Lessie's POV "Heh, look who's here. It's the former Mrs. Green. I can't believe I'm actually seeing her after all this time," a voice called out.I stopped in my tracks but didn't turn around right away. I stood still until the voice's owner moved in front of me."What? Are you too ashamed to face me?" she sneered. It was Sylvia, an old schoolmate. Back when news of my marriage to Freddie had spread, it had stirred up a lot of bitterness and jealousy among them.I wouldn't have thought much of Sylvia, except she made her bullying towards me painfully obvious—and all because of... sigh.I could imagine how thrilled many of them must have been when they heard about my divorce five years ago."What do you want?" I asked, straight to the point."Nothing much, just happy to see how you got dumped in the end. It’s quite satisfying, actually.""Is that all?" I responded, unfazed."Lessie!" Sylvia snapped, clearly irritated by my indifference, but I didn’t care."What?""You're acting like y
Lessie's POV After showering them with hugs and kisses, I still found James and Jasmine clinging tightly to me."Alright, that's enough," I said, gently peeling them off as I stood up."Are you hungry?" I asked, knowing it had been hours since their morning meal, and after all their play, they must be feeling hungry by now."Yes, Mommy," they both nodded, and I glanced around. Thankfully, the spacious room had a small kitchen; otherwise, relying on hotel meals all the time would have been a bother."Okay, Mommy will make us something to eat," I said, heading towards the kitchen. But James suddenly spoke up."Mommy, you're going to cook?" he asked, and I casually nodded without turning around."But where are the groceries?" he added.I quickly turned back, clicking my tongue in realization. "Oops! I can't believe I remembered to buy my dress and other goodies but forgot the groceries," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. The kids burst out laughing at my forgetfulness."You're laughing
Lessie's POV I blinked to regain my composure before heading to our table. How did I let that slip into my thoughts? It must be a different Freddie—or even if it’s the same one, it shouldn’t matter to me.“Oh my, Lessie, you look stunning today!” Lucy exclaimed, standing up to hug me. Even Charlotte and David joined in.“Thank you,” I replied, admiring Lucy's wine-colored dress. “You look gorgeous too, Lucy.” She blushed, and I greeted Charlotte, David, and the others before taking my seat.A server passed by with a tray of drinks, and I grabbed a glass, sipping slowly while checking my phone.Suddenly, someone snatched the phone out of my hand. I looked up, almost annoyed.“Benjamin? You took my phone?” I asked, confused as I stared at his frowning face.“Yes, I did,” he replied without hesitation.“Why?” I questioned, still puzzled.With that, my other colleagues, who had been chatting amongst themselves, turned to watch us.“Do you really not know?” Benjamin asked, sounding a bit
Lessie's POV “Freddie!”It was really him… standing right in front of me. Our eyes locked for a moment.I forced myself to stay calm, even as my head throbbed with pain. Slowly, I stepped back, keeping my gaze lowered, then turned and started to walk away as if I hadn't seen him at all.Running into him like this was unexpected and irritating, but I knew I needed to leave immediately.Just as I was about to walk away, relieved that I hadn’t been stopped, I felt a hand grab my arm.“Lessie,” he said, blocking my path.I sighed but kept my eyes down. I just wanted to get out of there, as if our paths had never crossed.“Lessie,” he repeated, his voice insistent.“Excuse me, can you step aside, please?” I asked, glancing at the door he was blocking with his body.After speaking, I suddenly felt the temperature drop. Was it because of him? I was curious but resisted the urge to look up.I fiddled with my hands, waiting for him to move, but he stayed rooted, like an immovable object.I wa
Lessie's POV “Mr. Rodriguez, could there be a misunderstanding?” I asked suddenly, disrupting the stunned silence around me.I could see the surprise on my colleagues' faces, they were shocked that a billionaire like Freddie, owner of an entire conglomerate, had decided to partner with us. But for me, it was more than surprise; I was in a state of panic.How… how could he have partnered with us? No, this can’t be happening.“No, there’s no mistake,” Mr. Rodriguez replied calmly.“I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken. Adding new companies wasn’t part of our original plan,” I continued, my words spilling out in a rush as anxiety tightened my chest.“You’re right; we hadn’t discussed this before. But Mr. Green approached me just a few minutes ago, and we agreed to the partnership today,” Mr. Rodriguez explained, but I could barely focus, frustration building inside me.“But you… you can’t just add someone in like this,” I said softly, a headache beginning to throb at my temples.All I wa
Freddies POV“Why are you standing? Come and sit with me,” Mom said.“Uh, is that okay?” Judie’s voice followed, and I could hear them as I approached the living room.I sighed, a headache forming at the sound of their voices. I wanted to turn around and quietly leave, but Mom had already seen me.“Ah, my son, you’re back already,” she said, stopping me in my tracks.I couldn’t slip away unnoticed anymore, so I stepped inside, handing my suitcase to the servant.I sat down on the sofa, deliberately keeping some distance from them, and loosened my tie. “Water,” I instructed.The servant had just gone to drop my suitcase in my room, so I expected her to bring me water after that.“I’ll get it for you,” Judie suddenly said, springing up before I could stop her, and she hurried off to the kitchen.I sighed in frustration. Mom noticed and tried to soothe me.“Son, I know you’re upset, but Judie just wants to bring you water.”“Please, Mom, not this again,” I said, rubbing my throat, unwill
Lessie's POV Adele had finished cooking and served everyone at the table. Since there wasn't a dining table, we made do with the only table available.Even though Jasmine had just eaten chocolate, she devoured her food hurriedly. At first, I was amused watching her eat, but I quickly cautioned her, worried she might hurt herself."Sweetheart, don’t rush your food," I said gently."Okay, Mommy." Jasmine replied obediently. I glanced at James, smiling as he ate modestly and neatly.Once we finished eating, I took the plates to the kitchen and washed them quickly. Adele had also finished, so I washed hers as well.When I returned to the room, the kids were already lying on the bed. Adele looked at me and asked, “Ma’am, when are you leaving?”I sighed, unsure of what to say. No one truly knew, so I just smiled as I walked in. I couldn’t let them sense how my night had been ruined at the party; the kids might unfairly blame themselves for something beyond their control.“Ma’am?” she calle
Lessie's POV “Don’t ‘Freddie’ me! Don’t think you’ve hidden everything so well—I know everything now!” he shouted furiously.I had already calm myself, but his yelling only brought on a heavy headache.Why on earth is he shouting?“Just ignoring me at the party yesterday, that’s what you thought would get under my skin? You’re despicable!” His voice cut through the phone, laced with anger, his heavy, furious breathing even audible.“Could you please stop shouting and speak calmly?” I asked softly, trying not to escalate things further. I couldn’t understand his fury, or why he was calling me after all this time. And yet, all he could do was yell.Unexpectedly, frustration welled up in me. How could his first call in years be filled with shouting? Then again, what did I really expect from someone who despises me?Without thinking, I snapped back, “Enough!” Silence fell on the other end, and I could sense his shock. “Now, can you tell me how you got my number?”I scowled. I clearly rem
Lessie's POV James crossed his arms. "That still doesn't answer my question," he said, his voice both firm and a little childish.I let out a sigh. "Tell me, what do you want to hear?""I want to know why you got into that car," he asked, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.I fidgeted with my fingers. A part of me wanted to lie, but the way James was staring at me made me feel like he wouldn’t believe it."James," I paused,But before I could continue, Jasmine suddenly stepped in front of me, a deep frown on her face."Don't listen to James, Mommy. You don't have to answer him," she said, gripping my sleeve with her small, soft hands.Then she turned to James. "Stop bothering Mommy," she scolded.James shrugged. "How am I bothering Mommy?""You're making Mommy uncomfortable by asking where she went when you know she doesn’t want to say," Jasmine said, her small voice rising.Her words caught me off guard, and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had thought I was hiding it well, but
Lessie's POVI opened my mouth to speak, but Benjamin cut me off, leaving me speechless."Don’t tell me it’s nothing," he said seriously.I couldn’t blame him. He knew that’s how I usually brushed things off."I’m not," I assured him with a smile. "Let’s leave here first."I wasn’t sure where the kids were, so I let Benjamin lead the way.Thankfully, he nodded and walked ahead to his car, which was parked down the street.Neither of us spoke as he started driving. I rolled down the window and rested my elbow, enjoying the fresh air on my face. A small, satisfied smile appeared on my lips.We stayed silent for a long time. I wasn’t sure how long until I felt the car slow down.Confused, I glanced at Benjamin. He let out a frustrated sigh.I blinked, then looked outside. We weren’t in a residential area.He had stopped the car in a quiet place—no pedestrians, no cars."Ben—" I barely got a word out before he turned to face me, making me flinch."You’re not going to ask how I found you t
Lessie's POV I bit my tongue.It was clear that she had noticed someone standing there, but now that she was actually looking at me, she seemed unsure.She blinked as if to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “You’re… Lessie?” she asked hesitantly.I pressed my lips together and didn’t reply.Hearing her voice and seeing her face brought back unpleasant memories.Freddie’s mother had never liked me.She never once treated me kindly or wanted anything to do with me. To her, I was a stain—someone unworthy of being her son’s wife.Back then, it used to hurt. I had tried so hard to prove myself to her.But not anymore.Now, I was surprised to realize that I felt nothing toward her.I stared at her."Aren't you Lessie?" she repeated.Just like before, I stayed silent. That question wasn’t for me to answer, it was her son’s problem, not mine. It wasn’t like I wanted to be here anyway.Crossing my arms, I remained indifferent.When I didn’t respond, she turned to Freddie. "She’s Lessie,
Lessie's POV We both turned and saw the housemaid who had served me upstairs.I wanted to smile at her, but Freddie's next words made me blush in embarrassment."Where's the tray of food? I hope it's still in the kitchen," he asked her.She blinked in confusion. "But sir, you—"Freddie cut her off. "You what? I just hope the food is still there. You can warm it up and eat later since someone here says she's not hungry.""And I'm sure that someone still hasn't eaten. Her stomach must be so full," he added, his eyes fixed on me, making my embarrassment worse.I avoided his gaze, looking anywhere but at him. What was he doing?Yes, I'd refused to eat when he asked, but I didn’t really mean it. So why was it a big deal if I ate the food later?The room suddenly fell silent. None of us spoke, and he kept staring at me.The awkwardness was finally broken by the housemaid’s cough.Her expression showed she understood what Freddie’s was up to."Sir, I need to clean the kitchen now. Bye." Wit
Lessie's POV The househelp flinched in fear at the sound of my voice. I quickly offered her an apologetic look, knowing that it was my fault for raising my voice, though I was still suspicious.“Ma’am, I’m sorry,” she said softly.“You can pretend you never heard my question. Just… please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, her eyes already brimming with tears.As I looked at her, my expression softened. Despite being a housemaid, she appeared quite young, or maybe it was just my imagination. Perhaps I had overreacted.Replaying her question in my mind, I realized it wasn’t as bad or suspicious as I had initially thought. It might have simply been a harmless question.“I’m not angry,” I assured her. “And I’m sorry for overreacting.”Hearing my words, she finally calmed down.“I’ll be leaving now.” She fiddled with her hands before turning to leave.“Wait,” I quickly stopped her. “Don’t you want to know who I am?”“You’ll tell me?” Her dull eyes suddenly brightened, and I nodded.“Actually,
Lessie's POV A dull ache throbbed in my head as I struggled to open my eyes, only to find myself in an unfamiliar room.The ceiling looked different from what I was used to. Frowning, I glanced around in confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings.Just as I thought I would remain in this dazed and blank state for a while, a flood of memories rushed back to me.“Oh… so I fell asleep in his car?” I recalled following Freddie to his house. He had been so persistent, and I couldn’t risk him seeing the children.“But… who carried me inside?!” My eyes widened in shock as the realization hit me. It was Freddie. Again.Gosh. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.I took another look around as I stood up. This room was nothing like the one I once lived in.It was obvious—Freddie had changed the entire design.I continued scanning the space, from the bedroom to the bathroom. Every corner of the room passed through my scrutiny. I should be worried about how to leave, but I knew panicking
Freddie's POVWhen Lessie agreed to come with me, I was completely stunned. I never expected those words from her. I had braced myself for a battle, thinking I’d have to fight tooth and nail to get her to follow me, but instead, she agreed so easily.Even now, with her sitting in my car, it was hard to believe she was actually here.My eyes remained fixed on her as she slept. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t look away. Her long lashes rested against her fair skin, her soft, rosy lips slightly parted, it was impossible not to notice every detail.Everything about her seemed to be calling me closer, daring me to do something.I exhaled sharply and shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.With effort, I clenched my hands together and turned to stare out the window.Yet, the ride home felt unbearably slow. I kept stealing glances at Lessie, unable to resist.Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the dim car lights. Bit by bit, I found myself leaning toward her. This time,
Lessie's POV “You still have nothing to say?” he asked again, irritation clear in his voice as I remained silent.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. His words made it seem like I was some heartless woman running away from him as if he owned me. But that couldn’t be further from the truth!“No, I don’t,” I exhaled before responding.“Lessie!” He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage.I knew my attitude was getting under his skin, but I couldn’t care less. He should just leave already so I could return to my kids. They must be waiting for me.“Just say whatever it is you need to say and let me go. You're clearly wasting my time by standing in my way. Yes, I’m leaving, and so what? It’s none of your business.” I snapped.“Oh, you want me to say whatever’s on my mind?” he asked, smirking. His voice was dangerously low.Something about his tone made my stomach twist. Whatever he was about to say, I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it.“Fine,” he said coldly. “I’m tak
Lessie's POV We had barely stepped into the airport when we spotted Benjamin with his luggage.He waved at us, and we waved back before making our way toward him.When we reached him, Jasmine beamed at him. “Uncle Benjamin,” she greeted sweetly.“Baby Jasmine, how are you?”“I’m fine.” Jasmine’s smile widened.“What about you, boy? You good?” Benjamin asked James.“Mm, good,” James muttered.Benjamin wasn’t offended. He already knew how James felt about him.Even though I knew Benjamin wasn’t upset, I still flashed him an apologetic smile.“Alright, are we ready to go?” Sensing the tense atmosphere, I quickly changed the subject.“It’s not our flight time yet. We should wait in the waiting area.”“Oh.” I nodded in agreement.He took the two pieces of luggage from my hands, and we followed him to the waiting area.Jasmine, seemingly energized from her two-hour nap, left my side to sit with Benjamin. She immediately launched into a conversation about our shopping trip.“Uncle Ben, you