Chapter 46BIANCA’S POV“Okay, thank you for telling me.” “I’m always at your service Mrs. Bianca,” he bowed slightly.I turned away from him, took a deep breath and pulled the luggage to my room, trying to keep a stoic expression. I didn’t understand why Richard was still angry. I know I ruined his expensive iPhone but it was an accident. If there was anyone that should be angry in this situation, it should be me. And not him. Instead, he should be apologizing, trying to win me back and make up for being a cheat.I entered my room, closed the door, and quickly started unpacking, hoping to find something casual to wear. I wanted to unpack everything and arrange them neatly, but time wasn’t on my side. I had to meet Mr. Sam before it was late. He closes for the day by 6 pm because he is time-conscious and values rest, and I also needed to figure out a way to arrange a ride for my parents before 4 pm.I opened the first luggage and my face scrunched up in irritation on seeing it was p
Chapter 47BIANCA’S POV I bit my lower lip, glancing around as if searching for help. It dawned on me that I didn’t consider setting up the location we’d meet before calling him. I have only been in this part of the city for a day and don’t know any place other than this penthouse apartment. “Give me two seconds,” I told him, pressing the phone to my chest to mute background noises. I quickly headed to the kitchen to seek help. A plate of scrambled eggs with spinach and tomatoes and a tall glass of milk awaited me on the dining table. Gideon had prepared everything really quickly. I could see why Richard hired him or did he work for the hotel? I shifted my gaze from the breakfast to Gideon. Despite the tempting meal, I might just have to skip it as the case may be. Gideon was wearing an apron and busy doing the dishes. I wasn’t sure if he heard me come in. “Gideon…” I called out quickly. He turned off the tap and faced me. “Mrs Bianca,” he smiled widely and freely as if I were a
Chapter 48BIANCA’S POVUpon entering the coffee shop, a sigh of relief escaped me as I looked around and noticed that Mr. Sam hadn’t arrived yet.The coffee shop was a comfy spot with warm-coloured walls and cosy, mismatched furniture. The air inside carried with it the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the tempting aroma of snacks and desserts. Pleasant voices from the background radio kept customers informed about the latest news, mixed with occasional music and commercials playing during breaks.The countertop was filled with delicious tempting pastries and desserts, and the baristas behind it looked friendly and easy-going, always smiling while chatting with customers. Overall, the place was a great hangout spot and perfect for striking business deals and getting some work done. I was happy that Gideon recommended it.I went to the counter and reserved a table for two. For my order, I wanted something different for the afternoon, so I chose an iced latte and a
Chapter 49 BIANCA’S POV I wasn’t sure if sharing my marriage problems with this stranger called Bernard was the right thing to do, but I can say that the entire conversation with him felt like a weight lifted off my chest. I could breathe properly, knowing that I had someone who understood my pain. Someone who understood how I felt. Someone who didn’t judge me and make me feel like I was overreacting in all of this. After today, I was certain I wouldn’t see him again. We didn’t know anybody close to each other, so there was no need to worry about him snitching though he didn’t look like someone who would do that. “Wait…wait…” he gestured his hand in the air to stop me from speaking further as if everything I was saying was overwhelming and too much for him to process. “You mean Richard is your husband… Richard Smith, the only son of Alpha Castriel Smith, ruler of this kingdom,” he leaned forward, his eyes widening in shock. “Yeah,” I said, my brows creasing with curiosity and puzz
Chapter 50BIANCA’S POV I was seated several inches away from the entrance door of the shop, but facing directly toward it, so spotting Mr. Sam was easy. Bernard wanted to speak, but I gestured for him to hold on, then stood up and waved for Mr. Sam to see me. He acknowledged with a nod and began making his way toward me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to Bernard as I sat back down, my expression turning sour. “My guest is here.” “Ok,” he shrugged his shoulders to show it was no problem. “I guess I should be taking my leave then.” As he began to rise, I reached out and took his hand, gazing up at him. “Please we’ll continue this conversation. I need to know who that girl was and what Richard did to her.” He nodded with a somewhat solemn expression on his face, and I let go of his hand. “In that case, I think we should exchange digits to keep in touch,” he said, reaching down his pocket to grab his phone. “Ok,” I concurred, opening my purse to grab mine. He grabbed my phone swiftly,
Chapter 51BIANCA’S POV“Fuck,” I paused my meal and winced, momentarily squeezing my eyes shut when he said that. I didn’t expect him to be upset about not being invited to my wedding and take it that personally. It caught me off guard.But it wasn’t my fault, Richard was to be blamed. He was the one who wanted a minimal guest list, not me. If it were up to me, I would have invited the whole city and made Mr. Sam a special guest and a witness at the wedding. But Richard wouldn’t allow that, he picked the witnesses himself.“I’m really sorry, Mr. Sam,” I apologized, feeling like I wish I could have done something to prevent this mess. It never occurred to me something was missing since he was usually busy and hardly around. Dad didn’t remind me either. I feel like a fool right now. “It wasn’t my choice. Richard wanted a minimal guest list, and you were often busy. If it were my decision, I would have asked you to be a witness. You know that, right?”The waiter interrupted by deliveri
Chapter 52 BIANCA’S POV “Wow,” Mr. Sam blew out a breath, looking overwhelmed. “That is a lot.” I didn’t say anything. Instead I reached for my purse and tried to bring my phone out. "I won't pry into why you need all this information," he said. "Because like I said earlier, I won't meddle in your marital matters. But for whatever your reason is, just ensure it is for a good cause. Make sure you're doing the right thing," he added with a dry smile.I looked up at him on opening my purse and without thinking twice, firmly said, “Trust me, Mr. Sam, I am doing the right thing.” He shrugged and let it go. That's one thing I liked about him – he's easy to persuade and doesn't talk too much or ask too many questions. Unlike my parents, especially my mom, who likes to know every detail, from the beginning to the end.I opened my photo gallery and scrolled through pictures of Richard I found online and saved in my phone. The first one was a cool solo shot of him at the beach, lounging on
Chapter 53BIANCA’S POV“Why?” My face twisted with disappointment. “Why is it not possible?”“Considering your husband’s position and status, it will take longer time for me to dig through and find all the info I can about him,” he explained.I paused for a moment, giving it a thought. I thought that will make things easier because his life will be all over the media and won’t be a secret, so finding out everything about him won’t be that much of a problem. But Mr. Sam knew better. If he wanted more time, I’ll give him more time. I don’t want to rush him. If I do, the information he’ll gather might not be complete and sufficient enough.“Fine,” I agreed with him. “So how long will it take you?”“Let’s say two three days,” he estimated, seeming unsure but later came to a conclusion. “I’ll get you everything you need in not more than three days.”“Deal,” I beamed and brought my hand for a handshake to seal our decision and conclusion. He hesitated a bit before bringing his forward. I