All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gregory got out of the car, followed by Natalie.Anathea looked away. Angling her body, she picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip.All the employees in the store stopped what they were doing. Walking to the entrance of the store, they arranged themselves into two rows. Then, they bowed respectfully as they greeted, "Mr. Sinclair."Gregory nodded slightly. The general manager led him and Natalie to the second floor.As soon as they walked away, the employees on the first floor began whispering among themselves.One of them said, "I didn't expect the legendary Mr. Sinclair to be so young and handsome. He's the man of my dreams!"Another replied, "Give up. Didn't you see that young lady next to Mr. Sinclair? Her beauty and demeanor make her a perfect match for him. We have no chance at all."Someone said, "I heard that Mr. Sinclair once spent a hefty sum of 150 million dollars to purchase a famous blue diamond ring at an auction. It was probably meant for that lady!"The ot

Anathea looked in the direction of the voice. Natalie was coming down the stairs, and Gregory was walking a short distance behind her. Their footsteps were almost in sync.It looked like they'd woken up together, washed up together, and then come downstairs together. Sure enough, as Anathea had guessed, Gregory had spent the night in Natalie's room.Anathea averted her gaze away from them.Meanwhile, Xander immediately shifted his attention from Anathea to Natalie. "Good morning, Ms. Whitman!"Picking up the plate of pancakes Anathea had made for him, he ran up to Natalie. He was eager to share it with her. "Mom made this. Try it, Ms. Whitman!""Sure." Natalie glanced at Anathea. Then, she smiled as she picked up a piece and took a bite. "This is nice.""Right?" Xander grinned. "If you like it, I'll ask Mom to make some for us next time. You can eat all the pancakes you want!"Anathea didn't say a word as she quietly ate her breakfast."I didn't expect you to be so good at cook

Hearing Xander's words, Anathea let out a quiet, mocking laugh in her heart. She'd thought that after starting school, he would gradually change. When he'd apologized to her the other day, she'd secretly felt relieved, believing that, at the end of the day, he was still her son—he couldn't possibly be so heartless as to push her away completely.But now, it was clear she'd been too naive. In Xander's eyes, she was nothing more than an embarrassing mother who could never compare to the exceptional Natalie.Anathea didn't answer his question and instead turned to look at Gregory, who was casually flipping through the documents in his hands. He occasionally texted Martin with revisions. As always, he was distant and indifferent, acting as if none of this concerned him.She averted her gaze, already understanding the situation. Gregory had never publicly acknowledged her as his wife, so there was no way he would suddenly start now and let her show up with them. That was also precise

Thinking back, Anathea realized that if Gregory ever found out she'd secretly taken photos of them, he'd probably make her delete every last one on the spot. That was how much he avoided being seen with her—whether at their wedding or now, during their impending divorce. It was no surprise that no one ever believed she was actually Mrs. Sinclair. Anathea smirked at the thought, but thankfully for her, none of that mattered anymore. She no longer cared about titles or labels. In a month, she'd be leaving the Sinclair family for good."Here, try my creamy white fish chowder!" Brisa suddenly said. Then, she clapped her hands, signaling a maid to bring over the dish. The rich, savory aroma filled the air immediately.The soup was a velvety blend of flaky white fish and tender potatoes, with hints of leeks and garlic, simmered to perfection in a creamy broth. Crisp pancetta added a subtle smokiness, while earthy mushrooms balanced the flavors. It was garnished with fresh chives.An

"But—" Anathea wanted to say that now wasn't the time to expose her status. After all, the last thing she needed was more unnecessary trouble. The abduction incident still haunted her, and she never wanted to go through anything like that again."No buts!" Isabel cut her off without hesitation. "Anathea, you can't back down. Just think about it—you're gorgeous, you've got an amazing figure, and you carry yourself with absolute grace and elegance. That other woman is nothing compared to you!"Before she could continue, the sound of a gentle piano melody floated through the air.In the center of the garden, a woman in an elegant sky-blue gown sat at the grand piano on a stage surrounded by blue roses. Her slender fingers danced effortlessly across the black and white keys, each note forming a melody so mesmerizing that it seemed to take on a life of its own, wrapping around her before drifting outward.The beautiful rhythm resonated through the crowd, captivating everyone who lis