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As I lay in bed, a mix of regret and exhaustion weighing me down, what Kim told me just left me with anxiety. And as I was about to ask her for solution, a soft knock interrupted me and caused me to look toward the door opening, and there was William, holding Lucas. I instantly saw how relief seemed to have flickered in his expression, but he remained quiet, allowing Lucas to be the first to react.“Mommy!” Lucas wiggled in William’s arms, his reaction was so obvious he was desperate to get down. And the moment William released Lucas, his little feet touched the floor and rushed toward me. I had to quickly sit up as I got scared he might trip, but his small hands quickly reached the bed as he climbed up and threw his arms around my neck. “Mommy, play?” he asked, his voice hopeful as he grinned up at me.Despite everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Soon, sweetheart. Mommy needs to talk with Uncle William for a bit, okay?” He looked at me with a pout but eve
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands as William’s suggestion hung in the air between us. The practical side of me knew he was right: that his idea could save my image from the scandal. But it felt as if something intangible was pressing against me, keeping me from agreeing outright. Pretending to be with William to save my reputation felt like a betrayal towards Leon somehow.Seeing my hesitation, William pulled a chair close and sat down, leaning forward so that he was right at my level. “Margarette, I get it,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to feel bad about considering this. It’s just a cover up. I know what Leon meant to you, and I’d never ask you to forget that.”I looked up, taken aback by his words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…well, I just… I feel like I’d be crossing a line,” I admitted, trying to put into words the unease gnawing at me. “Even if it’s just for show, I don’t want anyone to think I’ve moved on from Leon so quickly. I don’t even
AFTER A FEW DAYS, William was able to arrange a press conference as how he promised me. And this conference was intended for me to be able to clear out my name from that scandal that was completely and obviously a frame up to defame me.The press conference felt like a storm waiting to break. I stood backstage, heart pounding, knowing that the world outside was ready to dissect every word, every glance, every detail William and I gave them. William had arranged this meeting to set the record straight, but I was painfully aware of the risks involved. One slip, one inconsistency, and the tabloids would be running wild with stories for months.And as everything begin, William was beside me, calm and collected as always. He gave me a reassuring nod. “Remember, we’re here to clear this up, nothing more. They’ll push, but I’ll handle it if things go too far.”I took a deep breath, nodding back. “Thank you, William. I don’t know if I could face this without your help.”“Anytime, Margarette,”
The press conference had certainly done its job, and for a while, things calmed down. The tabloids moved on to new stories, and my scandal was reduced to old news. I focused on work, throwing myself into my upcoming projects and grateful that the movie’s production team had stayed behind me. It felt like things were finally slipping back into normalcy, though the idea of a “relationship” with William lingered in the background.A week after the press conference, William and I agreed to meet at a quiet cafe to catch up and talk about our progress. Despite everything, William and I had managed to keep things comfortable. He was good company, and his calm presence was a relief. But I couldn’t deny that pretending to date him left a strange feeling that I couldn’t shake.When I walked in, William was already at a corner table, sipping coffee and reading something on his phone. He looked up, smiling warmly as he saw me.“Margarette, it’s good to see you. How’s everything on your end?”“Bus
It took me having the cold feet to go meet up with william and thankfully, he still had some errands to do at the network station where he was currently working as a project director for the national TV.William was surely a very hardworking person. To be honest, dating him wasn’t so bad. Even though this was all just a set up, I found him to be a very caring and thoughtful partner. Not because we’re good friends, but I found that Willima could really be an ideal man to become a partner.Anyone could easily rely on him without any worry. He was also a faithful man, I never heard about him getting linked to any random girl and above all, a responsible man too. I wouldn’t even doubt he would become a good father when he becomes one.The way he gives so much attention to Lucas was more than enough for me to consider all of this good traits about William. However, he was not just for me. I have already decided no to go seek for any partner now, my sole focus was to raise Lucas.And above a
I walked briskly down the hallway, each step echoing off the walls as I thought of William’s unexpected proposal. My heart still pounded from the confusion and disbelief I felt, and as I reached his suite, I pushed the door open without knocking. William looked up from the couch, surprised, but his face settled quickly into a guarded expression."Margarette," he started, getting up.“No, you don’t get to start,” I cut him off sharply. “What was that out there, William? That…that proposal wasn’t part of any agreement.”He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Margarette, listen. I know it was sudden, and it wasn’t what we planned, but I had no choice.” His voice was calm, rational, as though we were discussing a business deal gone awry rather than my fake engagement.“No choice?” I repeated, incredulous. “There is always a choice. And you chose to put on a show in front of those cameras—one that you know full well I didn’t ask for and certainly didn’t agree to.”William loo
Days passed, and we continued our roles for the public. The engagement was splashed across every tabloid, every entertainment show. "Margarette and William: An Unlikely Love Story," they called it, but behind the scenes, everything felt off-kilter.One evening, Aunt Lou talked to me, her voice light but curious. “So,” she started slowly, “I saw the news. You and William, hmmn?” I could hear the hope in her voice, the expectation that I was moving forward, that maybe William could be someone who’d bring light back into my life. But the warmth in her tone only served to underscore the lie.“Yes and it’s complicated, Aunt Lou,” I replied, not sure how to explain. “Things are…well, they’re not exactly what they seem.”She let out a small sigh, pausing as if she were piecing together what I’d left unsaid. “Margarette, child, you don’t have to explain if you don’t feel like it. I just want to make sure you’re not pushing yourself into anything that doesn’t feel right.”I appreciated her und
I spent the better part of the morning in the living room, trying to focus on a new puzzle with Lucas, who was steadily becoming my little mastermind. He was getting quicker at these, his tiny fingers piecing together shapes with a focused little frown that made my heart swell with love. As I leaned over to help him fit a corner piece, he looked up at me with his wide, curious eyes.As Lucas and I played with his favorite puzzle on the living room rug, he was bubbling over with excitement, his little fingers working to fit pieces together. I loved these quiet moments with him—watching his expressions shift with each puzzle piece he conquered. I thought we were set for a peaceful morning until he glanced up with a question I hadn’t prepared for.“Mommy,” he asked, looking at me with an innocent curiosity. “Why hasn’t Uncle Daddy William come to play? Did he… forget me?”I felt my heart falter. William had been so present in Lucas’s life, even during our tangled, complicated act for the