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TWENTY SEVEN
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2026-09-28 23:07:21
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My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy THIRTY FOUR
KEONAI’ve had enough of watching Sophia cling to Hardin as though I’m the stranger interrupting their sappy reunion. I know she’s putting on a show just for me, and whatever she wants me to see, I refuse to stand there and give her the satisfaction.I heard the receptionist mention our room number earlier, so I take the fancy elevator and find the room soon enough. But there’s one tiny problem. I don’t have the key. Frustration bubbles in my throat, hot and lumpy. I shut my eyes, refusing to let the tears pricking my eyes fall. Hardin should be here, opening the fucking door and letting me in. Instead, he’s out there gallivanting with his favourite mistress. With a tired sigh, I lower myself onto the bench beside the door and wait. Thirty minutes later, I’m still sitting there when Hardin steps out of the elevator. He comes closer, bringing the sweet scent of feminine perfume with him. Unable to help myself, my eyes rove over every inch of his perfect, powerful body. Why does
My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy THIRTY THREE
KEONASomething tells me Sophia’s presence in Milan, in this very hotel, is no coincidence.Everything about her, from the blush-pink blouse dipping low enough to show off her ample cleavage to the satin skirt with a slit high enough to leave very little to the imagination, feels calculated. Even that breathy, excited voice she saves exclusively for Hardin makes me suspect this entire trip was carefully planned.I stop at the reception, my jaw tightening as Sophia throws herself into Hardin’s arms and clings to him shamelessly. She makes such a spectacle of their reunion that several guests turn to stare.“I’m so happy to see you, Hardin. How are you?”I roll my eyes.A stranger watching the exaggerated interaction would think Hardin just returned from fighting the Second World War. I watch my husband’s reaction to Sophia closely, noting the way his lips curl into the faintest smile, and the way he effortlessly holds her against his chest.Bile rises in my throat, making my mouth w
My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy THIRTY TWO
HARDIN“I just realized I have the habit of keeping things I don’t need…”Those words are still echoing in my mind two hours later, when we’re about to board the plane. The words echo in my mind as I watch Keona choose the seat farthest from me once we’re aboard. She pulls out her sketchbook, slips on her headphones, and starts doodling, making it painfully clear she has no intention of saying a single word to me.There’s a boulder sitting on my chest, stifling my ability to breathe. And I’m only just realizing that it’s been there for the past week, since Keona started acting strange. I close my eyes and remind myself that I’m only doing this because the mother of my child seemed unhappy. Nothing more, nothing less. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I whip out my laptop and start answering emails and rescheduling meetings. This trip came together at the last minute, forcing me to rearrange most of the important work I’d planned for the week.Yet, with a growing sense of unease,
My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy THIRTY ONE
KEONAI must be riding on the waves of stupidity because I actually agreed to go to Milan with Hardin. A part of my befuddled brain screams that so many things could go wrong. I hate Hardin. I do, but I cannot deny the fact that a tiny, small portion of me is still very much attracted to my husband. “Ma’am?” I almost jump a mile when Mina’s voice breaks into my reverie. I look up to find her draped against the doorway, a crisp white envelope clutched in both hands.“Mina? What’s that?”She looks down, blinking like she just remembered she walked in here for a reason.“This came for you, ma’am.”Eyes narrowed in curiosity, I take the envelope from her outstretched hands and open it immediately. The first few lines sends chills down my spine.SUPREME COURT OF THE STATE OF NEW YORKCOUNTY OF NEW YORKIn the Matter of the Divorce of:Keona Beverly Cromwell,PlaintiffAgainst Hardin Reagan Cromwell,Defendant.SUMMONS WITH NOTICEA loud whistle goes off in the back of my mind, coveri
My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy THIRTY
KEONAMina gasps like I just accused her of blasphemy.“Madam, that is just preposterous. Mr. Cromwell would never do such a thing.”My eyeballs swivel back to my bags.“So why…?”“Well, Mr. Cromwell informed me this morning that he’d love to take you on a five-day trip to Milan.”I pause for a moment, my brows furrowing in confusion. “Uh…what? Why would he do that?”Mina seems taken aback by my obvious lack of enthusiasm. “Madam, aren’t you excited? The boss personally planned this trip for you. He was up since four this morning, making sure everything was in place, and—”“That’s enough, Mina.” The gruff baritone comes from behind me. My shoulders stiffen as the sound of heavy footsteps draws closer, until my heart is pounding hard enough to feel like it might break through my ribs.Exactly five seconds later — I know because I’m counting them in my head like an absolute freak — a wave of heat settles against my back, followed by Hardin’s familiar scent.“I’m taking you to Milan,
My Daughter Called Another Woman Mommy TWENTY NINE
KEONAA part of my brain recognizes that I’m in big trouble, that I should probably climb out of Hardin’s lap before my alcohol-induced mind forces me to do something I’d regret. Like grinding my throbbing pussy against his juicy dick print. Or licking the happy trail that disappears into the waistband of his slacks. I try to back away, but my brain is too fuzzy. My arms are weak. And the exhaustion that weighed me down earlier suddenly returns tenfold, making my bones feel heavier than usual.My gaze drops to Hardin’s chest, then lingers on the tantalizing cord of muscle standing out along his bicep.But I force myself to look away.I’m far too tired to start thinking about why being this close to him still affects me.So instead, I curl into him, resting my head against his chest and letting my drooping eyes finally fall shut.“Five minutes,” the sleepy mumble falls from my lips. “Please hold me for five minutes.”A second later, I feel Hardin’s fingers slip into my hair, gently
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