Semua Bab Waking Up As the Villain's Mother: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 30.I didn’t know what had happened while Ajax was gone, but when he came back from the bathroom, I could feel it.His gaze kept drifting toward me. Not glaring or intense, just… present. Repeated. Controlled.He kept looking at me.I caught him more than once. The kind of look someone gives when they think you won’t notice. Or maybe when they want you to. The thought made me slightly uneasy.It couldn’t be that he’d gone to an ophthalmologist in the restroom and suddenly realized I looked especially good tonight, right? I’d joked like that in my head before—tonight it didn’t feel that funny.Whatever it was, he didn’t say a word.I could only shrug and didn’t pay attention. I’m no mind reader so I won’t be able to tell what he’s trying to say with those pretty eyes.Not when we sat at the table again. Not during the endless rounds of toasts. Not even when Dylan fell asleep on my lap and I tried to discreetly wipe drool off his cheek with a napkin. Ajax just watched. Occasion

Chapter 32.Since Gwyneth had postponed her plans to take Dylan to the nearby mall due to the wedding the day before, she decided to make it up to him today. A promise was a promise, and she didn’t want to disappoint the child who had become the center of her new world. As expected, Dylan was overjoyed. He practically bounced in his seat with excitement all morning and, with those bright eyes and sweet little voice, begged for Ajax to come along too.As expected, Dylan was overjoyed—and when he insisted that Ajax come along too, Ajax found himself unable to refuse. He folded in less than a minute.He didn’t even try to resist. How could he, when his only son looked up at him with that hopeful gaze, clutching h

Chapter 34.I've been wondering all day—why is this man acting so strangely, like he's trying to win me over?It's not like he needs to. After all, he footed the bill for everything I picked out at the mall.He offered me a condo. Then a car. The sheer extravagance of it all left me dizzy.He was way more generous than those overbearing CEOs I’d seen on TV.Having a husband who was generous and willing to spend money—well, ex-husband soon—wasn’t such a bad thing, honestly.Sure, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but I managed to shake off my initial gut reaction of money-focused vigilance pretty quickly. Ajax didn’t need to curry favor with me at all—I was still financially dependent on him. So then... what was the reason for all this strange behavior today?Even if I used my toes instead of my brain, I could figure out that this had something to do with Dylan.“No thanks, my car’s still new.” I gave him a polite smile, even though it wasn’t easy to say no. I was greedy, sure, and

Chapter 36.The news that Ajax Montclair would not be coming into the office that morning spread through the company like wildfire.To outsiders, it might seem trivial—a CEO adjusting his schedule. But for those who had worked under him, even briefly, it was nothing short of a phenomenon.Ajax was known in the industry for his near-militant discipline. A man who built his empire from the ground up, clawing his way from poverty to prestige, he didn’t believe in tardiness, excuses, or laziness. He was the type who came in before the sun rose and left only after every light on the floor was turned off. His work ethic was as much a part of his reputation as his sharp suits and ruthless negotiation skills.So when Assistant Jean stepped out of the CEO’s office and quietly muttered, “He’s rescheduled all morning meetings to the afternoon,” the bullpen froze.“Did he say why?” someone whispered from behind their computer monitor.“He’s never done that before,” another murmured, eyes wide.“

Chapter 38.My language lessons had become something I genuinely looked forward to each day. They were casual and relaxed—no rigid textbooks or classroom pressure. My teacher, a cheerful woman in her thirties from abroad, had a warm presence and a patient teaching style. We usually met in a quiet café or a charming little bakery, chatting leisurely in English over coffee and pastries. Sometimes, she’d take me to watch a movie in English or stroll through boutiques for a bit of window shopping. I covered all the expenses, of course, but I didn’t mind. The settings were so easygoing that I’d stopped feeling self-conscious about speaking in English. To my surprise, my fluency was improving quickly.Compared to the soul-sucking grind of a full-time job, this new routine felt like a breeze. My weekdays were full but fulfilling. After lunch, I’d head off to my baking classes. Those were a few hours of flour-dusted bliss, and even the occasional burnt batch couldn’t dampen my mood. But on r