The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 248

**Arrived 248: The Wrong Spotlight**

“Wow, your husband is truly remarkable!” a voice rang out, filled with excitement.

Another woman, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, added, “If he’s that wealthy, Mindy, do tell us—what exactly does he do for a living?”

Mindy maintained a composed demeanor, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and a hint of embarrassment. “Oh, he just runs a small company. In Javerton, it barely makes it into the top thirty. It’s just enough to get by, really,” she replied, her voice steady, though inside she felt a rush of elation.

“Mindy, you really are too humble!” one friend exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Seriously! In this day and age, it’s a miracle to even keep a job with all the layoffs happening everywhere. We might just have to lean on you to help us land positions in his company!” another chimed in, laughter bubbling up among them.

“Haha, no joke! Mindy, for old times’ sake, could you put in a good word with your husband for us?” they teased, their voices light and playful.

Mindy reveled in their admiration, feeling as if she were floating on a cloud of compliments.

“Of course, of course! When I get home, I’ll definitely ask him if he’s hiring,” she said, her tone cheerful, though she felt a flicker of uncertainty at the thought.

She turned her gaze deliberately toward Estella, a hint of challenge in her eyes. “I heard you’ve opened an art center. I can only imagine how tough recruitment must be these days. If you need any assistance, don’t hesitate to ask. We’ve been classmates for so long—I’d never turn you away.”

Estella maintained her polite smile, but her silence spoke volumes, leaving the air thick with unspoken tension.

The group then shifted their focus to gossiping about Mindy’s romantic life, a topic that always sparked interest.

“So, Mindy, how did you meet your husband?” one of them asked, leaning in with eagerness.

Mindy’s heart raced at the thought of revealing the truth—that their first encounter had taken place in a bar and that their relationship had been a complicated web of friendship and benefits, culminating in an unexpected pregnancy that had forced his hand in marriage.

With a practiced softness, she replied, “We actually met through work. He mentioned how much he admired my dedication, and it was love at first sight for him. He asked me out, and while I was very career-focused at the time, after we married, he grew concerned that I would work too hard, so he encouraged me to quit.”

“How romantic!” one friend sighed dreamily.

“I wish my husband had the means to allow me to be a full-time housewife,” another lamented, her voice tinged with longing.

“Same here! I’m juggling two jobs—one outside and one at home with the kids. It’s utterly exhausting,” another chimed in, her eyes reflecting the struggles they all faced.

“Absolutely. A woman really has to marry well if she wants to avoid hardship,” one of them said, nodding in agreement.

At that moment, the restaurant manager entered, carrying a bouquet of delicate baby’s breath.

“The gentleman who settled the bill asked me to deliver these flowers to Room 365 for his wife,” he announced, his voice echoing in the bustling restaurant.

The room erupted in a chorus of excitement. “Mindy, it must be your husband after all! How romantic—paying the bill and sending flowers before leaving!” they exclaimed, their voices a mix of admiration and envy.

The women gushed, their words swirling around her like a sweet perfume.

But Mindy felt her heart drop. Her husband had never once given her flowers.

Since the day they tied the knot, she had tiptoed around him, serving him as if he were a king, terrified of provoking his wrath. He took her efforts for granted, returning home late every night and forbidding her from asking any questions about his whereabouts.

Tonight, he hadn’t even driven her here—she had fabricated a story about that to save face among her friends.

Yet, as she stood there, she quickly convinced herself that the restaurant owner must be attempting to flatter her, hoping to curry favor through her connection to her husband.

Feigning nonchalance, she accepted the bouquet with a smile. “Oh, my husband loves to show off. I keep telling him to tone it down. A marriage should be simple and steady,” she said, her voice light, masking the turmoil within her.

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