A little while earlier...After dinner, Roger took his beloved home, mindful that she shouldn’t exert herself in her current condition. Once alone, he turned on his phone and was shocked by the number of messages and missed calls from Fabian. Confused, he opened one message, and panic set in. He quickly headed back to the office.The message read: [Your father is here. Come back quickly.]This was a bad sign. His father hadn’t been to the office since handing him the presidency unless something serious was happening.Upon arrival, Roger noticed the employees avoided eye contact, which annoyed him. However, he couldn't react—it was likely his father’s doing. He strode to his office and found his father making Fabian work while reviewing the day's tasks.“Well, well… finally gracing us with your presence,” his father remarked sarcastically as Roger walked in.Roger frowned but quickly thought of an excuse to calm his father. “Sorry, Dad. I was delayed because I was taking Mom home.
“If you knew the truth, you wouldn’t call her that.”“What truth?” Roger asked, confused, as his father had always hinted at something when it came to Deborah.“I don’t know why you ask, since you should know,” his father said angrily. “Ungrateful child, you better stop this nonsense. You’re only ruining our name.”“I’m not ruining anyone or anything. If anything, it’s that mute who—”“Deborah,” his father interrupted, seething.“What?”“Is it so hard to call her by her name?”“I’ll never call her by her name, so you should understand how much I hate her.”“You do know that to fully inherit the company, your grandfather asked for a grandchild.”“Well, don’t worry, Dad. I have great news: you’re going to be a grandfather soon,” Roger declared happily.“What…? Is Deborah…?”“No, of course not,” he said with disgust.“What… but you said…” His father’s eyes narrowed. “Wait, are you saying your mistress is pregnant?”“Yes, and that’s why I’m divorcing Deborah to make Sophia my
“Wow… this place is beautiful,” Caroline said, awestruck.Deborah was equally amazed by the private neighborhood Jayden had brought them to.“I’ve heard about these private houses. They’re like something out of a dream,” Christian commented, observing the spacious homes around them. The air was filled with a familial atmosphere, and the environment felt safe with security guards patrolling the streets and the neighborhood entrance.“My father calls them ‘homes for the “not-so-rich” rich,’” Jayden joked. “This was my first project as president. It’s for people who are wealthy but don’t want to live in a huge mansion with servants. They want security, but also privacy and a sense of community. Here, you get a private space, a community of neighbors, some local shops, and strict security 24/7.”“I’ve heard about this concept. They call them 'homes for the rich poor' on TV,” Caroline said excitedly.“Yeah, it was a big hit when it launched and it’s still popular. Our properties have a
“What do you mean, prepare? Prepare for what?” he asked, confused.[It’s a secret.]“Oh… how mysterious,” he chuckled. “Hey, Deborah, do you think that, um… well, you know… when you’re officially divorced, maybe you and I…”[Jayden, I see you as a good friend.] Deborah smiled sadly.“I know, but… could you give me a chance?”[Well, I…]“Hey, don’t worry. I know it’s early, but I want you to consider me in the future because you seem like a perfect woman, beautiful inside and out,” he said, moving closer to gently caress her face with the back of his right hand.[Jayden…] Deborah blushed at his words as it was the first time someone had called her beautiful.“I understand it’s sudden, but my feelings are real. I even learned sign language and Morse code just to communicate with you naturally, instead of making you carry around a notebook all the time.”She felt a bit embarrassed by his confession, remembering the first time she met him when she knocked on his door asking for he
Deborah felt a slight shiver, but she tried to push her anxiety away from her mind because no one would come to yell at her anymore. She approached the mirror in the living room, where she smiled at her reflection.‘Don't be afraid, Deborah. This is the first step to finding your own happiness,’ she told herself.For the first time in a long time, she finally managed to sleep early and didn't set her alarm because there was no one left to attend to. The next morning, she woke up early, feeling a bit startled to find herself in an unfamiliar room, but then relaxed as she remembered it wasn't a dream... she had truly left that apartment and Roger behind.‘Well, today is my first day in my new life,’ she thought, smiling as she got out of bed to take a shower. Upon stepping out, she noticed the few clothes she owned, which were seriously old and worn out. She decided that if she was going to change her life, she should start with her appearance and wardrobe.With that plan in mind, sh
[It's not that.] Deborah said."Huh?" Jayden looked puzzled.[You've already done so much for me, so I'm the one who wants to invite you to dinner.]"Oh, well, in that case, I gladly accept," he said, using a flirtatious tone in his voice.[Is 8 o'clock okay for you?] Deborah asked."I'll be here punctually, neighbor," he said, winking.Just then Caroline arrived, so Jayden bid farewell to both before getting into his car and heading to work."You know, he's a handsome guy," Caroline commented, analytically eyeing Jayden.[Carrie…] Deborah complained, giving her a gentle tap on the shoulder. [You're married.]"And? Enjoying some eye candy doesn't hurt anyone. Besides, there are two 'buts' in this drama.""Two?""I love my Chris, and Mr. Eye Candy seems to care a lot about you," Caroline said.[I know... but I can't reciprocate his feelings as he wishes.] Deborah admitted."Hey, relax, even I know you'll need some time. But candidate number one has my approval," Caroline sa
Meanwhile, Roger was furious. He had a rough night and released his anger by destroying everything in his path. And, to worsen his mood, he noticed that his morning was very different from others because neither his clothes for the day nor his breakfast were as usual... realizing that maybe Deborah wasn't as useless as he thought—she was a good homemaker."Ugh... argh... why does everything have to be so complicated?" he complained, massaging his forehead after ending the call with Sophia. He truly wasn't in the mood, and hearing his beloved yell at him only made his headache worse."Um... Roger," Fabian called him nervously."What's wrong?" Roger asked."Well, I took care of that folder you gave me.""And?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."Unfortunately, it's legal, and we can't stop it or make it disappear because the lawyer she hired moved quickly, and it's already been filed.""WHAT?!" Roger exclaimed, standing up. "And how the hell did she hire such a good lawyer? I made sure
"That's amazing, son, congratulations," Isabelle said, embracing Roger. "I'll finally be a grandmother and—""That's disgusting!" Elliot interrupted. "I'll never see that crazy woman's child as my nephew.""Elliot," his mother scolded him. "Don't speak like that.""Isabelle, don't scold my son because I think the same," George said. "I won't acknowledge that child as my grandson, and Roger, start packing your things from this office.""But Dad, you can't...""George, what are you doing?""I'm fulfilling my father's will. Since this useless man can't take care of his marriage, he has no rights anymore. Not to the presidency, not to my fortune.""What?!" Roger and Isabelle complained."Darling, you can't leave your son on the street.""I think that's where he needs to be for him to act like an adult.""Are you going to leave him on the streets?" Isabelle asked, alarmed."No, the apartment he lives in is his, so he has somewhere to stay. But he can't come back to our house beca