Marrying Again for Revenge

Painting Exhibition

"You ready?"

Stella turned her head after hearing her husband's reprimand. Kevin leaned against the wall with his chest closed. Looked at his muscular arms because of the open-sleeved black shirt he was wearing, not too big but looks strong to the touch.

"Do you want to go in that outfit?" Stella pointed at the shirt Kevin was wearing.

Kevin leaves his place and approaches Stella. A kiss landed smoothly on her ranum lips. "Of course not, honey. It's the same as embarrassing myself." Kevin replied while hugging Stella's waist.

Stella did not want to lose, she raised both her hands and hugged her husband's neck. Stella looked at Kevin from head to toe.

"But your appearance like this can also, just open one more button and add a long waistcoat, your appearance will be more perfect. No, no, no, it's a formal event, it's better to wear a suit."

"You're so concerned about my appearance, honey. Do you care about me that much?" Kevin grinned.

"you reckon? You're my husband, if I don't pay attention to your appearance then who? Because your appearance can also affect the dignity of this family?" Reply Stella chimed.

"It seems you're starting to understand me. I thought no one could understand me better than him, but I was wrong, because you understand me so much."

Stella squinted her eyes. "He, who?" He looked at Kevin curious.

"Follow me, I'll show you something." Kevin takes off his arms and leads Stella to a room hidden behind a bookcase.

Stella's eyes widened perfectly when she saw the paintings and photographs displayed on the walls of the room. Painting and photo of a young woman whose face is like a betel on the two sides with her. Kevin approached Stella and stood beside her.

"His name is Stella, she's my wife who died a few years ago in an accident. She was pregnant with our child when the accident happened." Obviously Kevin.

Stella turned her head and looked at Kevin curiously. "So you're using me as his replacement?"

Kevin shakes. "No, because he'll never be replaced. After all you and him are two different people, you're not the same even if your faces are very dim on both sides."

"You need my help, and I need your help, too. I will help you take revenge on those who have made you this way, and you must help me uncover the death of my late wife. We will both benefit in this marriage."

Stella smiled bitterly. What can she expect from her marriage to Kevin. The love of the man, it was impossible, because from the beginning there was no love in their marriage other than a mutually beneficial relationship.

"Let's go, we'll be late." Stella just left Kevin.

The woman took her bag and put on her heels. Kevin approached Stella who looked a little cold and indifferent to her. Maybe because of what he said earlier, Kevin knew it hurt him a lot, but he also did not want to lie to Stella in a protracted way, at least before the seeds of love grew in each other's hearts.

"Your ex-husband and stepbrother will most likely be there, as well as your father and stepmother" said Kevin who had been standing behind Stella.

Stella glanced at Kevin from the tail of her eyes. "That's an open event, so it's perfectly fine if they come too. I will greet her and introduce myself as your wife. No one knows me anymore" he said.

"You're right, I'll wait for you outside" he said and left.

Stella breathed a heavy sigh. The woman made sure of her appearance once again, when it was felt that nothing was lacking. He rushed after Kevin who had come out first.

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Kevin muttered in his heart. In front of him lined a row of beautiful paintings by famous artists, but only one painting that so caught his attention, so far, that he did not budge. This landscape-themed painting was other than what he used to see, but if it was painted with these words it was indeed very simple.

At the top there is a stretch of thin clouds that resemble fine chicken feathers and are colored in contrast to the light blue sky.

Under the mega kingdom of the sky stood strong green mountains whose upper part was exposed to a beam of sunlight from behind his greenish body. The sea looks deep but feels cool and the beach ecosystem is choppy so beautiful.

Slowly he touched the glass frame of the painting. Somehow this instant he felt the atmosphere so quiet and quiet. If he closed his eyes, Kevin felt like he was resting on the fine colored sand while staring at the reflection of light from the bottom of the sea. It's exquisite.

And if you pay attention, the style of the painting is exactly the same as the painting he has. The painting of the work of the mysterious painter who until this moment has not managed to find traces of him.

"Mr Nero," cried an eye-glazed man in a neat suit. "Do you like and are interested in this painting? This painting is a donation from a young woman about two months ago,"

"Who? Do you know that woman? Or you might have had her contacts?" Ask Kevin.

"Ano, I~" the man hung up his sentence as his gaze fell on Stella. The woman looked anxious and nervous. "This lady, she is~"

"Hello, Uncle. Introduce me Stella Nero, wife of Kevin Nero," Stella reached out her hand and introduced herself before the man finished his sentence.

"Oh, greetings, Mrs Nero. All right, you guys please continue looking around, I'm sorry." The man bowed then left the two of them just like that.

Kevin looked at Stella in confusion. He was acting strange, right or just his thoughts? "In-there seems to be also a lot of interesting paintings, let's take a look around as well." Stella hugs Kevin's arm and takes him to look at the other paintings.

Kevin really felt that Stella's attitude was a little strange since he had noticed the painting. Even he looked nervous and panicked when the manager greeted him earlier.

"You why? Why is your attitude so strange?" Kevin asked in confusion.

"What a weird thing, just your feelings. It's normal," he said.

Kevin and Stella stop their steps when they cross paths with the woman's father and stepmother. They both came with Dion and Sarah. Stella looked at the four of them cynically.

"Well, whoa, whoa, Mr. Martadinata. I've heard your wife has just died, but you've easily taken another woman. It seems that this Miss is also not a stranger. Wait, aren't you Miss Sarah, stepbrother of your late wife." Stella said without being able to speak her lips.

Making several pairs of eyes around them staring at Dion and Sarah with various gazes. Hurriedly Stella closed her lips, as if she was unaware of what she had just said.

"Ups, I'm sorry I just spoke. Don't take heart. My husband, you just talk to them, I want to go around to look around," Stella said, leaving them alone.

Stella stopped her steps and looked back. A grin appeared on his lips when he saw the pale faces of Dion and Sarah. This is just the beginning and still the beginning, Stella will spread terror on both of them until they go crazy.

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Seriate.