Dominic’s POV“Stop, hand the documents to Mr. Lance,” I said coldly to the manager giving her presentation.My voice was sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had already had enough of her swaying her hair like she was on a fashion runway. The boardroom was filled with directors, department heads, and executives who were trying to concentrate on the details of a multi-million-dollar project, yet here she was tossing her hair and shifting her shoulders like she was posing for cameras.It irritated me. Every flick of her hair, every forced smile, every attempt to look appealing instead of professional grated on my nerves.This wasn’t the place for that.We are in the middle of an important meeting, and all she does is swaying her hair like a dog wagging its tail,” I thought bitterly.“Get out,” I snapped angrily. My voice echoed in the room.The atmosphere shifted instantly. Silence fell. Some executives exchanged uneasy glances, others lowered their eyes, pretending
Anastasia’s POVI stood watching Marceline leave the ice cream shop, holding her son’s hand. My brows pulled together in confusion. Her behavior today was unlike her.When I told her about my divorce, she didn’t react the way I expected. Usually, she would hug me, comfort me, tell me everything would be fine. But today… nothing. She hadn’t even called me for days. I was always her shopping partner on weekends, but last weekend, silence.What is happening? I bit my lip. Could she be suspicious of me? Did she already suspect my affair with Philip?I shook my head quickly. No. I had always been careful. She couldn’t know. Maybe Philip mentioned divorce to her, and she is still in denial. That must be it.I scoffed under my breath. Typical Marceline...arrogant and proud, just because she was born into wealth. But her arrogance will soon disappear. Once the divorce is finalized, Philip and I will marry. I can’t wait to see the shock on her face when she realizes she has lost everything. I
Marceline’s POV The ride home was quieter than usual. Normally, I would be chatting with Roman but my mood was heavy. My heart pounded in fear after meeting that man...the man from the club. I never thought I would see him again, and definitely not this soon. Was the city so small that we had to run into each other? Or… was he following me? My hands trembled on the steering wheel, and the fear inside me doubled. “Good for you, Marceline,” I cursed under my breath. “You’ve fallen into the hands of a stalker.” Now that he knew I was married, would he start blackmailing me? Would he appear again? “Mummy! Mummy!” Roman’s little voice dragged me out of my storm of thoughts. I blinked, realizing he must have been calling for a while. “Yes, Rome,” I said quickly, forcing my voice to sound calm even though it shook a little. My eyes stayed fixed on the road. “Can you get me ice cream, mummy?” he asked, pleading as if he already knew I would refuse. He knew I hardly allowed h
Dominic’s POV I sat at the back of my car as the driver pulled into the school. This was Mathew’s new school. Richard had told me it was the best in the city, and also the same school where his daughter Kiara attended. It had only been a few days since I decided to remain in the country. I had brought Mathew back with me, and today was his very first day here. I hadn’t dropped him off myself this morning. Instead, I had an early meeting at the company to officially announce my return. Mathew hadn’t been happy about it. His little face had been sulky, his voice quiet when he said goodbye. I had promised him I would come pick him up personally after school, and that was why I was here now. The car stopped, and I looked around through the tinted window. The place was calm, neat, and well-organized. Children were coming out in groups, their laughter filling the air. A few parents stood around waiting for them. “Go get him,” I told my driver. I had no plans of stepping out. “
Marceline’s POVI walked straight to the closet as soon as I entered the bedroom. Without wasting time, I changed out of the clothes I was wearing into something far more fashionable. Today, I had plans...shopping for outfits and jewelry.There was this new brand in town that Celesta had been raving about. So I decided to check it out...typically the kind of thing a wealthy housewife would do.I paused before the standing mirror, admiring myself. Gorgeous, I whispered, smiling at my reflection. I grabbed my bag, slid in my payment cards, and picked up my car key.“Ready to go,” I murmured to myself as I headed downstairs.But the moment I reached the bottom step, my chest tightened with scorn. Philip was still standing exactly where I had left him earlier, frozen in thought. He hadn’t even moved.“Wait, Marceline,” he said as I was about to walk past him. His voice was calm now, nothing like the shouting earlier.I let out a tired sigh and stopped.“Why are you doing this?” he asked,
Marceline’s POV “Marceline! Marceline!” I heard Philip shouting my name from upstairs, but I ignored him. My focus stayed on the woman standing before me. “I have gone through the file, and I must say, I’m impressed,” I said calmly, placing the file beside me. “Thank you, ma,” she replied gratefully. "You will start work tomorrow…if that’s okay with you,” I told her, stressing the words deliberately. I didn’t want her to begin the job with an unprepared mind. She would be working as our housekeeper, and honestly, it was long overdue. I could not keep breaking my back washing and cleaning the entire house by myself, pretending everything was fine, just to please Philip who hated the idea of hiring help. “Yes ma, it’s very okay with me,” she answered quickly, her face filled with joy at being hired. “Good. See you tomorrow.” I dismissed her with a nod. She bowed slightly, gratitude written all over her face, before she walked out of the house. The moment the door click