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.