After discovering the truth hidden in the photo album, my heart was filled with countless questions. I tried to recall the events of that day in detail, but the images from the past were too blurry to piece the story together completely.
All I knew was that I was involved in that boy's accident, and Phupha was also present. That might be the reason he hated me so much, and not just because of our past.
The next morning, I woke up feeling uneasy. I went down to the dining room and found Phupha already seated, as usual. I tried to act as normal as possible, but my gaze couldn't help but steal glances at him frequently.
He was quietly reading the newspaper, his sharp features as cold and distant as ever, which kept me from daring to ask anything.
"Today, I have to go check on a construction site out of town," Phupha broke the silence. "I might be back late."
I nodded absently, my thoughts still revolving around the photo album from last night.
When Phupha left for work, I spent time in the library again, trying to find something that could answer the questions in my mind. I opened the same photo album, turning to the boy's picture repeatedly.
'Who exactly is he... and what exactly happened that day?' I tried to recall. The image of the boy crying for help still haunted me.
I remembered he seemed sickly, and it appeared Phupha was very attached to him... so much so that he would do anything to get revenge on whoever caused that boy pain.
The growing sense of guilt in my heart became almost unbearable. I didn't know what to do next. Should I ask Phupha directly and risk provoking his anger and vengeance, or should I keep this truth to myself forever?
As I was lost in thought, my phone rang. It was the hospital.
"Ms. Linin, Mr. Thana's condition has worsened again," the nurse's voice on the other end was filled with worry. "The doctor is examining him now."
My heart sank to my ankles. 'Father!'
I immediately rushed out of the mansion, not caring if there was a car or anyone to drive me. I hailed taxi after taxi until I got into one and headed to the hospital urgently.
Tears streamed down my face the whole way. I prayed for my father's safety, hoping I would reach the hospital in time.
When I arrived at my father's recovery room, I saw the doctor talking to the nurse with a solemn expression.
"Doctor, how is my father!?" I asked, my voice trembling, so anxious I could barely control myself.
"Mr. Thana's condition deteriorated slightly, but it's stable now," the doctor replied. "It's likely a side effect from the initial surgery. We need to monitor his condition closely."
I let out a huge sigh of relief, but anxiety still gnawed at me. My father's declining condition only made me try even harder to preserve his life.
I sat by my father's bedside until late evening. Physical and mental exhaustion washed over me, but I still had to be strong—for my father, for my son, and for the life I was currently facing.
When I returned to the mansion late at night, I saw the light still on in Phupha's study. I walked past the room quietly, not wanting to disturb him.
I went up to my bedroom, took off my clothes, and collapsed onto the bed. Exhaustion quickly pulled me into sleep, though even in my dreams, the image of the boy in the photo and Phupha's cold eyes still haunted me.
My misunderstanding of Phupha continued to grow. I didn't know what he was truly thinking, and I didn't know how this one-year contract would end.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. Phupha's words, "I want to know everything about that woman... and what happened four years ago," still echoed in my ears. I knew he couldn't be talking about any other woman but me.Suspicion and fear overwhelmed me, making it hard to breathe. I knew I couldn't keep Nong Time's secret forever, but I wasn't ready to face a truth that could destroy everything I had tried to protect for four years.The next morning, I woke up feeling exhausted from lack of sleep. I tried to act as normal as possible, even though my heart burned with worry.I came down to the dining room. Phupha was already sitting there, as usual, his expression so unreadable that I couldn't guess what he was thinking."I have meetings all day today," he said without looking up. "You can go wherever you want, but you need to be back home before 6 PM, as before."I nodded, not saying anything further.After breakfast, I immediately rushed to visit my father at my rental room. The safe
After the encounter with Phupha at the hospital, my heart wouldn't stop pounding. I knew that my lie about visiting a friend probably didn't make him any more suspicious, but I still worried he might have noticed something or found a flaw in my story.I walked into Nong Time's recovery room. He was fast asleep on the small bed, his face a little pale, but his high fever was gone. I gently held my son's small hand, a wave of love and concern washing over me."Nong Time's not too bad, don't worry," Kaew said softly. She must have seen my worried expression."I feel so conflicted, Kaew," I replied faintly. "I don't want Nong Time to go through something like this. If Phupha knew the truth...""Don't worry too much," Kaew squeezed my hand tightly. "I'll help you protect Nong Time. We absolutely won't let anyone find out about this."Kaew's words brought me some comfort. At least I still had a friend by my side, always ready to help.I stayed and took care of Nong Time until his condition
Weeks passed. Life in Phupha's mansion remained constant. Surprisingly, I had adjusted to the loneliness and being by myself. Visiting my father at the hospital and talking to Nong Time on the phone were daily routines that kept my heart strong.My father's condition improved so much that the doctor allowed him to recover at home. I decided to bring him back to our old rental room to avoid burdening anyone and for his own comfort."Linin... you don't have to tire yourself out so much," my father told me gently as I arranged his medication. "I don't want to be a burden to you.""What are you saying, Father!" I feigned a stern voice. "I can take care of you perfectly well. You're the one who needs to rest more."Despite the exhaustion from balancing caring for my father and maintaining my role as a nominal wife at Phupha's mansion, I felt happy every time I was near my father. At least I was still fulfilling my duty as a good daughter.One day, I received a call from Kaew, my best frien
After that day when I tried to explain the past to Phupha, but to no avail, the guilt and frustration only gnawed at me more. I knew that making him understand and forgive me would be incredibly difficult.Life in Phupha's mansion continued in silence. Our relationship remained strictly according to the heartless contract. He was like the owner of the house, and I was merely a resident sheltering under his roof. No words were exchanged beyond necessity, not even glances that lasted too long.I spent most of my time in the library, seeking refuge from the loneliness and discomfort that permeated the house. Books became my best friends at this time. They transported me to another world for a while, a world where I didn't have to think about my son's secret, my father's recovery, or Phupha.I still visited my father at the hospital every day. His condition was steadily improving, so much so that the doctor said he might be able to return home soon. That was one of the few pieces of good
The new morning began with a heavy heart. I had decided that I would try to make Phupha understand the lingering past. Learning about Nong Pete and the tragedy of the Worathana family changed my perception of Phupha. He wasn't just a ruthless CEO seeking revenge; he was also someone who carried immense pain and loss.Today, Phupha didn't leave for work early as usual. He was sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper, his gaze distant as he stared out the window."Mr. Phupha?" I approached him slowly, my voice so soft it was barely audible.He turned to look at me, his impassive face making it impossible to read his thoughts. "What is it?""I... can I talk to you?" I mustered the courage to speak.He nodded slightly, remaining still, not inviting me to sit. I stood there, feeling nervous."I... I've read about your family... and about Nong Pete," I began slowly. "I'm sorry for what happened."Phupha's eyes changed subtly. The coldness vanished for a moment, replaced by an unexpla
After that night, when I saw the photo album and vaguely pieced together the past, I felt like a heavy stone was weighing on my heart constantly. The newly discovered truth kept me awake for several nights. I tried to recall every detail of the event that day, but I was still unsure if I understood everything correctly.Doubt gnawed at my mind, making me want to know more about Phupha and Nong Pete's story. I wanted to know what exactly made Phupha so angry with me, beyond just our personal history.The next day, I remained in the quiet mansion. I decided to try and find information about Phupha and his family. I walked to the library again and searched for books about the business of the 'Worathana' family, which was Phupha's surname.I spent almost the entire day in the library, scanning through various books and documents related to the Worathana family, hoping to find some clue that would unlock the mystery in my mind.Finally, my eyes caught an old newspaper article collected in