Hi everyone! As many of you know, new updates drop every day at 3:00 PM (GMT+8), especially on Mondays. I know—it’s a bit unusual to look forward to Mondays, what with the infamous Monday blues, but this particular day and time hold a special place in my heart. It reminds me of someone very dear to me. Anyway, enough of that sentimental stuff. I hope you're enjoying the story so far, and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Love, Sam
Chapter 20.Even if others saw that Gwyneth had recently turned over a new leaf and was genuinely trying to become a good mother, Ajax Montclair didn’t dare raise his hopes.Habit was a terrifying thing. It entrenched itself like roots in dry earth—hard to dig out, harder still to ignore. And Ajax’s impression of Gwyneth had been shaped over four long years of cold shoulders, emotional distance, and polite indifference. The scars left behind by their hollow marriage didn’t vanish just because she had suddenly decided to smile more and pack lunchboxes.She said she wanted them to be a “plastic couple”—to maintain appearances for Dylan’s sake—but Ajax had drawn that line years ago, and he had no interest in repa
Chapter 19.The next morning, I stood by the window of our villa, watching the early sunlight pour across the lawn, golden and drowsy. Outside, the gardener was clipping hedges with a quiet rhythm, and the air smelled faintly of dew and roses. I had a glass of warm lemon water in hand and a strange, weightless feeling in my chest.I found myself thinking seriously about getting a job.Not because I wanted to—truthfully, I didn’t. My bank account had enough zeroes to fund a year-long trip around the world, first-class all the way. And that wasn’t even counting the properties under my name, the passive income from investments, or the platinum credit cards I barely touched. The original Gwyneth had been loaded, and now that wealth sat in my lap like an obedient cat.
Chapter 18.When Dylan finally woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. By that point, I had finished watching two horror movies, snacking my way through the afternoon like a true couch potato.I wasn’t proud of it—but I kind of was.It's a similar feeling from before, my whole life had revolved around working, day and night, until the pressure was ingrained in my mind and body.. That's why a small break could put me uneasy, a psychological shadow. But if that small break snowballs into a prolonged vacation, my body would naturally forget the tension but my mind would be uncomfortable, always looking for work and yet too lazy to work.This idle, do-nothing lifestyle was starting to grow on me in a dang
Chapter 17.Ajax stood up from his seat and said plainly, “I’ll be in the guestroom, I have some work to do.”Suppressing my laughter, I nodded. “Alright, enjoy your work.”He didn’t look back, but I saw the slight stiffness in his shoulders as he walked away—like someone trying very hard not to seem like they were fleeing the scene of a crime. Or, in this case, a mildly spooky movie.Once he disappeared behind the kitchen door, I let myself laugh for real. It wasn’t just about him flinching at a ghost—it was everything. The absurd normalcy of watching a man who I thought was too perfect to be human. Somewhat, it gave my curiosity some comfort that even though I'm living in this novel, people here are still human.Teasing him made me feel that he isn’t some kind of one-dimensional character.I stretched out on the couch, flipping the channel again until I landed back on the horror movie I was watching. The volume was low, the kind of background noise that made the silence feel less em
Chapter 16.After I changed into a nice outfit—a soft ivory blouse tucked into a pair of high-waisted linen trousers, paired with nude ballet flats and simple gold hoop earrings—I put on some light makeup: a bit of concealer, rose-tinted blush, and a glossy peach lip. It was enough to make me look fresh and put-together without trying too hard. Well if you're this pretty I guess it doesn’t matter.I spritzed on a subtle citrus perfume and headed downstairs, where the father and son duo were quietly sitting in the living room, each absorbed in their own world. Dylan was fiddling with a new toy car, and Ajax was checking his phone.I couldn’t lie that they look adorable, even in their own world they act the same.I tucked my hair behind one ear and asked casually, "Want me to drive, or do you want to drive?"Ajax blinked once, caught off guard. I supposed he still hadn’t fully processed the fact that I was joining today’s visit. But his face remained calm, composed. "You can drive," he
Chapter 15.Ajax was currently sitting at his desk and reading work emails on his computer. His energy level was very good after taking a nap this afternoon.Just as he was dealing with work matters, he saw his son rushing into the room and looking deeply troubled.Seeing his son holding his little pillow, Ajax's first thought was that Gwyneth had kicked him out of her room. He wasn't surprised after all he knew that she didn't like children. He had already been taken aback by her unusual behavior during the past two days. Thus, Ajax wasn't surprised that she had returned to her old self.In the past, Ajax disapproved of Gwyneth's behavior. But, after a few years had gone, he got used to it, and it was beneath his notice.It was only that their son hadn't gotten used to it.Ajax beckoned the little kid over and asked with a gentle expression, "What's wrong?"Fortunately, his son had a good personality. He was extroverted, lively, and cheerful. Although he would sometimes be unhappy be
Chapter 14.My breath hitched, not expecting that question. I never thought that Ajax would ask, I didn’t even know how he heard the news.Trying to maintain persona, I nodded my head. “En, fortunately we got back home before the rain poured heavily.” it’s no use to lie so I might just admit it, but that doesn't mean I would tell the truth.In my work as a corporate slave, one must master the art of deliberant truth. This doesn’t count as lying since I’m telling the truth, but not entirely, just some truth.Ajax stared at me before nodding his head, not saying anything as always and went up.The light from the setting sun shone through the f
Chapter 13.When I woke up that morning, the first thing I did was check Dylan’s temperature. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw that it had dropped. His fever hadn't completely dissipated, but it was a significant improvement from last night, and I felt a flicker of hope. If it hadn’t improved, I knew I’d have to seriously consider taking him to the hospital.Dylan was still deep in sleep, so I carefully maneuvered his chubby hand away from my body and went to the bathroom for some supplies. I returned with warm water and sponges to wash his face, arms, and legs, hoping to bring him some comfort.As I finished, I noticed that Ajax was no longer in the house.Heading downstairs, I spotted Susan, the hou
Chapter 12.It wasn’t that long after we arrived at our destination. Standing up while still holding Dylan, I thought Ajax would take him away from me but instead he took all of our luggage when he saw how I held Dylan dearly afraid of letting go.“Dyl how are you feeling?” I asked the little one who was nestled on my neck, arms wrapped on my neck as he rubbed his little face as if finding comfort and never letting go.“Tell mommy if you're uncomfortable.” I reminded him as I rubbed his back.He gave a weak nod, rubbing his eyes. “My throat feels funny,” he mumbled.I immediately looked