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2025-06-24 11:00:16“Mm… why is it so soft?” Althea mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyelids fluttered open as a soft morning light filtered in, helping her vision adjust.
Instinctively, she reached around, expecting to find her usual things—her stuffed bunny, the phone she always left nearby so she could check the time the moment she woke.
But something was off.
Wait…
“This isn’t… my room?” she breathed, blinking rapidly in confusion. Was she dreaming? Her senses scrambled to make sense of it all—the feel of the comforter, the plushness of the mattress, and then... that faint, unmistakably masculine scent.
Familiar. Warm. Clean.
Daven Callister.
Panic surged through her chest. What was she doing here? And more importantly—where was he?
“You’re awake?”
His voice sent a jolt down her spine.
Althea turned sharply toward the source. Ther
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"How long are you going to keep turning him down?"The question came from Lydia, who sat across from her, sipping her espresso while pinning Althea with a sharp gaze. Althea let out a quiet sigh, setting her fork down beside her barely touched slice of red velvet cake."I'm not turning him down, Lydia. I just... need more time to think about it."They were seated on one of the plush sofas facing the play area, sipping warm tea and stealing occasional glances at the scene unfolding a few feet away.The café was comfortably busy but not too noisy. Golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floors. The interior was designed with families in mind—soft pastel tones, a cozy play corner lined with thick carpeting, and shelves filled with educational toys, puzzles, and picture books.There, in the middle of it all, was Joshua Grayson. His cheeks flushed, his hair slightly tousled, the seven-year-old laughed in delight as he stacked bu
LAST REQUEST AT MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING [23]
Seven Years Later“Josh don’t push the broccoli aside,” a woman called out, still busy at the stove with her cooking. She hadn’t turned to look, but she already knew—her little boy was probably avoiding the vegetables on his plate.“I don’t like it, Mom,” came a soft grumble from the boy with ocean-blue eyes. His small lips pouted in protest. “Can I just eat everything else but the broccoli?”Althea let out a patient sigh. She untied her apron and turned off the stove before walking over to the kitchen table, where her son sat slumped over his half-eaten breakfast.“Joshua Grayson,” she said firmly, her voice calm but not to be ignored.“Yes, Mom,” Josh replied, slowly lifting his head.“Do you know how good broccoli is for you?”Josh sulked. Of course, he knew... but still.“Just eat a little. Don’t leav
LAST REQUEST AT MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING [22]
“Mr. Daven,” Arsen’s voice broke the silence in the office. “You’re meeting with Mitranesia starts in ten minutes. I’ve prepared all the materials. Have you reviewed them yet?”Daven lifted his head, glanced at Arsen briefly, then shook his head. “Just handle it, Arsen.”Arsen frowned. “Sorry, what?” He caught himself, quickly realizing something wasn’t right. For the first time since working under Daven Callister—disciplined, relentless, detail-obsessed Daven—his boss looked completely... distracted. No, this wasn’t the first time. It had been happening more and more lately, and Arsen had no idea what to make of it.Daven Callister didn’t lose focus. He didn’t hand off meetings like this. He never looked so… lost.Still, Arsen didn’t have the guts to question him.“But sir, this meeting is important. You never—”
LAST REQUEST AT MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING [21]
“Althea?” Lydia bent down, her eyes glistening with tears as she peered at her best friend’s face. “Oh God, you're finally awake.”The overhead light was blinding. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled Althea’s nose as she slowly blinked her eyes open. Her vision was still blurry, but she could recognize the panic in that familiar voice. She tried to smile, though her entire body felt unbearably heavy.“Here, let me help,” Lydia said quickly, supporting Althea as she adjusted herself into a sitting position on the hospital bed. “Careful, Althea.”“Where... am I?”“The hospital. You fainted at the cemetery. You scared the hell out of me!”“I’m sorry,” Althea whispered, trying to give a reassuring smile.“I’m going to get the doctor. Stay right here.”It wasn’t long before a doctor entered the room, followed by two nurses. Both offered gentle smiles as they approached the bed.“Good evening, Miss Grayson. I’m Dr. Felix, the attending physician tonight. How are you feeling? We’ve already
LAST REQUEST AT MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING [20]
“Thank you,” Althea said coldly, her voice calm but distant.The words were meant for Daven, who had insisted on helping her. Lena quietly followed her, walking Althea to the front door. Daven carried one of the suitcases in silence, having said nothing since the scene that unfolded back in the dining room—chaos that had started with his own mother.“I’ll drive you,” Daven finally said.Althea shook her head firmly. “That won’t be necessary. You should focus on your work. I’m sure there’s plenty waiting for you.” She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “The person picking me up will be here any minute now.”“Just tell me where you’re going, and I’ll take you. I’m not letting you leave alone,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.“Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Althea offered a faint smile. “I’m not
LAST REQUEST AT MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING [19]
“Open the suitcase,” Kate ordered again.Felicia and Kalina let out delighted laughs, clearly enjoying every second of watching Althea being cornered and humiliated. For them, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing her powerless—especially when she had no words left to defend herself.“Of course we have to check,” Felicia chimed in, her voice dripping with mock concern. “For the sake of the Callister family’s reputation. After all, someone with your background might be tempted to take more than what she’s entitled to.”Althea remained composed as one of the suitcases was dragged closer to them. “Go ahead. I haven’t taken anything that doesn’t belong to me.”“Yeah, yeah—keep spouting nonsense, Althea,” Kate scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “But if I find even one valuable item in there, you’ll face the consequences.”
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