Willow's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Julia's modest attire. "I mean, look at her clothes. She's not exactly flaunting designer labels, is she? And that skincare routine of hers? Simple, no-frills. It's almost...unassuming."
Sharon's eyes lit up with realization. "You know what? You're right. Julia's lifestyle is quite... understated. Maybe her husband's talents are unsung, but that doesn't mean they're not valuable."
William's expression turned smug, his voice dripping with pride. "Well, I may not be a faceless staffer, but I've carved my own path. My import and export company is thriving, and I'm a force to be reckoned with."
The room buzzed with speculation, each whispered comment adding another layer to the mystery surrounding Julia's husband. The truth was, nobody really knew much about him. He was a mere footnote in the grand narrative of corporate life.
As the discussion unfolded, a few of them exchanged knowing glances. Julia's husband may not have been a high-flyer, but perhaps his talents were worth more than they thought. And Julia, with her modest lifestyle and unassuming demeanor, was perhaps more than meets the eye.
Sarah leaned in, her voice barely audible over the hum of conversation. "Julia, I have a feeling there's more to your husband's story than meets the eye."
Julia's gaze locked onto Sarah's, a hint of intrigue dancing in her eyes. "Oh? What makes you say that, Sarah?"
"Well, it's just that...sometimes the most unassuming people hold the greatest power." Sarah's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Julia's smile was enigmatic. "Indeed. Appearances can be deceiving."
Samantha, who had been quietly observing the exchange, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. And I think Julia's husband is a perfect example of that."
The room was abuzz with the usual reunion chatter, boasts of success, flashy cars, and designer labels. But Julia's presence was a subtle reminder that true strength lies in humility.
Sharon, resplendent in her designer gown, sauntered over to Julia. "So, Julia, tell me...how's life been treating you?"
Julia's smile was warm. "It's been good, Sharon. My husband and I have been happy."
Sharon's eyes narrowed. "And what does your husband do, exactly?"
Julia's response was measured. "He works at the Darius Group. But I'm sure you know that already."
The air was thick with unspoken judgments, but Julia's confidence and poise left no room for doubt. She knew her worth, and she knew her husband's. And that was all that mattered.
Julia's eyes blazed as she leaned in, her voice steady but firm. "Happiness isn't a currency traded on the stock market. It's woven from shared moments, whispered secrets, and the warmth of a hand held in the dark. As long as we love each other, the rest is just noise."
But then, a voice cut through the chatter. "Marriage isn't a balance sheet," it said. "It's the alchemy of two souls, regardless of their bank balances."
Julia's eyes met Samantha's, her best friend and shield. Samantha's hand rested on her shoulder, a silent reassurance. "Don't listen to them, Julia," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Remember, true wealth lies in the love and integrity you and Max share. That's what makes you rich."
Julia's gaze locked onto Samantha's, a nod of solidarity. "You're right, Samantha. And I won't let them diminish my husband's worth. He may not drive a BMW, but he carries kindness in his heart and integrity in his actions. That's what truly matters.
The room was electric with anticipation, everyone's eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Max's arrival. William's anxiety was palpable, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and the waiter appeared, changing plates. The room's collective gaze faltered, only to refocus when a warm voice called out, "Julia!"
Max stood in the doorway, his tailored suit accentuating his chiseled features, his eyes locking onto Julia with a warm smile. The room's female occupants couldn't help but gasp, "Wow, he's so handsome!" and "He's even hotter than Johnny Depp!"
William smirked, his eyes narrowing as he took in Max's confident stride and commanding presence. For the first time, he felt a twinge of uncertainty.
Julia beamed, rising from her seat. "Come here, Max."
As Max joined her side, the room couldn't help but notice the perfect match they made. Julia introduced him with a proud smile, "Everyone, this is my husband, Max Wellington."
Julia greeted the room with a charming smile, "Hello, nice to meet you all."
The room erupted into a chorus of envy, "Julia, your husband is so handsome, he even looks better than most actors!" and "He's got a face that's pleasing to the eyes, a true work of art!"
William's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with challenge, "So, Mr. Wellington, I heard you work with the Darius Group. Which department are you in, exactly?"
Max smiled, "I'm in the executive division, William. And yes, I've had the pleasure of working with the president of the Darius Group. We've achieved some remarkable milestones together."
William's implication was clear - he doubted Max' credentials. But Max's calm confidence left no room for doubt, his aura commanding respect from the entire room.
William's face contorted in frustration, his eyes fixed on Max and Julia with a mixture of disdain and disappointment. "So, you're not even a leader in the Executive department?" he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.
Max met his gaze, his expression unyielding. "I don't need a title to prove my worth, William. And I'm certainly not intimidated by your wealth and status."
William's eyes narrowed, his face reddening with anger. "You're just an ordinary employee, Max. You don't belong in our circle."
Julia's eyes flashed with anger, her voice cold and detached. "That's enough, William. Your petty insults is becoming too much and you're crossing the line. My husband and I will be leaving now."
Everyone was quiet, the tension in the could be felt. William's face twisted in rage, his eyes fixed on Julia with a look of anger and resentment. But don't think he's better than me, Julia. He has just made you a trophy wife, correct me if I'm wrong"
Mrs Davidson, sensing the unease, intervened with a gentle smile. "Julia, my dear, it's okay, I think you should leave with your husband now, and please be careful on the road..
Then she turned to William, perhaps it's time to put aside your differences and focus on what truly matters." You're all grown up and shouldn't be doing this, let the past stay in the past.