Mag-log inMy husband was not fully conscious from anaesthesia after waking up from surgery, and he started spouting nonsense. I laughed while recording his comical reaction, but while helping him into a chair, I paused when I heard him calling for his son. "Be a good boy, all right? Daddy is busy." My smile froze, and I was stunned. We had been DINKs for 10 years. When did he get a son? My hands trembled as I turned on his phone. It was the first time I was looking through his phone in our years of marriage. When I browsed the phone’s data, I found a private album filled with intimate photos of him with another woman and a child. It was a boy who looked very similar to him, and the timestamp on the photos indicated that the boy was three. All three of them were smiling happily, but their smiles hurt me. He had once told me with conviction that he hated kids and did not want to be tied down by family, which was why he convinced me to be a DINK. However, I now knew that he was not really sincere about being a DINK; he just did not want to have kids with me.
view moreI did not end up in a relationship with Jenna's son, but we did become close business partners.His name was Carl Turbin, and he was a young man who had acute business sense and a global perspective. The first time we met, he gave more than a dozen suggestions on how to operate my private kitchen even more efficiently."Your cooking is like art, Willow, but when it comes to business, you need standard practices and operating procedures. We can duplicate this art and introduce it to the world."His words ignited a fire within me that I thought had been extinguished.When we first started working together, we argued almost every day. He would stand in my kitchen with a stopwatch to calculate how long it took for a dish to be served, and he would insist every piece of meat was precisely the same thickness.As for me, I would dump all of his standard operating procedure documents into the garbage bin and insist that every dish has to be based on the chef's inspiration and emotions."
Since then, Chuck never came to see me again. I found out from Jenna that he had left the city with his mother. No one knew where he went. He was like dust that vanished into the vast sea, and my life returned to normal.My private kitchen business started to boom as word got around. Many people came not only for the good food, but also to hear the story of the legendary owner of the private kitchen. I did not hide my past because, despite the pain, it helped me to grow. I was the only one who could give myself a sense of security. A year later, I received a stranger's call while trying out a new dish. "Hello, is this Miss Lyon? There's a man called Chuck Jameson with us. Something happened to him, and we're calling you because you're his emergency contact."My heart sank. Chuck was dead, and the ten years we were together got buried with him. When I arrived at the police station, the police told me about his death. Chuck had returned to what he did best to pay his debts. He
After Jenna left, I sat alone in the empty garden to watch the sunset.That was when my phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number, but somehow I knew that it was him calling. I picked up the call, and a familiar yet strange voice spoke, "Willow…" It was Chuck. His voice was hoarse, tired, and contained a tinge of despair that sounded like life had worn him down. "C.. Can I come see you?" I was silent for a moment. "All right. Come to my private kitchen tomorrow at noon." Chuck appeared in front of my private kitchen doors on time the next day. He had lost weight and looked darker. He was wearing a white t-shirt that looked like it had been washed too many times, and his hair was in a mess; the bright look in his eyes was long gone.He stood at the door, looking flustered, and hesitated on whether to enter.I opened the door. "Come in."Chuck walked into the garden and looked around at the tasteful design. There was a complicated look in his eyes. "You… You've done well fo
I hired someone to investigate Candice, and it turned out this woman had a past more complicated than I had imagined.Candice was not a frail, pitiful woman waiting to be saved. She was a conwoman who targeted men. Before she met Chuck, she had been dating several men simultaneously, and Edwin's biological father was a wealthy businessman with whom she had been involved.She had used her son to get close to Chuck because he was rich and had potential, and she was looking for something long-term.Chuck was too smart for his own good and thought he had everything under control, but he had no idea that he had been bringing up another man's son. I delivered the paternity test result anonymously to Chuck, who was in a horrible fix because of his debts. I wanted him to know that the so-called family he had given up everything and betrayed me for was nothing but a joke from the very start. I wanted him beaten to the ground.When Chuck received the report, he went crazy and dashed to Candi






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