บททั้งหมดของ Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

She walked quickly into the noisy law firm, with a satin scarf around her hair and huge sunglasses sitting on her face, looking like someone who wanted to disappear in broad daylight. Not that anyone paid her much attention anyway, as everyone else was trying to get on with their work for the chaotic day. She continued down a narrow hallway to a shared office space where four lawyers worked elbow-to-elbow. Their desks were crammed into a room that was generous for two people and claustrophobic for four. A couple of junior associates sat hunched over laptops. An older woman with reading glasses perched on her nose was on the phone.The woman in the scarf headed straight for the corner desk, where a man in his mid-forties was stacking papers into some semblance of order.She dropped into the chair in front of his desk and leaned closer to it with an agitated whisper.“Why didn't you come to my place yesterday as you promised?”The man looked up from what he was doing and squinted at her

FLASHBACKIt was a cosy kind of quiet in the room.Bianca played with the dark hairs on Felix’s chest, resting her head on his arm, while their legs were tangled under the bedsheets.“Do you want to go see her?” He asked, apparently from a conversation they’d been having.Bianca’s finger stopped moving on his chest and she mumbled inaudibly before answering in a distant voice, “I’m not sure I want to. She wouldn't recognise me anyway.”Felix let his hand move to her shoulder as he then brushed her skin absently with his thumb.“It’s just…” Bianca exhaled, “It’s a shame, you know? After all her grand dreams and all the things she wanted, she’s just there in that place, living a wasted life.”Felix was quiet for a while, his pulse rising and falling under her cheek. Then he said, “Do you mind if I pry a little?”Bianca tilted her head up

Eight months ago today, Wren Austin signed the final papers that dissolved her marriage. She remembered walking out of that courthouse with nothing but pure relief…as well as a bit of emptiness. Because this is what becomes the result when the person you thought you’d grow old with turns out to be a stranger wearing a wedding ring. And you wake up one morning and realise you’ve lost yourself somewhere along the way, for the illusion of…love?And then she heard from her father after years of silence. He offered her the position of Vice President of Ellington Innovations. It had been eight years of keeping her distance from Jonathan Ellington, and refusing his money and his influence and his attempts to pull her into the family empire. Safe to say a divorce had a way of making one reconsider one's principles.Wren didn’t take the position because she forgave him for his misdeeds. She just needed an alternative to drowning in her sense of purpo

“What kind do you think she would like?” the florist with kind eyes and dirt under her fingernails asked after William had just walked into her bouquet shop.William looked at the different options available. Grace wasn’t a roses kind of woman. She liked things that surprised her“Those,” he pointed to some pale pink peonies mixed with white ranunculus and delicate sprigs of eucalyptus. “Can you make something with those?”The florist smiled like he’d passed some kind of invisible test. “Good choice. Peonies mean compassion and romance. Ranunculus means radiant charm“Perfect,” William agreed even though he wasn’t really concerned about all that. As long as Grace would love them. He paid and carried the bouquet out to his car, sitting it on the passenger seat like a fragile passenger.Grace would be wrapping up her first week of filming soon. He had promised to pick her up and take her somewhere nice to celebrate. Grace had been both excited and nervous about getting a role in the mov

How ironically strange was it that the weather was looking so bad at the exact time she was returning home?16-year-old Wren, under a similar rain had run away from home with nothing but a small duffel bag, with a heart full of so much despair. She has promised herself she would become someone who never had to come back. Funny how that promise worked out.There was already an SUV waiting for them at the private terminal, and a figure holding an umbrella by the rear door.After some formalities, they headed straight for the car. It was comfortably warm inside.And as soon as Wren was in, Kael said to her, “Gimme a minute,” and then he looked through the passenger window, to the driver, “Don’t take your eyes off her till I’m back.”“Kael?” Wren followed his retreating figure with a slow turn of her head. He was headed towards a small convenience store at the edge of the terminal.She was still smiling faintl