(Stephen's POV)I almost fell flat on my face. It was as if a different Kendall Hart came to work today. Where did that timidity and anxiety go? I had only seen this part of her once, the day she stormed my study room angrily and wanted to terminate the contract. That was anger, this on the other hand was something different. Although with the same vigor. This was tenacity and charisma beautifully blended together. 'Had she always had this rare side of her,' I pondered as I twirled my desk side to side. Seeing her earlier, she was like a warrior queen, one ready to take up any challenge.Extraordinarily! She really did fit into the Mrs. De La Cruz role so well. I could not help but glare at her stupidly. I hope no one noticed how hard I had glared, or even the grin my face had unapologetically made. I would not want people or even Kendall to know she has such an effect on me. Dumbfounded by everything about her - her charisma, beauty, and demeanor, I had forgotten I was talking t

(Stephen's POV)Unable to suppress the rush of jealousy that flowed through my body from my head down to every space between my toes, I fumed with rage as I paced back and forth in my office, soliloquizing like I was a madman.Casual talk, huh? That was how everything would start, and they would begin to develop feelings for one another. I needed to keep my eye on that Raymond guy. He was handsome and he looked too good to be a saint.I boiled even more as the memory of their laughter flickered through my mind. The worst part what when he stood up so close to her, making his skin touch hers. "Damn! That guy," I cussed. I exhaled deeply and applied the breathing technique I learned from my father seven times. Still, nothing seemed to work. "But why am I this mad?" I pondered, taking a swig of rum.She was not even my wife, our agreement was purely professional, no strings attached. Well, I did not care for I just did not like sharing my things. What was mine was mine, at least till

(Stephen's POV)I turned, smiling mischievously as I recalled Kendall's countenance. The shock on her face made me selfishly ecstatic and fulfilled. She had never thought or expected I was going to make that big announcement to everyone, at least not yet.I noticed her legs were stuck to the ground, and she almost faltered when she tried to stand and walk to the podium as some of the board of directors beckoned her. It was as if she became paralyzed for a few minutes upon hearing me call her name with the title: De La Cruz.I grew jealous when she regained her stability after Raymond whispered something into her ears, smiled at her, and gave her a little shrug on her shoulder."Damn! That guy again." I gnashed my teeth, watching how he was beaming with smiles at Kendall.As she jolted upright, the jeers, applause, and the eyes that were directed at her, made her nervous because I could see her fiddling her two fingers the usual way she used to do anytime she was anxious.In my office,

(Stephen's POV)As I climbed onto my bed, I heaved a sigh of relief. I was so glad that everything was over and was brought to normalcy. I lay supine, shutting my eyes as I could not stop asking myself why Kendall's first day at work was full of drama and sad news.Remembering that I had not taken a shower and I needed to do that before sleeping, I sluggishly dragged myself to the bathroom and took off my clothes before sauntering into the bathtub.As the drops of water swam down my body; I felt a deep sense of relief; greater than the one I was feeling before. It felt as though the water had successfully washed away the panic and fear my heart was caged into.I enjoyed the smooth flow of the liquid on my skin, and my mind could not help but flash back to Kendall's countenance throughout the whole situation.She was a strong mother indeed.The way she held herself together even amid the chaos was amiable and commendable. Her grace and her charisma were second to none.Suddenly, I bega

(Stephen's POV)After Kendall screamed at me, I retraced my steps to the bed and found out that the kids had woken up. Before the twinkle of an eye, she was done dressing up and she carried her daughters, taking them out of my room.Since she left, she avoided me throughout the rest of the day and did not bother to sleep in my room. The worst part was that she did not allow me to play with the kids or enter their rooms. I felt pathetic and heartbroken, and I rejected food before I went to bed to sleep.Why would she bathe in my bathroom when there was one in her room? It was seven o'clock in the morning, and as much as I wanted to stay glued to the bed without feeling like doing anything, I wriggled myself on my toes. I was not over the way Kendall had made me suffer for her own mistakes. Stretching myself a bit, I went ahead to the restroom as my stomach began to make uncomfortable sounds and I knew nature probably was calling.After emptying my bowel and flushing, I washed and clea