A Calamity Called Love

When I got out of the taxi, a message from our business partner came through, saying they had already arranged for someone to greet me at the company entrance.

When I walked over, I realized the person waiting there was none other than my ex-boyfriend from five years ago, Roy Henderson.

At that moment, Roy was standing at the front entrance with several subordinates, holding up a welcome sign.

As I approached, Roy and the people with him all froze.

"Roy, isn't that your ex-girlfriend, Sylvia Foster? Why is she chasing you all the way to your company now?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Roy's face before it quickly turned into smug satisfaction.

"Back then, she begged me not to break up with her. In the end, I had to leave outright just to get rid of her. It hasn't even been that long, and she still managed to track me down."

After hearing that, everyone looked at me with open disdain.

"How can a woman be this desperate? She drove Roy away, and she still won't let go. Even if you want to get married badly, this is too much."

"She probably fooled around too much when she was younger and now wants a decent man to take her in. Good thing Roy got out early."

Seeing how well dressed I was, with my makeup flawlessly done, someone stepped forward and tugged at my clothes.

"Wow, you can actually afford something this nice? Don't tell me you're pretending to be rich just to impress Roy. Did you even take out a loan for this?"

I let out a cold laugh and slapped his filthy hand away. I knew exactly why they were so shocked.

Back then, I had been nothing more than a worn-down housewife trailing behind Roy, staying home full-time to manage the household for him. I never had the energy to take care of myself.

My clothes had been unfashionable to the point of embarrassment.

When Roy cheated, the blame automatically fell on me. To them, I was a useless woman who couldn't keep a man.

However, that was long in the past.

After going abroad, I was fortunate enough to be noticed by a leading designer in the field and went on to become an internationally renowned designer.

I had countless works under my name.

Judging by their reactions, they clearly had no idea that the person they were here to welcome was me. After leaving the country, I deliberately changed my name to make a clean break from my past.

Now, my name was Sarah Foster. Sylvia Foster was gone for good, and I had nothing to do with Roy anymore.

When I remained silent for a long time, a woman who used to be close to me back then stepped forward to speak up.

"Sylvia, you disappeared for so long. Roy was actually pretty anxious over the past few years. I even heard him asking around about where you were."

At her words, the smile on Roy's face stiffened for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, his smug expression returned.

"You came at just the right time. Ava just had a baby and is still in postpartum recovery. Since you don't have a job, you can go over and take care of her."