Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ugly Wife[English] : Bab 11 - Bab 20

# Chapter 12**Third Person's POV**"How about you start calling me Fabian? You keep saying 'Sir' all the time," Fabian said. They were now facing each other at the dining table. Sonia shyly shook her head."I'm not comfortable yet," she said, now looking down. For some reason, Fabian suddenly laughed."You're still shy? After we shared a kiss and—"Sonia was startled and quickly covered Fabian's mouth with her hand, her face turning red as she told him not to be loud.She looked at France, who was sitting next to the manager. The manager was feeding France, and it seemed they hadn't heard anything.Fabian held her wrist and gently lowered it."You almost knocked over the mug."She stopped and looked at the table. Fabian was holding the mug that was in front of her. When she had leaned forward to cover his mouth, she had almost knocked over the mug."I was just joking. Sit down," Fabian said. She sat down shyly—she looked at Fabian, whose face had suddenly become serious. She wanted t

Chapter 14Third Person's POV"Mommy!"France got down from his chair and ran toward her. She immediately lifted France, who hugged her neck tightly."Shall we go home?" Fabian asked, holding her slim bag and looking at her and France. She just nodded in response and held Fabian's arm.She suddenly felt like all her energy had disappeared after seeing those two. Her mood was completely ruined.When they left the restaurant, they went straight to the parking lot. She was holding France—Fabian first opened the backseat to let France in, who immediately got inside.When Fabian closed the door, he opened the passenger seat. She was about to get in when someone grabbed her arm, making her turn around."What does this mean, Sonia? That man is your fiancé? We're not divorced yet!"She immediately pulled her hand away and stopped Fabian when he looked annoyed and was about to attack Victor, who stepped back slightly. Coward."You're funny, Victor. Are you complaining because I got a fiancé af

Chapter 16I gently tucked France into bed after he had fallen asleep. With a soft sigh, I stepped out of his room and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, and I took the opportunity to tidy up the kitchen before heading to the living room to wait for Fabian.As I settled onto the couch, I pulled out my phone to distract myself. I typed in "Fabian Martinez" into the search bar, curiosity piquing my interest.Instantly, his name and picture popped up on the screen. I scrolled through the articles, and one headline caught my eye: Fabian was a single dad. There hadn’t been any press conference or clarification from him about it. A photo of Fabian with France appeared, but curiously, none of the articles mentioned France's mother.The article had surfaced six years ago, seemingly out of nowhere, after someone spotted Fabian carrying a young boy. He confirmed the child was his, yet he never disclosed anything about the boy's mother.I paused, my breath hitching as I noticed the dat

Chapter 18"Fabian!"Jomari rushed towards Fabian, who was sitting at a table being attended to by several makeup artists. He carried two cups of coffee and a wrapped paper bag, happily approaching Fabian and placing it on the table. "I don't want to eat, Manager," Fabian said boredly, keeping his eyes on the script. "So? Should I just give this snack sent by your wifey to someone else?" Fabian paused and looked up. Jomari quickly reached for the paper bag, but Fabian snatched it away and, with a poker face, said he was hungry too. "I thought you didn't want to eat." Fabian didn't answer and looked inside the paper bag. "Hey! That's not just for you. Madam said you should give me some," the manager said. However, instead of handing over the bag, Fabian gave Jomari his card and instructed him to buy something for himself and give some to the staff in his tent. The manager pouted, commenting on Fabian's bad attitude. Fabian read the note and realized it was Sonia's favorite foo

Chapter 20The next place we visited was the park near our high school. There were more students hanging out there. Since both Keith and I didn’t want attention, we decided to stay inside the car and just look out from there.Before I became an actress, I enjoyed my high school life in this way. Eating street food with a lot of friends, laughing without worrying about what others would think, and not caring that I might gain weight from just eating street food or the illnesses that might come from it.“Fabian, how many years have you been in the industry?” I asked while looking out the window. Fabian answered flatly, and I turned to look at him.“I can’t count anymore. I’ve been in magazines since I was eight years old,” said Fabian, who now rested his chin on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead. Students were passing by.“You were so young then! Why?” I asked. Fabian glanced at me slightly.“What do you mean, why?”He was very young when he started. I thought maybe it was his