The only thing Mr. Ford truly cared about was the familyâs reputation. As for his son, shipping him off overseas to fend for himself was enough. He intended to keep a close watch to ensure Eugene never found a way back.âThat works for me,â Mr. Fay agreed. âBut Iâll be keeping an eye on him too. If he shows up here again, this agreement is null and void. I have all the evidence saved.âEven without saying it, Mr. Ford understood. The Fords and Fays were evenly matched in influence, and the Fays had ties with Nash, so he would be crazy to turn this into a conflict.Once the Eugene issue was resolved, Lydia returned to her routine. However, she found herself frequently crossing paths with Quincy now. He never approached her directly or intruded, just silently appeared in her vicinity.After three days, Lydia couldnât take it anymore. She pulled open his car door and got in. âLetâs go.ââGo where?ââTo the courthouse, of course. I left work two hours early today, and itâs still open
âWishing you both happiness,â the clerk said, swiftly completing the paperwork to cancel their divorce.As they walked out, Quincy held their marriage certificate, feeling the significance of the moment down to his core.âLydia, letâs go on a second honeymoon,â he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. âHow about the Maldives this time?ââAnd what about a wedding?â Lydia asked, looking up at him with a warm smile.Their eyes met, and both felt a sweetness fill their hearts. Their first wedding had left regrets due to their parentsâ disapproval. Although Quincyâs parents still hadnât come around, Lydiaâs were now supportive, and she was carrying their new baby.âOh, Quincy, I had a dream last night,â Lydia said, a little uncertain. âIn it, a little boy called me âMom.ââShe didnât know if the dream held any truth, but seeing such a sweet child felt like a good omen.âHe even said heâd bring his little sister along to find me.ââCould it be twins? A boy and a girl?â Quincyâs fa
Mabel hated herself for it now. Why had she been tempted by those small favors from her aunt and gone along with her schemes? Now things had spiraled out of control, and there was no way to fix it.âI understand. Iâll be there as soon as I can,â Quincy said, ending the call. Turning to Lydia, he asked, âAre you coming with me or would you rather take a cab home?ââLetâs go together. No point in wasting time discussing it. Just focus on driving,â Lydia replied, quickly fastening her seatbelt.She wasnât about to hold grudges against someone critically ill.When they arrived at the hospital, they rushed to the waiting area outside the operating room. Mabel was pacing in the hallway. The moment she saw them, she seemed to find her footing again. âQuincy, thank goodness youâre here! I was terrified you wouldnât come.ââYou should be saying that to Lydia. Sheâs the one who forgave you all,â Quincy pointed out.Mabelâs face flushed with shame. She bowed deeply to Lydia, apologizing ove
âDad, donât get too worked up,â Quincy said, noticing his fatherâs face turning red with anger. âPeople your age can easily stress themselves sick. Look at Mom. Sheâs in the hospital for that very reason.âIf she hadnât been so consumed with pointless meddling, she wouldnât be on an operating table today.Mr. Perez nearly choked in frustration. âIs that how you talk to your father? Forget it. Let me speak to Lydia.ââSheâs busy. Whatever you need to say, just say it to me. If thereâs nothing else, Iâll hang up,â Quincy replied, blocking the attempt.He wasnât foolish. He could tell his father wanted to pressure Lydia directly. But there was no way he would let her face any of that alone.âThis was all my decision. Thereâs no one else for you to blame.ââFine. Youâre acting like youâve grown wings and flown beyond my reach.â Mr. Perez hung up, barely restraining himself from a full-blown rant. That son of his would be the death of him.On the other end, Lydia looked at Quincy wit
Unfortunately, Quincy wasnât swayed by either her gentler approach or pressure.When Lydia walked in, Mrs. Perez almost thought she was there to confront her. But Lydiaâs tone was detached as she spoke, âMrs. Perez, all your hospital expenses have been paid. Rest and focus on recovering. When youâre discharged, I can help arrange for a good rehabilitation facility if youâd like.âAfter everything that had happened, Lydia couldnât bring herself to call her âMomâ anymore. âMrs. Perezâ would have to suffice.Mrs. Perez was stunned. Lydia had actually come to see her?Just as he had done with his father, Quincy briefly informed her of the situation, then left with Lydia, leaving Mrs. Perez lying in bed, lost in thought.Mabel said softly, breaking the silence. âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to say. Youâve gone way too far in the past. I know youâre my aunt, and youâve done me some favors, but I canât keep ignoring whatâs right to blindly take your side.âMabel feared that if
Mrs. Perez, furious, cursed at her, âI must have been blind to ever consider you as a potential daughter-in-law. Thank goodness my son doesnât like you. If youâd actually gotten into our family, you wouldâve turned our lives upside down!ââWell, you came to me first,â Tiffany shot back, pressing forward. âYou made me the âother womanâ and even had me drink that âspecialâ tea. Who knows what effects that drink might have had on my health?âSince they were fully at odds now, Tiffany didnât hold back. âIâll give you two options. Either you make sure I marry Quincy or you give me a payout. You managed to drug him once, so you can do it again or give me a payout of ten million.âMrs. Perezâs jaw dropped at the demand. âTen million? You must be dreaming!âSuch an amount would be enough to live off for several lifetimes. And even if her son had that much in liquid assets, which was doubtful, it was hard-earned money. She would never let Tiffany take it so easily.âNo money? Fine, donât b
Tiffany took a step back, holding her phone high above her head, mouthing, âPay up.âIn that moment, Mrs. Perez accidentally bumped into the bedside kettle. It crashed to the floor, sending scalding water splashing everywhere, hitting both of them.âAh! Did you do that on purpose?â Tiffany hissed, seething with anger.With no one else in the room, Tiffany was ready to vent her anger, but just then, the door swung open.Lydia entered with the doctor, stopping in her tracks when she saw Tiffany. She then glanced at Mrs. Perez lying on the bed. A complex mix of feelings washed over Lydia, though she had long since stopped being surprised by Mrs. Perezâs actions.âMy daughter-in-law!â Mrs. Perez called out frantically, âGrab her phone! Sheâs live-streaming, trying to ruin our family!âHearing Mrs. Perez call Lydia daughter-in-law made Tiffanyâs expression twist with resentment. Why did Lydia deserve that title? Mrs. Perez had once called her daughter-in-law too, but now she was t
As they walked out of the hospital, Lydia made a call to the police. It was time to settle the full account of everything Tiffany had done.Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of her, the window rolling down to reveal Quincyâs concerned face. "My mom didnât give you any trouble, did she?ââNot at all. Sheâs full of regret and wants my forgiveness, but I canât let go of what happened,â Lydia replied, opening the door and getting in. She filled Quincy in on everything that had happened in the hospital room.After hearing it all, Quincy took her hand. âFrom now on, weâll each live our own lives. Iâll visit on holidays, but Iâll go alone. You donât need to see her if you donât want to.âHe would return out of family obligation, but there was no reason for Lydia to bear the burden.Lydia heard the care and love in his words and readily agreed.Once they had settled things with Tiffany, they let their families know and boarded a plane to Aceland. Throughout the flight, they sat close, L
But instead of feeling touched, Veraâs first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Veraâs face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. âAre you feeling sick?â âI donât think so. Iâve been eating normallyânothing too heavy or weird lately.â Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. âWhen did you buy that?â He responded matter-of-factly, âBetter safe than sorry.â Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composedâat le
Of course, Vera wasnât about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. âYouâre twenty-five this year, right?â Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasnât her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. âMiss Vera, Iâm still young. Iâm not thinking about marriage anytime soon.â Vera tapped her pen against the desk. âIâm not telling you to get married.â âOh.â âI just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You donât have to run every minor document by me.âHer assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. âIf I donât have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If somethingâs too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadnât experienced it firsthand didnât mean she hadnât seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. âI... uh, need to use the restroom.â Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. âYou and Caleb arenât getting any younger,â she said matter-of-factly. âYou should start thinking about kidsâmake sure youâre putting in the effort, hmm?â Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. âThatâs your house. This is the home Iâm giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Calebâs gazeâsubtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. âMr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.â Calebâs sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. âHow long until we get the final prints?â she asked. âTwo to three days at most,â the photographer replied. âIâll have them shipped directly to you.â Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. âI actually have a personal favor to askâwould you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photosâseveral sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasnât just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasnât sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. âYou can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles weâve done.â Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning conceptsâeach picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. âCa
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasnât disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. âMrs. Smith, donât you want to go on a honeymoon?â she asked one day. âOne of my friends just got married, and sheâs been obsessively researching destinations. âShe even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.â Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. âWhy donât you go visit Dr. Smith at work?âYou seem⊠distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.â Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too oftenâespecially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonightâhe didnât hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last nightâs intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasnât until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. âCongratulations, Mrs. Smith!â âNewlywed bliss, huh?â âThree whole days off? Someone had a good time.â It didnât take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally wellâso well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadnât accepted Hunter, but he wasnât giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelenaâs soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friendâs love life wasnât something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. âShe came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,â he had mentioned casually. âHunter was the one who brought her.â Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotelâif not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
âDid you plan this from the start?â Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. âMm.â Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yesâhe had always been planning this. The biggest change in Veraâs life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasnât just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Calebâs parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Calebâs mother lecturing him. âYour dad and I werenât expecting much from you. With how much ti