Semua Bab The Secret Wife: Bab 121 - Bab 130

After sharing news of her impending return to New York and her mother's improved health, the call ended. As I set my phone aside, a wave of frustration washed over me. Evie's arrival next week was undoubtedly ill-timed, given the already strained circumstances between Drew and me.I felt torn, unsure of what to do next. I yearned for an opportunity to talk things through with Drew, to find a way to bridge the widening gap between us. However, with Evie's imminent return, I knew I had to stay away from the coast, avoiding any complications that could arise from her presence.I sighed, feeling the weight of uncertainty settling upon my shoulders. Yet, deep down, I held onto a glimmer of hope that amidst the challenges and obstacles, Drew and I could find a way to mend our relationship, to rekindle the love that had once bound us together. It would require patience, understanding, and honest communication, but I was determined to face the situation head-on and strive for resolution.

We arrived back at the mansion, and as soon as we stepped through the doors, Cullen headed straight to his study, engrossed in his own thoughts. Meanwhile, I made my way to the kitchen, feeling the hunger gnawing at my stomach."Hey Carla, good evening," I greeted her warmly, grateful for her presence."Mrs. Brielle, welcome, ma'am," she responded, her voice carrying a genuine warmth.Curiosity piqued, I inquired, "What have you prepared for dinner?""Well, I've made a delightful combination of rice and veggie sauce, infused with the flavors of smoked fish and grilled turkey, ma'am," she replied with a touch of pride in her voice."This sounds absolutely delicious. Please, serve me a portion so that I may savor your culinary masterpiece," I requested politely with a giggle, my anticipation growing with every passing second.Carla smiled, a twinkle in her eyes, and gracefully turned to head back to the kitchen. Moments later, she returned, the enticing aroma of the food wafting throu

Carla entered the room shortly after, gracefully carrying a refreshing glass of juice."Here you go, ma'am," she kindly offered, extending the glass of juice towards me."Thank you, Carla," I expressed my gratitude, taking a small sip from the glass."You're welcome, ma'am. Breakfast will be ready in a moment," Carla informed me before turning to depart.Just as she exited the bathroom, the sound of my phone ringing caught my attention, prompting me to call out to Carla for assistance."Carla," I called out, "could you please help me retrieve my phone?""Ma'am," she uttered politely, extending my phone towards me.I accepted it and glanced at the caller ID, discovering it was Evie on the line."Guess what, Brielle!!!" Evie's voice came through the phone with almost ear-piercing excitement."What is it?" I inquired eagerly, curious about the reason behind her ear-splitting enthusiasm."I'm back in town!!! And guess who offered to pick me up!?" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with exc

Cullen's mother finished her breakfast, her elegant demeanor remaining intact throughout the meal. As the last morsel of food disappeared from her plate, she gently placed her silverware down, indicating the conclusion of the meal. Turning to Carla, she spoke with a tone of authority, "Carla, please prepare a room for me. I will be staying for a while."The weight of her words settled heavily upon me, a sinking feeling enveloping my heart. Although I appreciated her support and understanding, the idea of Cullen's mother staying for an extended period of time did not bring me the comfort that it should have. A sense of unease washed over me, and I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach.Concealing my discontent behind a facade of politeness, I managed a forced smile. "Of course," I replied, my voice betraying a tinge of disappointment that I hoped went unnoticed.As Carla acknowledged her request and left to make the necessary arrangements, Cullen's mother turned her gaze towar

I woke up, only to find myself surrounded by the dimness of evening. "That was quite a lengthy nap," I murmured to myself.A gentle ray of sunlight filtered through the window, casting its warm glow on the edge of my bed. I let out a tired yawn and stretched my body, feeling the need to awaken fully. With a deliberate movement, I shifted myself to the opposite side of the bed.Since becoming pregnant, my visits to the store had become increasingly infrequent. Even though I had a dedicated staff to manage the operations, I still longed to supervise and be present. I had been contemplating a trip there, but with Cullen's mother now staying with us, I questioned the feasibility of such an excursion.I let out a groan as I lay on the bed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and curiosity about the state of affairs at my store. I reached for my phone and dialed the number of my head of staff, eagerly anticipating her response.After a few rings, she finally answered, her voice filled with profe