The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 150

I was lost in thought.

This kind of Life was so boring.

Was this the fate of every woman who became a wife? Or was this just the life of a woman who was not Loved by her husband?

One day, Riley suddenly said to me, “Debra, we’re having guests tonight.

Let’s go to the supermarket to buy some fresh veggies.

”

“Okay.

”

Together, Riley and I went to the supermarket.

To my surprise, all the stall owners along the way greeted us kindly.

It was nice.

And I saw kids turning into wolves and running freely on the streets.

Children played hide and seek around the corners.

Laughter filled the small town, and the air was fresh and crisp.

It kind of reminded me of my childhood in the Silver Ridge Pack.

Although Roz Town was very poor, everyone seemed to enjoy their simple lives, and the town was bustling with vitality.

Thinking about how they might lose their homes someday in the future, I felt terrible.

It would be such a pity if the town was destroyed!

When we passed by an instrument store, Riley suddenly stopped.

She stared at the piano on display inside blankly, as though she was thinking of something.

“Riley, do you know how to play the piano?” I asked carefully, trying to gauge her reaction.

My words seemed to remind Riley of something.

She smiled and nodded wistfully.

“I Love playing the piano.

”

At the mention of this, Riley’s eyes Lit up and her face practically glowed.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was also a piano in Riley’s house, but it Looked as though it hadn’t been touched in a long time.

“How come you don’t play the piano at your place?”

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Riley forced a smile, but there was a clear sense of regret in her eyes.

“What’s the use? No one will listen.

”

Debra’s POV: By the time we were done grocery shopping, Riley and I had bought so many ingredients that we both had our hands full.

“Will there be a lot of guests tonight?” I asked in confusion, trying to juggle all the grocery bags in my hands.

Riley shook her head.

“No, but they’re very important guests.

I need to cook them a feast to leave a good impression on them.

Will you go and pick Luca up from school for me?”

I nodded and we parted ways.

When Luca and I got home from the kindergarten, we found that Riley was still cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

Just like all the other housewives, she clearly loved cooking, and she took it seriously as though it was her career.

In order to make sure everything was up to her standards, she did everything herself—from washing the vegetables to chopping them to cooking the dishes.

The servants all praised her wholeheartedly.

“Riley is the perfect wife!”

I, on the other hand, stared at Riley as she worked in the kitchen tirelessly.

A perfect wife? She was more like a caged bird to me.

She couldn’t think for herself, nor did she have the freedom to do as she pleased.