Stefan still stared at her in silence. He hoped he had misheard what she said a few seconds ago—but he hadn’t. He couldn’t help but keep staring, waiting for more explanation.“Before we got married, I was already pregnant. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you afterward. But then you had the accident… you became crippled and mute. I was scared for our baby. You wouldn’t be able to do anything for him, so I left. I felt guilty every single day, Stefan,” Bianca cried as she spoke.Stefan was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had a son?“He’s been begging to meet his father. That’s why I moved back—to finally introduce you two,” Bianca added softly.Stefan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.“If you don’t believe me, Stefan, come and see for yourself. Let’s meet for dinner by 7 p.m. I already told our son you’d be there, so please show up.” Bianca gave him a pleading look before walking out of the office.She glared at Griffin, who had be
Beatrice placed breakfast on the table, setting a smaller plate aside for Maxwell.“Good morning, Mummy,” Maxwell came in.“Good morning, baby,” Beatrice kissed his head.Maxwell noticed his mother seemed happier than usual and couldn’t help but ask, “Why so happy, Ma?”“Mummy is happy because you’re going back to school!” Beatrice replied.Maxwell’s eyes lit up. “Really?”“Yes. Your school was found yesterday, and we’ve already finalized all the documents you’ll need,” Beatrice said. “If you eat as fast as you can, I’ll show you your school bag, books, and uniform.”Maxwell gasped and began eating quickly.Stefan came downstairs.“Good morning, Stefan,” Beatrice greeted, then lightly tapped Maxwell. “What did I tell you to do when you see your elders?” she asked.Maxwell sighed, stood up, and gave Stefan a small bow. “Good morning, Uncle.”Stefan barely acknowledged them and simply nodded before sitting down.“Good morning to you both, too,” he said without sparing a glance.“Uncle S
“I haven’t seen you in a long time, but you’ve achieved so much. I’m really proud of you,” Bianca said, handing the award to Stefan.Stefan clenched his fist. Bianca wasn’t just here—she was wearing a red dress that perfectly matched his suit. He was set up. Now he questioned why he even won this award. Was it all just for show?He released his fist. He wasn’t going to give people what they wanted. He accepted the award and walked to the microphone.“I’m truly honored to be the youngest man to win this award. It’s been a dream for years, and it wouldn’t have been possible without relentless effort. My deepest gratitude goes to my employees for their unwavering support.” He paused, scanning the crowd for Dorothy.A flicker of sadness in her eyes—he knew she must have some idea who the woman on stage with him was. He didn’t care that Bianca was standing behind him. He wanted Dorothy, and he wanted to erase that sadness in her eyes.“Most of all, I owe this to the love of my life, my wif
The event room was filled with various CEOs, while the hosts stood on stage with their microphones, keeping the audience entertained."Today, we are gathered to celebrate the achievements of our business owners. You have been the backbone of society. Without your creative ideas and strategies to make the world a better place, we would be as good as nothing," the male host declared, prompting applause from the crowd."Before we begin the first category, let's enjoy a beautiful performance by our beloved artist, Steve Brywood," the female host announced, and the audience erupted in applause, with the loudest cheers coming from the female attendees.Stefan glanced at Dorothy, noticing that she was one of the excited women eagerly anticipating Steve Brywood's appearance."I thought I was the only one who got you this excited," Stefan murmured."Come on, Stefan, this is Brywood!" Dorothy replied, her eyes glued to the stage as the male artist performed."So?" Stefan raised an eyebrow, stil
Stefan squinted his eyes from bed and rolled over, using his hands to feel the space around him—but there was nothing. He immediately opened his eyes, realizing Dorothy was not beside him.“Love,” he called, standing up and heading to the bathroom, but it was empty. He came downstairs and found Beatrice and Dorothy laughing together in the kitchen.“Why are you up so early?” he asked tiredly.Beatrice and Dorothy exchanged confused glances.“What?” Stefan asked again.Dorothy walked toward him and gently touched his forehead. “You’re the one who’s up late. It’s after ten,” she said, pointing at the wall clock.It was indeed after ten. Stefan was surprised because he had never woken up this late before.“You were running a slight temperature. I already called Kia and informed him you won’t be at work today,” Dorothy told him.“Why?” Stefan asked, his eyes urgent.“Because you’re sick,” Beatrice said from the kitchen, whisking something in a bowl.“What are you making?” Stefan asked her
Beatrice hurried back to the car as she heard Maxwell crying outside."Hey, shhh, mummy is here, okay?" she soothed, taking him from Stefan. Stefan silently thanked God. He tried to console the boy, but Maxwell’s cries only grew louder."Did the witch hurt you, mummy?" Maxwell asked with worried eyes.Beatrice gave a small smile and gently rubbed Maxwell’s hair. "She can’t touch mummy, not even a single strand of my hair. Mummy will never allow that," she said softly, but her voice held firm determination.Stefan started the car, remaining quiet as he listened to Beatrice and Maxwell. Beatrice noticed he passed her house, and she looked at him with curiosity."You don’t expect me to take you back home, do you?" Stefan muttered, eyes on the road."Then where are you taking us?" Beatrice asked.Stefan was silent for a moment, then lazily twitched his lips before turning slightly to face her."I’m taking you both to my place. While you stay there, I’ll have Griffin look for good houses a