AdrienDiscovering Rosalie's marriage two weeks ago brought a pain ten times more intense than the betrayal I experienced when I found out about Yvette. I regret losing Rosalie to another man because I failed to appreciate her when she was with me, and the blame rests solely on me. The only mementos I have of my children are the pictures I captured during the first and final time I saw them. Alessandra had dropped her spoon, prompting her request for a new one. As I went to retrieve it, I impulsively snapped several photos of them on my way back to our table, little realizing that it would be our last moment together.A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts, prompting me to lift my head. Norman entered with his tablet, prepared to assign more tasks. Despite my recent lethargy post-Cardenia, Norman empathized with my grieving process for the loss of my family and gave me the necessary time to recover.As Norman transitioned into his efficient personal assistant mode, signali

RosalieI'm quite concerned about sharing the news with my kids about their school's career day, especially since Kevin can't assist due to Zara's imminent due date. I can't bring myself to ask him to leave her, so I'll handle it alone and comfort them with their favorite things later. Thankfully, Adrien seems unconcerned that my kids are his, although I noticed a hint of adoration in his eyes as he looked at them. It's unusual for him to show emotions, as he usually keeps them hidden, except for the hatred he had displayed toward me while we were married.If he despised me, how could he love our kids, even though they were both his and mine? I wished to never encounter him again, hoping he had truly forgotten us. It's been weeks since he found out, yet he hasn't reached out. "I'm relieved," I thought. "I don't want him to disrupt my life again. I'm content here."Startled by the doorbell, I pondered the unexpected visitor, as I rarely had guests apart from Laura, who was currently

AdrienRealizing Rosalie couldn't refuse my terms except she intended to go to court, I needed to persuade her to relocate to Aldovia for the sake of our family. It seemed impractical to keep flying and harming the environment just to see my kids, and I was confident they wouldn't appreciate it either. Exiting the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and another around my neck upon hearing my phone ring in the bedroom. Rushing to answer, I was pleasantly surprised to see Rosalie's call, glad she remembered my number after all these years."Rosalie? What a surprise." I remarked."Believe me, I truly wish I've forgotten your number." She responded in a frigid voice. "The kids want you to tell them a story. I offered to read them one but they said that they want you to tell them one.""I don't have any stories to tell.""You don't have to tell me." She stated flatly. "Kids...""Wait!" I called out, unwilling to disappoint my children. "I'll tell them a story, but I would like to se

Adrien "Tracking the culprit behind the embezzlement has proven challenging, Sir," The CFO reported. "The perpetrator made sure not to leave any traces." "In other words, a ghost siphoned money from the company, cannot be traced and there's no way to find out which recipient accounts all of that money was transferred to?" I clarified. "Yes, sir." "Of what use are you, then?!" I bellowed. "It's your job and that of the audit team to find out who is behind this. I give you two months, Wallace. Two months or your position will be given to someone else, do you understand me?" "Yes, sir. I'll do my best," Wallace stammered. "Good." I said and hung up. As if to add my growing frustration, my phone screen lit up with a call from Brandon and I let out a hiss as I answered the call. "What do you want, Brandon?" "Woah, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?" Brandon teased. "I'm hanging up." "Wait! I just called to ask about the money. I'm yet to see your people." He sai

AdrienMy brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at Rosalie. I believed we were having a moment - a meaningful moment where I hoped she could see how sincere I was but I was wrong. Her reaction to my words wasn't what I expected at all."What's wrong?" I inquired. "Did I say something wrong?""You don't know?" She scoffed in disbelief. "Whatever, I don't care. Just get out.""No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what I did or said wrong." I protested. "I thought we were having a moment.""No, you are the only one who thought that." She stated. "I can't believe you think thanking me for being the mother of your children will make me happy. Did you forget what you said to me six years ago?!""Six years ago?" Her question perplexed me. "I said so many things. Enlighten me, please.""On this day, six years ago, after we returned home from having dinner with your father, you were very upset by what he said and you didn't even let us get into the house before you accused me of planting th