It was all just teasing. No one truly meant it. After all, a woman accompanying a man to such occasions wasn’t necessarily a future wife, She could just as easily be a passing fancy. After all, wasn’t that what men often did? The laughter grated on Jamie, her brows knitting tightly together. She found it revolting. Then Ben’s cold, clear voice sliced through the room, abruptly silencing the laughter. “Actually, there is someone.” The room froze. It was as if someone had yanked the strings of a puppet show, and all the performers had stopped mid-act. “Cough… cough, my mistake,” stammered the man who had been leading the jokes, his voice cracking as he desperately tried to recover. “I didn’t realize this young lady held such a position.” Jamie, naturally, didn’t care for their opinions, but Ben’s quiet, unwavering defense warmed her heart. Though it was a dinner meeting under the guise of drinks, the reality was clear that it was all business. And Ben, with his positio
In a company as large as theirs, there weren’t many people dressed as sharply as that. At most, there were only two. Jamie guessed the figure outside the door wasn’t Noah. With a faint smile to her assistant, she said, “It’s probably Ben. After all, I’m his secretary. It’s only right to support my boss.” The assistant nodded, thinking her reasoning made sense. Outside, Ben raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling into a satisfied smile before walking away. After the distinct glimpse of his suit disappeared, Jamie’s smile deepened. Saying something like that to make him happy once in a while wouldn’t hurt. *In the blink of an eye, Charlie had already been attending kindergarten for over half a month. Jamie called his teacher, Miss Georgia, to ask about his behavior at school, only to be met with glowing praise. “Charlie’s mom, you have no idea. Charlie is the easiest child I’ve ever had to look after. He’s just wonderful,” Miss Georgia gushed. Hear
Charlie had the smallest rolling pin. The three of them sat around the table, earnestly rolling out dough for ravioli. Charlie poured all his energy into it, his little hands pressing down with all his might.“Charlie, you don’t need to push so hard,” Jamie said, her tone warm and encouraging. “Watch how Mom does it, okay?”She guided him patiently, her gentle expression lighting up the moment. Ben, seated across from her, paused in his work to watch the scene, captivated without even realizing it. Jamie, oblivious to his gaze, focused on teaching Charlie.After some practice, Charlie began to get the hang of it. They rolled out the sheets of dough, cut them into squares, dusted them with flour, and set them aside for filling later.“That should be enough,” Jamie said as she stood up, stretching her back after being hunched over the table.Ben reached over to her without warning. She instinctively dodged, but he pressed her gently back into place. “Hold still. You’ve got some fl
Charlie needed to ease into seeing Ben as his father figure. That way, when the truth came out, it would be easier for him to accept. Yet, guilt still weighed heavily on Jamie.“Today, when he asked me, I almost told him. I didn’t even think about how to explain later why his dad didn’t acknowledge him,” she said, her voice tinged with remorse.Ben gently pulled her into his arms, letting her rest against him for comfort. “If anyone should feel guilty, it’s me, not you.”Sure enough, Charlie grew even closer to Ben. What started as admiration for someone kind to him and his mom had shifted into complete trust and reliance, like a child with his father. Jamie noticed the changes, too. Her relationship with Ben, often nudged by Charlie, became increasingly intimate. She felt a mix of unease and warmth but couldn’t find the words to address it. Before she could make sense of her emotions, something happened. Her mom, Linda, was rushed to the hospital.“How is she? Last night, she
Jamie watched the bustling streets outside, her eyes clouded with a hint of sadness. Ben noticed and felt an inexplicable discomfort. Without a word, he gave the waiter a subtle nod. “Bring out all your signature dishes,” he instructed.The waiter paused, momentarily stunned, before breaking into a broad smile. “A big spender! What a lucky day,” the waiter silently remarked.Soon, the table was filled with steaming dishes. The strong and spicy aroma made her eyes water. She quickly moved to sit next to Ben.He glanced at her, a teasing lilt in his tone. “A moment ago, you could barely bother to engage, and now here you are, sitting closer. I guess no one forced you. You just couldn’t resist.”Jamie paused for a moment but chose not to argue. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Still, the playful exchange lightened her mood.As the dishes came out, Ben barely touched the food himself, instead piling Jamie’s plate high. Before long, her bowl was overflowing.“Enough, really,” she said hast
Before long, Jamie found herself holding a diamond bracelet, her fingers brushing against the surface. Bitterness swelled in her heart as she looked at the familiar bracelet. This was something Linda had given her many years ago. After Linda, had gone missing, Jamie had stored the bracelet away to avoid being reminded of her loss. Yet, after all these years, it had found its way back to her, as though completing a circle and returning to its starting point. When she brought the bracelet home, Linda was amusing herself in the living room. With Charlie at school, she had to find ways to entertain herself. Though Linda’s mental state was comparable to that of a five-year-old, she seemed perfectly content playing on her own. Still, Jamie couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache every time she saw her mother like this. “Mom, I’m back,” Jamie said, holding the bracelet out to her. “Look what I found. Do you remember this?” Linda’s eyes lit up as she took the bracelet. “Br
Charlie had even asked his classmates at preschool about their grandmothers, curiously comparing them to his own. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his grandmother was quite different. None of his friends’ grandmothers behaved like a child, playing games or speaking in such an unclear, disjointed way. But Charlie didn’t mind. In fact, he adored his grandmother just the way she was. Seeing Charlie nearby, sticking close to Linda and watching over her, Jamie felt reassured and continued selecting groceries. Just as she decided she had everything she needed and was ready to check out, a commotion broke out nearby. "Hey, this old lady stole something! Somebody grab the thief!" “That’s not true!” Charlie’s voice rang out, loud and defiant. “My grandma isn’t a thief! You must have dropped it, and she picked it up to look at it.” The accuser was a middle-aged woman with her young daughter in tow. As an adult, she easily dismissed Charlie’s protests and placed al
The woman’s expression flickered with unease. “Are you trying to scare me with that?”“Whether it’s a scare or not depends on your actions,” Jamie replied, her tone sharp and laced with sarcasm. “An item left unattended is a lost possession to some, but to others, it might look like bait. Since when is returning lost property a crime?”The woman’s expression darkened as she realized she was losing the argument. The murmurs from the surrounding crowd began to shift in tone.“You’re just trying to dodge responsibility!” the woman snapped, her voice growing shriller. “I’ve never seen someone so shameless. Instead of feeling guilty, you stand there acting so self-righteous.”"You’re throwing baseless accusations at my mom, and the fact that I haven’t torn into you yet shows how patient I’m being. Do you actually expect me to be polite about it?" Jamie shot her a look that practically screamed, “Are you even hearing yourself?”The woman’s breath hitched in frustration. With a clench
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” 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. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” 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 composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t 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. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her 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. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s 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 hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” 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. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle 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. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s 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. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t 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 wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each 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. “Ca
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 wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” 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 often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t 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 night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t 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. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” 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 hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t 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 Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti