Six years had passed since the tumultuous courtroom drama that had marked a turning point in their lives. Now, Gerard and Yvette stood quietly at the tomb of Old Master Huxley, a place of reverence and reflection. Yvette held a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the edges of the petals as if seeking solace in their delicate beauty. The morning sun cast a soft glow over the cemetery, lending an air of serenity to the solemn occasion.Beside them stood Abigail, their five-year-old daughter, a radiant blend of her parents' features and spirit. Her curly hair caught the sunlight, framing her cherubic face as she clutched her own bouquet of wildflowers, chosen with the innocent instinct of a child. With solemn grace beyond her years, she placed the flowers atop the tomb, a gesture of love and remembrance taught by her parents.Gerard knelt down beside Abigail, his large hand gently lifting her up to rest on his hip. "Grandpa loves you very much, Abigail,
Abigail sat at her desk in the bustling classroom of St. Jude's Elementary School, the best school in Artea. Her small hands fidgeted with a pencil as she waited anxiously for the morning announcements to end. Today was the day they would meet their new homeroom teacher, and excitement buzzed through the room like static in the air.Principal Thompson entered the third-grade classroom with a poised young woman by his side. “Good morning, class," he greeted warmly, his voice carrying authority yet kindness. "I'm pleased to introduce you to your new homeroom teacher, Mrs. Mia."The students turned their attention to the new arrival, Mrs. Mia, who smiled graciously, her eyes scanning the eager faces before her. She was a striking figure, with dark hair pulled back neatly and an air of confidence that seemed almost too perfect for a classroom setting.Her eyes looked too sharp to be a teacher, but it was soon replaced by warmth when she glanced around the classroom and the array of st
An elegant young lady exited the hospital and quickly got into a high-end black car.“You seem very happy, Mrs. Huxley,” the driver commented with a smile.Happy? She was joyful! After three years of marriage with the love of her life, she finally got pregnant. And this news came just at the right time!Ivy had been in love with Gerard since high school. Gerard Huxley was her senior and the dream boy of every girl. He was handsome, intelligent, with an impressive background. His parents were the presidents of the Huxley group, the most powerful group in Artea, and it was no news that he would be the successor. Not that Ivy cared for the last part.Looking at the report in her hand, the word ‘PREGNANT’ couldn't help but make her feel happy, and her smile grew even wider. Ivy has always been a beautiful girl - big doe-eyes, small plump lips, and a cute button nose, even when she was just a child. Coupled with her sunny and friendly characteristics, it was impossible for one to hate her.
Three years later...A man was seen sitting in his study. The lights were off; the only light filling the room came from the moonlight outside in the sky.The moonlight illuminated the man’s exquisite facial features - thick eyebrows, piercing black eyes as dark as the ink, sharp nose, thin sensual lips, and chiseled jawline. To say that he was handsome was an understatement. He was drop-dead gorgeous and clearly was a man favored by God. Every man envied him, and every lady wanted him.The man had his eyes down, staring absentmindedly at a paper and a photograph in his hand. There was also a white bunny plushie sitting on his desk. Soon, his usually hawk-like eyes were filled with sorrow, despair, and heartbreak.“Ivy...” his soft, hoarse voice sounded from his throat.Yes, that man was Gerard Huxley.He caressed the face in the photograph. The woman in it was beautiful. She was smiling brightly, and her eyes were twinkling with playfulness.“Ivy...” he called out her name again befo
The female voice called him, “Gerard..”Gerard looked toward the source of the voice, and he could see a blurry female figure.“Gerard..” the female voice said again.He could see the female figure coming closer and closer. As the figure was within arm’s length, he reached out his hand and pulled her toward him. “Ivy, I miss you,” he mumbled. How Gerard missed his wife. He wished for her to appear, and here she was in front of him.“Let’s go back to bed, Gerard,” the soft female voice said.Gerard pulled her closer to him, wanting to feel her warmth and smell her scent.The moment the female sat down on his lap, he realized it wasn't his wife. They smelled different. Ivy had a distinct soft smell of roses, but this female’s rose scent was strong. It made him want to puke.He pushed her away abruptly. “You are not Ivy,” he slurred.“Gerard..” the female reached out her hand, but Gerard slapped her hand away.“You are not Ivy!” he shouted with a clear voice despite being drunk.“Gerar
“Home-cooked meals are always better than those cooked in restaurants,” Mia said with a soft smile and gave Gerard the spoon and fork for him to use.“Thank you. I still have some works to do. I’ll eat it later,” Gerard told her without taking the utensils from her.Mia felt embarrassed by Gerard’s words. It was clear that he was throwing her out. Even though she wanted to see him eat the lunch she made for him and was reluctant to leave, she couldn’t force him to do anything. And this has always been the case since three years ago.“Alright. Don't forget to eat it. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mia said and went to the door.“Mia,” Gerard’s deep husky voice sounded, making Mia’s heart skip a bit.The way Gerard called her name was like a seductive voice of a siren. She couldn't keep her calm and wanted to throw herself into Gerard’s arms.She turned around with a sweet smile, thinking Gerard would let her stay, but his next words erased her hope.“I don't want what happened last night to h
When Old Master Huxley heard his grandson’s voice, he stopped watching a video on his phone and looked at his grandson instead.His grandson was perfect. He had a perfect physical appearance, had always been a genius with a high IQ that he was able to skip grades and finish his Master's Degree at the age of eighteen, and had the ability to make the company soar to a new high. The Huxley Group was now the number one group in Artea and was even well-known in other countries.Old Master Huxley wanted to say something, but seeing the cold demeanor of his grandson, he could only say, “Come sit and have dinner.”Gerard nodded like a robot and sat down opposite Old Master Huxley.Once Gerard sat down, the maids started putting the dishes on the table. It was difficult for Old Master Huxley to invite Gerard to dinner. Not that Gerard wouldn't accept his invitation, but because Old Master Huxley knew his grandson hated him, and he didn't want to make him hate him more by asking him to come to t
More than a year of searching and investigating, even the police couldn't find anything. But why did suddenly all the evidence appear now?“You still want to believe that bastard?” Old Master Huxley was fuming, seeing how Gerard was still questioning the evidence right under his nose.“But.. What was his motive?” Gerard’s hand was clenched tightly; he crumpled the papers he was holding.Old Master Huxley quickly took the papers away from Gerard, afraid he would ruin them.“His motive? Did you not read their chats? It’s to make you the sole heir of the Huxley Group and Ivy as his daughter, and your wife will get the benefits!” Old Master Huxley answered with annoyance and especially emphasized the words ‘your wife’ to Gerard.Gerard was too shocked and in a state of disbelief that his mind was blank, and he couldn't remember much of what was written. Hearing his grandfather’s words, he became even more doubtful.Ivy’s family was a wealthy, middle-class family. If Gerard became the sole