Adrien "This was a moment of weakness, Adrien. This means nothing." They say that revenge is a dish best served cold and that is exactly what Rosalie did to me after the amazing sex we had in her bedroom. She threw me out of her room and her house without caring about my feelings. My hope of being forgiven and accepted was dashed and I was left with an empty feeling inside of me. "Was this how she felt all those years ago?" I wondered. "Used and heartbroken?" As the hot water worked its magic on my muscles, I ran my hands over my face, feeling the tension release. "You were more than a jerk, Adrien Vasanten, you were a complete monster. You truly deserve this and more." After turning off the water, I wrapped a towel around my waist, opened the door, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed another towel to dry my hair. Once finished, I tossed it into the hamper. Frowning at my reflection, I took my toothbrush, applied a small amount of toothpaste, and aggressively brushed my teeth, h

Adrien Two weeks. I granted myself a two-week break from work to be with my family, but it feels insufficient as my time here is now concluding. The two nights my children shared with me in my hotel room were the happiest nights of my life. I yearn for more such moments with them, but the distance between Aldovia and Cardenia makes it impossible, as my kids will remain here while I return to Aldovia. With my return to Aldovia in a week, I must persuade Rosalie to move back to Aldovia within that time frame, even though she might react strongly. Despite the potential backlash from her, I have too much at stake not to attempt it. While some men shy away from marrying single mothers, others appreciate a ready-made family, and I can't risk leaving her here for someone else to seize the opportunity of making her his wife and becoming the stepfather of my children. "Sir, are you listening to me?" Norman's concerned voice interrupted my thoughts during our video conference call. "Yes,"

Rosalie "Why did you say no to daddy, Mama?" Mason asked. "Don't you love him?" "Don't ask me questions, Mason. I have made my decision and nothing can change it." I declared. "Not all parents get married to each other." "We want you and daddy to be together." Alessandra expressed with a pout. "We want to be with him everyday." "He wants the same thing as well, but what you're asking me to do is impossible." I told them. "I tried it once, it was a total failure and I promised myself that I'll never do it again." "You just didn't get it right the first time." Maya remarked. "It doesn't mean the second time will be no better." Kevin had accurately pointed out that the likelihood of my second marriage mirroring the first was minimal. Adrien, now wiser due to Yvette's betrayal, was essentially using me as a rebound. I vowed never to put myself through such a situation again—once bitten, twice shy. "I adore you more than you can fathom, my darlings, but I can't fulfill this for you

Rosalie Despite my anticipation that my decision to move back to Aldovia would be greeted with enthusiastic cheers from my children, I received no such response from them. Instead, they looked at me as if I had spoken in an incomprehensible language, causing my heart to sink to my stomach. "Kids, what do you think?" I asked them. "We'll be closer to daddy if we move back to Aldovia." "But we won't live with him in his house." Maya frowned. "That is what we want." "Isn't it enough that I agreed to relocate?" I tried to conceal my growing frustration. I glanced at Adrien who was just quietly watching us. "Won't you say anything?" I demanded. "Like what?" He lifted a shoulder in an innocent shrug. "I don't know, back me up on this?" I asked. "This is what you wanted, right?" "Yeah, but you already said no and I put it out of my mind." He replied. "Look, Rosalie, I'm not going to force you into doing this if you don't want to. Don't even do it because that's what our children want.

Rosalie I began regretting my wish for just one kiss from Adrien as I found myself unable to resist continuously kissing him. I got so caught up that I lost track of when he gently laid me down on the sofa, positioning himself above me to intensify the sensory onslaught. My brain and my body were waging war against each other; my brain was issuing a warning to me to put a stop to this but my body craved more.My fingers hurriedly undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing his impressive torso. I always admired his dedication to fitness during our initial marriage, as he never skipped a day at the gym. As he latched onto one of my nipples through my shirt, gently biting down, I couldn't help but gasp and cry out.My body ignited, heat flooding my core with a desperate need as he continued driving me wild with just his mouth. Succumbing to his unspoken request, I allowed him to remove my shirt and bra; saying no seemed impossible. I'd never been able to resist this man, even years ago w