(Eve’s POV)It was past eleven in the evening, but my best friends were still awake. Marga had just finished the video call with her husband, and Bethany was having coffee on the patio adjoining the bedroom while finishing her report for tomorrow.I wished I could change today; my heart and mind were at war about it because when I got home, my children and Marga had so many exciting stories about their day. Although only Isabella and the twins liked their new school, the fun the boys had in helping Wyatt decorate his front yard for Halloween’s trick-or-treat was something unforgettable for them.Theo was happy, his eyes sparkling, as he shared his day and told me Wyatt let him paint the front door of his house. Marga said it would probably scare kids who didn’t like cute puppies and kittens. When she showed me the picture, she was right. My youngest son drew them well, and Wyatt might need to buy more candies this year as the painting might attract more kids instead of scaring them.“

(Eve’s POV)“What the hell are you doing?” Callahan asked, his eyes wide after I undid the topmost button of my blouse.Sweet Temptation’s products were beyond my budget. I could hardly provide for my children’s needs, and indulging in expensive undergarments was not an option. As a single parent, I had to make a responsible choice. Like I learned from my parents, children first before them. But after Bethany told me how vital it was for Callahan for the employees to wear the company’s products, I used the pair of underwear she brought last night along with the blazer I borrowed from her. Yesterday was too embarrassing. Not only did I wear a cheap bra, but it was also an old one.“Just because I wasn’t wearing it yesterday -” I gasped; my eyes were round as full moon as I met his upset gaze.I did not know what got me, but I undid the three buttons to show him my full-coverage Sweet Temptation bra.“Yes, Eve. I was not happy to see you’re wearing a different brand,” he breathed, shaki

(Eve’s POV)“Rosie, where are you?” I murmured worriedly, shifting my gaze to the clocks on the wall and then to my computer screen.The phone kept ringing, but my daughter was not answering. She was supposed to fetch Isabella and Theo after her class at one, but their teacher called and informed me they were still in school. As usual, Jessy would not answer my call. My entire body was flooded with worry. It was already past four in the afternoon, and her little siblings were still in school. I could imagine the stress Mrs. Garcia was experiencing because she could not stop Theo from crying.I sighed, turning off my computer and taking my bag to leave. I hoped Bob would not mind me going home early. I could continue reading the emails at home and send them to Callahan later.It had been two weeks since I last saw Callahan. Bob mostly did my job as Cal’s secretary for the first week, giving me time to study the files. He pointed out the importance of knowing everything about the compan

(Eve's POV)I thought it would take me forever to get home. The heavy traffic worsened my feelings, and as soon as the bus stopped, I could hardly move my legs. The driver had to help me get out of the vehicle and asked me many times to confirm if I didn’t really want to be taken to the hospital. I could not tell him I just came there.It was fifteen minutes to eight. Maybe it was okay and still early to get home at this hour for anyone in their prime. I was still in my prime, but as a mother of five kids, I felt guilty about being late. I should have been in the kitchen, preparing dinner for my family, not my eldest daughter.I let out a sigh and craned my neck to look up at the dark sky. The absence of the moon made the surroundings feel eerie and scary. I glanced over my shoulder to check out Wyatt's house, but no lights were on. It was no surprise since the porch lights of Moira's mansion were busted, and I had to rely on my neighbor's lights, which were also off. Wyatt must have

(Eve's POV)A mother must be a good actress.Despite what I felt, I had to smile and laugh with them. Isabella saved us all in that awkward moment. She boasted about her good performance in class. Theo, her classmate in the same class, complained about the long hours in the classroom. In their previous school, it was a three-hour class, but in their new school, it was five hours.Cooper shared the same feelings with his brother, telling Ben and Wyatt how he hated his new school.“You should make friends,” Ben suggested.My son lowered his face and sighed. “I don’t like them.”“It’s okay, buddy,” Wyatt said cheerily. “You’ll find one soon,” he assured, sincerely smiling at my son.Cooper wrinkled his nose and shrugged. “I’d rather hang out with you,” he murmured, tearing his slice of pizza into two.“We can be best friends,” Wyatt offered.“I like that,” Cooper grinned, nodding and eating his food.My son focusing on food meant he did not want to share more, and what Wyatt had said was