ログイン(Mason’s POV)It was my father’s voice. I turned around and saw him standing there with the rest of my family. Why were they here? I wasn’t expecting them.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice tight with anger.“You haven’t been taking our calls, and you haven’t visited us,” my father replied. “So of course we decided to come here.”I hadn’t spoken to them since that meeting... the day my father’s foolish decision cost us our shares. I didn’t even know how to face him anymore. He had brought shame on me.“I know you’re angry,” my mother said softly, “but don’t you think you’re angry at the wrong people? We are your family, Mason.”I almost laughed. Family? The same family that kept ruining my life? They were part of the reason Patricia left me. They never treated her well.My father sighed and rubbed his temples. “You’re angry about the shares, I understand. But the person you should really be angry with is Patricia.”“Exactly, Mason!” my mother added quickly. “She’s
(Mason’s POV) “Pat…” I murmured as I watched her car drive away. The tear I had tried so hard to hold back finally slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, but it did nothing to ease the pain inside me. My eyes were red. My chest felt so tight that I could barely breathe, and my heart ached deeply. I walked weakly to my car and sat in the back seat beside Liam, my thoughts racing. I had run into Patricia this afternoon at Liam's school. She had come to pick up Raymond’s child, and I had followed her immediately because I desperately wanted to talk to her. We hadn’t seen or spoken to each other since the night I fought with that traitor who stole her from me. I only wanted us to talk things through, but I couldn’t believe the things she said to me. I thought she would at least see my sincerity after I told her that Rose and Liam would be moving out. But she didn’t seem interested at all, as if it no longer mattered to her. “Have I lost her forever?” I whispered, my chest
(Patricia’s POV) “Patricia,” the voice called. I knew that voice. It was Mason’s. Why did I have to run into him today? I already had so much going on today, and now I had to face him too? I let out a weak sigh and slowly turned around. Mason stood there with his son by his side. I had forgotten that his son also attended this school. Of course, Mason had come to pick him up too. “How… how are you doing, Pat?” he asked quietly. I didn’t respond. How I was doing had nothing to do with him anymore. I folded my arms tightly across my chest and stared at him, waiting impatiently for whatever reason he had for stopping me. There was still a small bandage on his nose and a few bruises on his face. His nose had been broken that night, but it wasn’t as swollen anymore. My eyes moved between him and his son. The little boy stared at me with wide, curious eyes, as if trying to remember where he had seen me before. I had nothing against the child. He was innocent, even though his existe
(Patricia’s POV)“You mean to say you found these on the grave?” James asked, his eyes widening.We were at the office now, and I had just told him about the pictures. He picked them up from the table and stared at them in disbelief.“And that man I saw… maybe it was him,” I said softly.James looked at me, even more surprised. He hadn’t seen the man. If he had, he would have followed him.“But I don’t understand why he was hiding. Why didn’t he want to meet me?” I murmured, confused.“Maybe it wasn’t Alonso you saw,” James said, trying to ease my thoughts.He was only trying to stop me from overthinking. But if it wasn’t him, then who else could it be? Besides, I had seen someone like him days ago at the airport. Was that also a coincidence?I sighed and rubbed my temple. “Maybe,” I murmured in agreement, then picked up the file in front of me. “Anyway, who sent this document?”James cleared his throat. “It’s from Mr. Kane, ma’am.”A small smile curved my lips as I leaned back in my
(Patricia’s POV) Three days had passed, and I was still here pretending I didn’t feel empty with Raymond away. And I knew I wasn’t the only one... Julie missed him too. I was fully dressed for work, and Julie was ready for school. It was just the two of us now… well, until our big daddy returned. Julie held my hand as we walked out of the house. But the moment she saw Timothy, her face dropped, understanding what it meant. She looked up at me with sad eyes, her lips forming a small, cute pout. I sighed and crouched down to her level. “I’m sorry, princess. I really can’t take you to school this morning,” I said softly. “Timothy will be taking you.” “But I promise I’ll pick you up after school,” I added quickly. I didn’t want her to be sad even for a second. “And then we can eat ice cream together.” Her face lit up immediately when she heard that I would come to pick her up. I smiled and gently tapped her nose. “So, how does that sound?” I asked teasingly, raising my eyebrows.
(Patricia’s POV) I opened my eyes and realized I was still in Raymond’s arms. My head rested softly on his chest, and his hand gently stroked my back. He was already awake. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said, placing a warm kiss on my forehead. I smiled softly and snuggled deeper into his arms. I always loved being there. His arms made me feel loved and safe. “Good morning, honey,” I replied with a sweet smile. It had been a few days since we returned from the villa, yet neither of us had gone to work. We had stayed home together, loving each other and taking care of one another. I wished we could spend more days like this... maybe even the whole week... but Raymond had an important business meeting abroad. He would be leaving today. “Did you sleep well?” he asked quietly. I nodded and finally lifted my head to look at him. He was smiling, his eyes filled with happiness. That smile always warmed my heart. I had never seen him smile like that at anyone else, and I was starting t







