Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 179

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“Women like us… We better avoid all these talks about money and properties,” Margarette said as she started brewing what looked like dried flowers and leaves.

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The garden behind the mansion stretched wide, bordered by trimmed hedges and tall iron fencing that separated the estate from the wooded hills beyond. Stone paths cut through manicured flower beds, and a round wrought–iron table sat in the middle of the open space, partially shaded by a pergola woven with creeping vines. The early sun filtered through, casting narrow strips of light across the table.

Izzy sat down quietly, her eyes drifting toward the rose bushes nearby. A few bees hovered lazily around the petals, and the sound of the small water fountain by the corner wall trickled steadily into the background.

Then she turned her attention to Margarette who stood at the edge of the table, pouring hot water over a small ceramic strainer filled with dried herbs and flower petals. The steam rose gently as she watched the color begin to tint the water.

“It’s called Blossom Dew,” she said. “Mostly hibiscus, rose hips, and lemon balm. A touch of dried apple for sweetness. I’ve had this blend imported for years.”

Izzy nodded, her hands folded on her lap. She didn’t know why she actually agreed to accompany this woman here. She found talking about investments more interesting than flowers and stuff.

Margarette sat down across from her, gently swirling the teapot before setting it aside. “It’s light at first. Soft. A little floral. But let it sit for a minute, and the bitterness starts to come through.” She picked up the small glass teacup and offered it to Izzy. “Like life.”

Izzy took the cup and gave it a small sip. It was warm and smooth, slightly tangy.

“We work hard to grow these flowers, to keep them pretty,” Margarette continued. “Prune them, shade them from too much sun. But at the end of the day, they’re still fragile. A storm could ruin the whole thing overnight.”

Izzy didn’t answer. Her fingers tapped lightly against the side of the cup.

“That’s what being a woman is,” Margarette said, resting back in her chair. “You learn to survive storms, but you still have to look good doing it. You can be clever, even talented, but at the end of the day…” She trailed off and looked at the distant hills. “You’ll never have the same weight as the men in the room.”

Izzy kept her eyes forward. She didn’t argue. Not yet.

Margarette tilted her head. “I’m not saying it’s fair. I’m saying that’s the world. You find your strength by knowing where you can move quietly. Gracefully. Without having to shout.”

She poured herself a cup and took a sip.

“Sometimes, power doesn’t come from winning arguments,” she added. “It comes from knowing which ones not to join.” Izzy nodded slowly and set the cup down on its saucer. “And what if you don’t want to move quietly?”

Margarette looked at her but didn’t respond right away.

realize,” she said finally, “how loud the

and rested her hands on her lap. “You’re

looked at her. “Like

Margarette said. “There’s a difference between being a woman in the world and being a wife.

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pot and gave it and up the bad settled the wor The floral edge had softened

think marriage should erase the person you were before

the path. A woman

slightly forward, her elbows resting on the table. “So what should the do instead

of home you want. What Yad of K do you want with Liam. Do you

eyebrow but didn’t interrupt.

You can’t buy back time, lubella. Especially if you plan to become a

that’s the trade?”

a choice. Pa marriage is also a day. It’s cring for your husband’s peace of mind, his reputation, his home.

asked.

have to exhaust yourself keeping up with men who will never treat you as their equal anyway. You think you’re respected when you’re working with them. But they

the cup again,

softer. More rested. It’s not just money. It’s

looked out at the roses

“But one day, you’ll see it for yourself. By then, I only hope you haven’t lost

only sound between them.

Arizona…. when men bring up

her head slightly.

don’t want you to challenge them. They want you to admire them.

slightly, still holding her cup.

on. “Men want their ego stroked, not tested. They want to feel smart and feel like they’re in control. Even Olivier–he has his flaws, but he’s still a

fingers tightened on the

added. “They want a partner who follows their lead. That’s how it’s always been. You

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what you said. He cared that you said it in front

leaned back in her chair. “You

realize it. But in time,

mother. Her mother never played dumb around