Stephanie Toussaint.After meeting Matt’s son and the awkward conversation I had with him, I quickly returned to Enzo’s arms.“Babe, you took too long. Something happened? Is everything alright?”I smile at him budding concern as I say, “Yes, honey. I’m fine. When I came out of the bathroom, I found a little boy outside, lost.”Ethan frowns and says, “That’s strange. We always ask families who attend with children to keep their eyes on them and that an adult must always accompany the little ones. Usually it is a quiet restaurant, but you know Enzo, how adults are when there is a bar involved.”I watch as Enzo nods as he says, “Yes. You can have extra security, but things always happen that are beyond management’s control.”Then he turns his gaze to me, while saying, “and what happened to the little one? Were you able to help him?”I bite my lip, unsure whether to tell Enzo the truth. He is a great man, but he is not a saint. I don’t want to hurt him, and I know the memory of Matt make

Stephanie Toussaint.After spending a full night of wild, delirious sex with my beautiful husband, we faced the chilly morning holding hands, lying on the king-sized bed. I look at Enzo’s face and he looks serene. The man didn’t give me any respite, and I didn’t want him to give it to me either. I wanted so badly to feel him like this… wild.Speaking of wild, I laugh, because I do not know what I’m going to wear. Enzo ripped off my clothes and panties, leaving only my bra. As for me, I made sure I didn't get left behind. I ripped off the buttons on his shirt.“Good morning, Mrs. Toussaint.” He says, whispering in my ear with his husky and seductive voice, sending multiple chills down my spine.I bite my lip and say, “Good morning, indeed, Mr. Toussaint.”“Did you have a pleasant night?”“What you did last night should be illegal in this country.”“Oh, if you disagree, you should write to the president to add it to his speeches.”“I’ll try to do it.”He smiles flirtatiously and says, “

Matthew Anderson.As I laid my eyes upon Stephanie, standing before me in her natural state, I felt a surge of desire that reignited the passion I believed was extinguished. The embers burned me the minute she opened the door wrapped only in a towel and when it fell to the floor; I had to have her.I was not only overcome with lust but also with rage and jealousy. Enzo fucked Stephanie all night like a whore and she enjoyed it. In the twenty years that she was with me, I never heard her enjoy herself like that.I feel betrayed and disappointed, because even though she seemed happy with me, I can now see that I didn’t make her happy. Not really. How long was she feeling like this? Why didn’t she ever tell me anything?Seeing her naked again, the memories of twenty years overwhelmed me like an avalanche of snow. There isn’t a cell in my body that doesn’t love every part of her. Even having her daughters with Enzo, I would still learn to love them, because they are a part of her.She is

Matthew Anderson.Seeing Steph come to see me, despite how moron I was towards her in the morning, made me fall to my knees, crying bitterly. Maybe she’s the only one in the entire world who can understand how I feel. I know she loves her daughters, and if one of them got hospitalized, it would devastate her.Stephanie caresses my back as she says, “Matt, don’t worry. This will pass. Your son will be fine. Trust the girls. They are very good at what they do.”As tears stream down my face, I hastily raise my hands to cover my eyes, trying to regain composure. I see Steph is kneeling next to me. Clearing my throat, I say, “Thank you for being here, Steph. It means the world to me.”She nods silently. Then she says, “did you call the police?”I stand up and help her do the same, while telling her, “Taylor is taking care of that. I presume they will be here soon.”“That’s good. The important thing is that it is evolving well and is in the best hands. Chris will be fine, Matt. Children are

Stephanie Toussaint. Antonella’s face is one of shock. I knew Raul kept all his affairs private, but I never believed he would go to such extremes as to keep his children in the dark. Well, I can understand. My dad. He almost did the same thing to me, if it weren’t for Amelia and the people at the hospital. What happens to powerful men when they show themselves vulnerable? I sigh, sit back down, and tell her,, “Your dad looked for me when I was in Switzerland. I work at the neurosurgery institute. There, he paid me a visit. He asked me to try it, since no neurosurgeon wanted to go near that tumor. I accepted the challenge. What surprises me is that he didn’t tell you anything, not even after he was discharged.” “No, he said nothing. It’s frustrating, honestly. I’m the one who took over the car company and my other brothers are just an empty bag of money. Maybe that’s why dad said nothing.” I think for a moment and am extremely tempted to know if his children know about Tom’s existe