would turn into an obsession.

The moment finally arrived when the president, a man who had known Damian's late father and was a respected figure in the country, stood up to speak. Damian was surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers, all eyes on the stage as the president made his way toward the couple.

The President, a tall, dignified man in his late fifties, walked towards Damian with a warm smile. He clapped him on the back. "Congratulations, my friend," he said in a deep voice, a hint of pride in his tone. "I must say, you've truly outdone yourself. Diana is... breathtaking. You've got yourself a gem, Damian."

Damian beamed, his chest swelling with pride. "Thank you, Mr. President. I'm the lucky one."

But as the president spoke to Damian, he couldn't help but keep glancing at Diana, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that didn't go unnoticed. Damian, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to anything other than the praise for his new wife, didn't see the subtle change in the president's demeanor.

When the speeches concluded, the president grabbed the microphone again, to everyone's surprise. "Damian," he said, his voice full of warmth. "Don't worry about your honeymoon. I'll personally cover the expenses. Italy, for a month. Consider it my gift to you both."

The crowd cheered, clapping as the president handed the microphone back to the MC. But as the applause died down, something unusual happened. The president turned to Diana, a quiet smile on his lips. He stepped closer to her, holding her gaze for a moment longer than what was appropriate. He placed his arms around her in an extended hug.

Diana, taken aback by the sudden closeness, felt a twinge of discomfort. She didn't know what to make of the president's lingering embrace. She had never been in such close proximity to someone of such power, and while part of her felt flattered by his attention, another part of her felt uneasy.

The president's voice dropped to a whisper. "Diana, you are even more beautiful up close. I'm sure Damian is a lucky man, but I can't help but feel... you're too stunning to belong to him."

Diana stiffened slightly at the president's words, his breath warm against her ear. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. What was he saying? This was the president of the country, after all-an influential man who could have anyone he wanted. But why was he so focused on her?

The president continued, his tone smooth and coaxing. "Damian doesn't deserve a woman like you. You deserve more, Diana. You deserve someone like me. I promise, you'll be treated like the queen you are."

Diana stood frozen, her heart racing in confusion. Was this really happening? The president of her country, holding her in such a way, whispering these words in her ear? She didn't know how to react. She glanced at Damian, but he was caught up in conversation with a group of ministers, unaware of what was transpiring behind him.

The president pulled back, a wicked smile crossing his face as he gazed at Diana one last time. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of, Diana. Don't worry."

As the president moved away, Diana was left standing there, her heart still racing. She tried to shake off the unease creeping up her spine, but something inside her told her that this was far from over. Something had changed that night-and she wasn't sure if it was for the better.

Damian, completely oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place, was smiling as he greeted other guests. He had no idea that his new wife had just become the object of a powerful man's desire-something that would soon throw their lives into turmoil. The president, with all his charm and influence, had already begun to weave a dangerous web, and Diana was at the center of it.

And just like that, Damian's pride in his new wife would soon become his downfall.

Mr. President was escorted majestically from the wedding hall and headed outside, where the motorcade awaited him; a few minutes later, cars were heard driving off from the parking lot, and the wedding in the hall proceeded as it was scheduled; people ate and drank.

After the President was gone, the bride remained quieter than usual, her veil covering her whole face. Her maid tried to pull it off every time, uncovering her so she could face the audience, but she covered herself again.

The sudden changes from the bride confused Damian, who was the groom. He unveiled Diana and questioned her, wanting to know what was the reason for her sadness! When he took a good look at her he discovered Diana was shedding tears.

"What happened to you, my love?" Damian found himself asking Diana but also he did not get an answer. Diana kept on crying!

Damian had to soothe her so she could cry no more, but it wasn't possible. He was forced to request permission to leave and go to the Marriott Hotel, where they had arranged to stay for that night. There also, Damian continued to pressure Diana to explain what made her cry immediately after being released by the president.

"He told me very hurtful words that deeply wounded my heart!"

"What words did he say?"

When Diana was about to say the words she had been told by the President, she hesitated. She didn't want to open up to Damian, as she loved him deeply and wanted to be with him for the rest of her life!

"He told me that now that I've left my parents, it's just you and me, not my father or mother!" Diana blatantly lied and found herself crying more, her heart aching terribly. It was not a pleasant thing at all, what was done to her by His Excellency the President.

"So that's what makes you cry?"

"Yes!"

"Where did he lie?"

"He didn't lie, but that wasn't the right place for it, it really crushed my heart!" Diana responded in her rural accent.

"I'm sorry, my dear, don't worry, it's you and me forever! Did you see how people were looking at you in the hall?"

"Why were they staring at me like that?"

"People don't believe that I've brought you from

the village! They always believe that beautiful girls are only in the city!" Damian replied.

They fell into a deep sleep, holding each other tightly. It was a night of comfort, but every time Diana remembered the words of His Excellency the President and the way his words echoed in her ears, fear grew in her heart. She couldn't believe that the matter was over, and whether the President truly loved her.

The following morning, while they were still at the hotel, they received a letter saying that both of them were required at the State House for dinner with the President. Diana's fear increased, and she started crying once again! When Damian tried to ask her, Diana still wasn't ready to reveal that secret! She continued to lie, telling him she was crying because she missed her parents so much.

"Damian, is it really necessary for us to go eat at the State House? I don't feel well."

"Ah! You must try, my wife, this is a great honor we have been given. Not everyone can be invited to the State House to eat with the President!"

"But....!" Diana wanted to say something, but she was hesitant.

'No, just try, let's go, my wife.'

That evening, at around seven and a half hours, both of them were dressed well, and shortly after, a car sent from the State House arrived at the hotel and took them to dine with the President! Damian was very happy in his heart and couldn't understand why the President decided to extend such hospitality. Diana appeared very sad in her heart, and Damian didn't understand what the cause of her sadness was.

The conversation during the meal was pleasant. The President continued to congratulate them on getting married, emphasized to Damian the importance of finding Diana a school to further her education, and promised to offer support.

'Thank you, Your Excellency!' Damian responded.

The President's feet passed under the table. He started densing Diana with his two legs tickling her! Due to the fear she had in her heart, Diana found herself filled with urine and was forced to ask to be shown the restroom.

"You can't see that this house is very big, let's go, my daughter, I'll show you!" the President told Diana.

"Ah! I'll go by myself!"

"You can't see, I must show you!"

"If that's the case, then let's take Damian with us!"

"No, Damian can just stay and continue drinking wine slowly!"

"Diana, don't worry, just go with the old man, he'll show you the toilet!" said Damian, persuading his wife to agree.

Despite being very scared due to how pressed she felt, Diana couldn't hold it anymore, and her urine began to slowly leak.

"Alright, old man, let's go then, take me!"

It was a great joy for President Daniel. He believed that this was the only opportunity to do what he wanted with the girl he loved! He patted his waist and touched the pistol he carried. He really desired to have sex with Diana that night, but he didn't want to scare her with the gun, as it would make Diana scream.

When Diana entered the bathroom, the President hurried to the bedroom, grabbed a bottle of ethyl medication, and went out to the bathroom door to wait for her to come out! It was a sleeping drug he kept in his room to use in case robbers or kidnappers broke into the house he lived in alone after his wife passed away a few years earlier. His two children were studying in the UK.

As soon as Diana stepped out of the bathroom, the President raised his hand and sprayed the drug on her face. She collapsed to the ground like a heavy load without even screaming!

Without delay, President Daniel began to unbutton his pants and pull them down to his feet,then he knelt down holding Diana's dress and started to roll it up towards her waist!.

***

For a full ten minutes, Diana and the President had not returned. Diana's delay from the bathroom worried Damian, and he found himself standing still, staring at the door through which Diana had passed! He was surprised to see that the President had not returned either. He did not suspect that the President could do something with his wife, but the ten-minute delay confused him.

Damian began walking slowly toward the door, but before he reached it, he saw the President rushing out of the bedroom, sweating profusely.

"What is it, Sir?"

"I am very surprised!"

"Why?"

"I was in the bedroom when I was startled by the sound of your wife crying. When I went to the bathroom, I found her collapsed on the floor, unconscious!"

"Where is she now?"

"She's in the bathroom. Come and see, young man!"

The two of them walked to the bathroom, where Damian found his wife lying on the floor, unconscious. He was at a loss to understand what had happened to Diana.

"So, what should we do now?"

"I have called the doctor from the Presidential Palace; I think he's on his way to take her to the hospital here at the palace!"

Just a minute later, the doorbell rang. The President went to open the door. Four people entered, one of whom was Dr. Raymond, the doctor from the Presidential Palace clinic.

Diana was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital, where she was taken directly to the intensive care unit and started receiving treatment. An oxygen machine was attached to her to help her breathe easily!

Despite his expertise, the doctor could not understand what had happened to the woman, but he noticed the smell of ethyl alcohol, which is also used in operating rooms! He remembered that once the President had ordered that alcohol from the clinic, the doctor did not know why he needed it, but he gave it to the President.

"Had she been sick before this?"

"No, she was in good health, and we had been invited for dinner here at the President's house. I don't even know what happened to my wife!"

"How did she lose consciousness?" The doctor continued to ask Damian.

"I don't even know how to explain it to you, but she went to the bathroom accompanied by the esteemed President, and then...!"

Damian's words stirred bad thoughts in the doctor's mind, but he struggled to believe those feelings.

"It's impossible! The President can't do that! Spraying this woman with something that makes her sleep! It's impossible. Even though the woman is beautiful, how many women want the President?" the doctor thought, but before he could make any conclusions, his office phone rang, and he hurriedly rushed to answer it.

"Dr. Raymond?"

"Yes, it's me, Your Excellency the President!"

"That matter is mine, so don't investigate it too much! I'm aware of it, and I'm sure you've smelled that chemical?"

"I've smelled it, Your Excellency!"

"Now forget about it and don't talk to anyone about it!"

"Understood, Your Excellency... I won't speak of it, Your Excellency!" Once the call ended, Dr. Raymond returned to the room where he had left Damian.

"Doctor, please tell me, what is my patient suffering from?" That was the first question Damian asked the doctor.

Dr. Raymond stood for a moment, gazing at Damian's face, his expression showing concern.

"Doctor!" Damian called again.

"Yes!" he responded, sitting down, "YOUR WIFE HAS A SEIZURE!" That was the answer Damian heard from the Presidential doctor, Dr. Raymond, that night. This information shocked Damian, leaving him stunned. Like how? Since when did his beautiful wife Diana suffer from this disease?..