Olympus is a lovely place.

Majority of inhabitants are most of time not so nice.

But it was still a pleasant environment.

At least that's what, I, Hera Rosenberg thinks.

Just moments ago, I thought my life have no relationship to Greek aside from my first name being the same as their queen.

Surprise! I'm completely related.

Sorry! The irony swept my mouth the same as my heart.

Let me explain from who I'm to what changed something within me just a few minutes ago.

As I said before my name's Hera Rosenberg, 43 years old woman, a CEO. I was born in a rather well-off family, my maternal grandfather owned a middle-sized company that focuses in feminine products from makeup and dresses to scented candles and underwear, Rosary is it name in honor of my late grandmother, a devout Christian believer; later I developed it to be number one in the country and ranked in one of the top 100 in the world.

So, you must have guessed it by now, I have a strong personality and ability that do anything but flatten it. Is hard to admit it but my arrogance is craved in my bones and don't show on my face but aura and that made me attract others since childhood, 'charisma of a queen', my bitchy friends calls.

My life was anything but bumpy, the only exception is when I met my 'Zeus' (again, as my friends call) Gill, a scummy cheater of an ex.

I just broke up after two years of struggling with an emotional abusive and psychologically tiring relationship that would've started to escalate to physical if not for my brother, Hades, to knock some senses into me, coming all the way from his tour (Yep, he's a singer-slash-actor) to drag me to watch Gill rolling sheets with a prostitute.

Funny, I never loved Gill, I'm a perfectionist who stubbornly can't accept failure peacefully.

I have two older brothers and one elder sister, Hades, Poseidon and Hestia. My mom was rather fond of mythology must precisely Greek and Roman, is evident by how she named her two children and her step-son with the first-generation gods' and goddesses' names and it just happened that Hades hated his former name so she changed it.

Hades is a child of father from his ex-wife, Poseidon is from a night-stand with a prostitute and his parentage was discovered when his mother died at 6 years old, Hestia is my mom's love child but her then-boyfriend got missing unlikely to be alive when mom was pregnant, out of four siblings only I had both parents at my side.

Due to the name 'Hera' my family teased me that I would meet my 'Zeus' someday, which made me upset, pouting with annoyance overtime I got over it and joked back, but no one actually thought that I would really meet a scum.

That poses the question my friends always ask, did my siblings' names match the gods of Greek mythology in personality?

The answer is NO!

The goddess of hearth is gentle and understanding, but my sister Hestia is nothing but that!

She's a world-class martial artist, my brothers were bullied under her iron fist for a long time.... Actually they're still dominated even now. She's only a bit gentler with me and meek with dad around.

My eldest brother Hades wasn't gloomy at all, he has kinda of an energy that attracts people to him, making him the most popular kid in the neighborhood and school all the way to stardom where he managed imaginable great feats from day one. With his high EQ knows when to be blunt or secretive, he's the coolest bro in the world!

My second brother Poseidon had been shy and faintly antisocial, but have a positive outlook of life and clear temperament, he's sensitive and caring to other people's emotions but once it involves his family he can destroy someone in seconds L.I.T.T.E.R.A.L.Y. And I meant, last time with a crazy fan of brother Hades, he snapped and secretly made the guy's life a hell.

But the guy deserved it, sending bloodied letters, creepy stalking and harassing older brother's fiancé, Persephone, whom got along with my brother for having both mythical names that happened to be of a couple. It just 'sparked' between them naturally overtime.

So, they're complete opposites of the gods whose names they carry.

Me? I was just the sassy and arrogant best friend of everyone, the queen bee who excels in everything, surrounded by her companions. I knock senses to my followe_ friends, reject confessions, play and study balanced, diet everyday.

That's me, Hera Rosenberg, I had always been a wind breeze as they call.

Sometimes lady-like, other times dancing in the bar. I lived my life the way I like.

I met my husband in a blind date, we were okay people to each other. I had no interest in love after my two failing relationships before, I figured out I might as well enter a commercial marriage as long my husband have a decent appearance and won't get any illegitimate children he may have in future involved in inheritance.

But Klein Silver was just too ideal for me, sure he had his shortcomings that I didn't mind, he was like tailor-made for me. In our honeymoon we bickered, neither us lowered our noble heads.

One year after our marriage, we never got along other than time of the bridal chamber night, my body blending with his, the newlyweds fighting for dominance in bed. I scratched his back, he sucked on my breast heavily, I tightened my vaginal walls, he bit my nap, I pushed him he tries to get back the control by grabbing my waist and pushing himself deeper inside. I made him whimper for it he made me beg for it.

Our lovemaking is battlefield according to the maids, the newcomers blushing when picking sheets each morning.

Who made him so delicious? That board shoulders that I can screech my long arms to hug, by the twinkle in his eyes I could tell he was pleased with my body pressing against his and his faint smile made him seem happier than ever when he bury my face to his chest. Klein Silver made sure my neck would never be sore when I wake up for work.... That's a medical achiever for ya.

Hard to imagine we were like block of ices when facing each other in private when we weren't doing our martial duties at beginning.

A truth we had discovered early on: His heart is with another, mine is broken by someone (although I couldn't remember who back then).

No love was involved for quite the while, eventually he got over his crush, who happily married her girlfriend of 3-years, and I just healed my wounds.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, darling wife.

Klein silver was an annoyingly wise man, I feel like a child when I'm beside him, he always tries to shower with gifts never stingy with compliments he doesn't overlook and remind me of his love when I feel insecure.

We had our petty arguments but we always got over it.

When topic of childbirth comes he refute it gently saying we doesn't need them, our current state is just fine.

To stop criticism from lashing me he lied that he's incompetent, we both know he isn't.

I thought he just didn't want someone to interfere in our two-people world, I was fine by this, my nephew could be my successor.

It wasn't until now that I know is me who's infertile, even if we use artificial methods my eggs are of poor quality with high rate of disabled offspring.

Is sad how much he offered to me but never got my heart completely until now.

I looked at my husband hugging my bloodied body, his bronze skin palling for a considerable degree, his eyes filled with shock and his hands trembling as he touched my still purse, his eyes closed in mind entanglement. He put a finger under my nose and his breath hitched when he saw that I wasn't breathing.

It's so hard for him to accept? I don't know why.

Love isn't this precious to me, but my heart that had been silent for centuries thumped.

I love Klein Silver, I realized too late.

My chance is gone.