Hi everyone! I’m so sorry for the missed update. I’ve been caught up with my summer exams and got a little too absorbed in my laboratory return demonstration. Yes, we still have classes even during summer! I’m currently juggling Histopathology and Medical Transcription, so things have been a bit hectic lately. I completely forgot to set a timer to publish the chapters—my sincerest apologies! Also, a quick note on the writing style: I really enjoy alternating points of view because I feel it adds more dimension to the characters (which I absolutely love). I hope you don’t find it confusing—I’d love to hear your thoughts about it in the comments! With love, Sam
Chapter 36.The news that Ajax Montclair would not be coming into the office that morning spread through the company like wildfire.To outsiders, it might seem trivial—a CEO adjusting his schedule. But for those who had worked under him, even briefly, it was nothing short of a phenomenon.Ajax was known in the industry for his near-militant discipline. A man who built his empire from the ground up, clawing his way from poverty to prestige, he didn’t believe in tardiness, excuses, or laziness. He was the type who came in before the sun rose and left only after every light on the floor was turned off. His work ethic was as much a part of his reputation as his sharp suits and ruthless negotiation skills.So when Assistant Jean stepped out of the CEO’s office and quietly muttered, “He’s rescheduled all morning meetings to the afternoon,” the bullpen froze.“Did he say why?” someone whispered from behind their computer monitor.“He’s never done that before,” another murmured, eyes wide.“
Chapter 35.When Dylan came waddling back into my room that night, I could tell something was up.He looked unusually guilty for a four-year-old, his round cheeks puffed out like a sulking squirrel. He struggled for a few moments to climb onto the bed, his short legs flailing adorably as he tried to hoist himself up.I waited, amused, and just as I was about to reach over and help him, he let out a triumphant little grunt and managed to roll onto the mattress on his own.He immediately scooted close to my side and nuzzled against my arm like a sleepy kitten."Mom smells so nice," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabri
Chapter 34.I've been wondering all day—why is this man acting so strangely, like he's trying to win me over?It's not like he needs to. After all, he footed the bill for everything I picked out at the mall.He offered me a condo. Then a car. The sheer extravagance of it all left me dizzy.He was way more generous than those overbearing CEOs I’d seen on TV.Having a husband who was generous and willing to spend money—well, ex-husband soon—wasn’t such a bad thing, honestly.Sure, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but I mana
Chapter 33.I had truly, thoroughly enjoyed myself today.It had been a while since I indulged like this—grabbing items off the racks, trying on new shoes just because they sparkled a little, letting the soft cotton of high-end loungewear seduce me into buying them in every color.And every time I made a move toward the cashier, Ajax would step forward—calm, expressionless—and swipe his card before I could even think of opening my wallet.Not a wrinkle of hesitation on his forehead. Not even a sigh.Seriously... was this man even real?&n
Chapter 32.Since Gwyneth had postponed her plans to take Dylan to the nearby mall due to the wedding the day before, she decided to make it up to him today. A promise was a promise, and she didn’t want to disappoint the child who had become the center of her new world.As expected, Dylan was overjoyed. He practically bounced in his seat with excitement all morning and, with those bright eyes and sweet little voice, begged for Ajax to come along too.As expected, Dylan was overjoyed—and when he insisted that Ajax come along too, Ajax found himself unable to refuse. He folded in less than a minute.He didn’t even try to resist. How could he, when his only son looked up at him with that hopeful gaze, clutching h
Chapter 31.Reality proved that explaining certain matters to a child—especially one as sharp as Dylan—was far more awkward than Ajax had anticipated. Fortunately, after a brief round of questions, Dylan seemed to lose interest and dropped the topic. Ajax let out a silent sigh of relief.After climbing into bed, Dylan didn’t fall asleep right away. Instead, in the darkness, he asked softly, “Dad, will you and Mom have another child?”The question caught Ajax off guard. It was clear the teasing remarks Dylan had overheard at the wedding still lingered in the boy’s mind.Ajax gently tucked the thin summer blanket around Dylan’s small body. “You don’t want a little brother or sister?” he asked carefully.Dylan shook his head and answered with the quiet honesty only children possess. “It’s not that... It’s just… Mom hugs me now. She kisses me too. If she has another baby… will she go back to before? When she didn’t hug me or kiss me at all?”Ajax was stunned. For a moment, he didn’t know