My Pregnant Ex-Wife Returns

Caesar Anderson was a man of undeniable charm and magnetism. With his striking looks, sharp intellect, and successful management of the family business as CEO, he seemed to have it all. Grace was convinced that marrying such a man was a stroke of luck. Despite the lack of love in their marriage, she held onto the hope that one day she would be cherished by Caesar just as she had cherished him."My son...you've become thinner than the last time," Caesar's mother said cunningly and made him sit down. Meredith was known for her possessiveness over her son. Mainly because Caesar was her only son and heir to everything."Mom, what do you expect huh... our brother isn't happy," This time it was his little sister who spoke, casting Grace's unpleasant glance. All hopes were soon reduced to ashes. As they gathered around the dinner table, Caesar's family, with their sharp tongues and cunning ways, made their presence felt. From his manipulative mother to his two conniving sisters, each seemed

~Five Years Later~The City of London was aglow with the enchanting lights of luxury. The night was still young, but the atmosphere was charged with excitement. In the heart of the city, at the most prestigious hotel, an extravagant event was unfolding - an evening party unlike any other.As guests mingled and revealed in the opulence surrounding them, a remark floated through the air, acknowledging the host's unparalleled party-throwing skills."No one is capable of throwing a party quite like you, Caesar," someone exclaimed, their admiration evident. Caesar, dressed in a black tuxedo raised his champagne flute midair and smiled. He was the epitome of sophistication and wealth, looking pleased by the compliment. With a sly grin on his face."It's our company's anniversary... I thought it fitting to throw a grand dinner party, allowing everyone to indulge and enjoy themselves." There was a cunning undertone to his words, suggesting there might be more to this event than meets the eye.