Chapter 5

I can hardly believe that I’ve been working at Mr. Lorenzo’s house for a month already.

Liam is now eight months old, he’s becoming increasingly active and clings to me as if I were his own mother. That shift has actually made Mr. Lorenzo treat me better.

Even though the work is incredibly demanding, I feel truly grateful whenever I see the salary notification hit my account.

"Aunt Margaret, I’d like to take some time off," I said one afternoon.

"In your case, you have to ask Mr. Lorenzo directly. Not just any maid can step in and do your job."

"All right," I replied obediently.

Usually, after putting Liam to sleep, I would leave the moment Mr. Lorenzo appeared. But this time, I gathered the courage to stop him.

Before I could even open my mouth, however, Mr. Lorenzo spoke first.

"What is it? If you have something to say, just say it," he said bluntly.

"Mr. Lorenzo, I’d like to ask for some time off."

"Is it something important? You can't exactly leave Liam behind."

"Yes, it is important," I answered honestly.

"What is it?" I took a breath, then mustered the courage to look up at him.

"Tomorrow, I have to go to the civil registry office to handle my divorce papers."

Mr. Lorenzo fell silent, his eyes unblinking.

"Fine, but once you're done, you must come straight back here," Mr. Lorenzo ordered.

"Understood, Sir."

The next day, I said goodbye to Aunt Margaret and the other housekeepers.

They were incredibly supportive, they all knew my story—about losing my child and my husband’s infidelity.

"You’re still young, dear. And you’re beautiful, too. Don’t worry,one day, you’ll find a better love," one of the aunts said reassuringly.

"Yes, thank you for your well-wishes."

I truly have no family left in this world, but since I started working here, I’ve felt like I have a family.

Aunt Margaret and the others treat me like their own niece. After quite a long journey, I finally arrived at the civil registry office.

Not long after, Lucian and Larisa appeared. Lucian’s gaze seemed so sorrowful, as if he were saddened by the divorce—yet, at that very moment, another woman was clinging to his arm.

It was utterly ridiculous.

"Elara, where have you been living this past month?" Lucian asked.

His look of concern seemed genuine, but to me, it felt hypocritical. I could never forget how he had ignored me and my baby just to attend to another woman who had merely sprained her ankle.

"You don't need to know, what matters is that my life has been much better since separating from you."

"That’s impossible. You have no one and no work experience. Tell me—did you become a loose woman just to survive?"

Lucian interjected suspiciously. I smirked, his way of thinking was truly vile. Yet, I responded calmly.

"What I’ve become is none of your business. But there’s one thing you should know. I am not a cheap woman who goes around stealing other people's husbands!" I retorted sarcastically.

Larisa looked offended, but she didn't dare talk back because the people around us were laughing at her.

"Lucian, let's just get this divorce over with!"

After waiting in line for an hour, it was finally Lucian’s and my turn.

"Elara, do you have any regrets about divorcing me?" Lucian asked before signing the papers.

"What is there to regret about losing a cheating man?" I scoffed. "You’re the one who will eventually regret wasting a woman as sincere as me!"

LI signed without hesitation, and Lucian followed suit. We were now officially divorced.

I clutched the divorce certificate tightly, fighting back tears. The pain still lingers, especially remembering how our three years of marriage had always been happy and harmonious.

"Elara, if you run into financial trouble later, just give me a call. After all, I’m a career woman with plenty of savings," Larisa said, deliberately taunting me.

Before I could even reply, my phone rang. It was a call from Mr. Lorenzo.

"Turn around! Liam is crying and looking for you."

I turned around immediately, Mr. Lorenzo’s luxury car was already parked in front of the civil registry office. Any intention I had of retorting to Larisa vanished. My only thought was to get to Liam right away, as it was time for his feeding. I left without a word.

Lucian and Larisa looked stunned as I stepped into that incredibly luxurious car—the kind of vehicle Lucian could never afford, even if he worked at the company for a lifetime.

"You're finished with your business, right?" Mr. Lorenzo asked as he handed Liam over to me.

"Yes."

"I’m moving to the front, nurse Liam now. He’s been fussing non-stop!" Mr. Lorenzo ordered.

"Yes," I replied obediently.

Mr. Lorenzo then moved to the front seat with the driver and raised the privacy partition. One of the reasons I truly enjoyed working as Liam’s wet nurse was that Mr. Lorenzo held women in such high regard.

"Liam, darling. I’m sorry to keep you waiting. You must be thirsty, right? Come on, have plenty of milk."

Liam immediately opened his mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I stroked Liam’s head affectionately. I had missed my little charge terribly, even though we had been apart for less than five hours.

Liam slowly began to drift off to sleep, but the quiet atmosphere was shattered when he suddenly bit down hard on my nipple. I screamed in pain, it felt as though my nipple was being torn off.

Mr. Lorenzo opened the privacy partition, realizing what was happening, he immediately came to the back to help me with Liam.

But Liam was still asleep—it seemed he was having a nightmare. The harder I tried to pull away, the tighter he bit down.

"Liam, let go!" Mr. Lorenzo said, trying to help me.

I hurriedly buttoned up my shirt, feeling deeply embarrassed that Mr. Lorenzo had caught a glimpse of my breasts.

"Driver, to the hospital!" Mr. Lorenzo ordered.

"There's no need, Mr. Lorenzo.

It's just a minor scrape," I protested.

"You need to get it checked out!" Mr. Lorenzo insisted, looking visibly worried.