I am Mrs. Ballmer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

In the past, she avoided any aisle that sold children's products. The sight of baby clothes used to bring back suffocating memories and pain from the past. However, now, when she looked at those tiny clothes, the darkness did not come. Instead, the image of “Little Treasure” smiling filled her mind.The urge to buy something cute for him was addictive. It was the feeling of being in love!The mall was upscale, so the prices were exorbitant. But when it came to Mateo, Helena didn't feel sorry for her wallet. She was willing to spend. “I'll just buy fewer cosmetics for myself next month and it'll balance out,” she thought, rationalizing.Today, Helena was wearing a dress by an independent designer she loved. The cut was impeccable and the fabric high quality, but it didn't boast giant logos from famous brands.Because of this, the salespeople—trained to sniff out new money—ignored her. They preferred to eagerly follow ano

Axel stopped reading the report, noticing the bizarre change in his brother.“What's up?” Axel smiled mischievously. “Is that a message from your sister-in-law? Did she send you a selfie?”“No.” Henrique locked the screen, but the sparkle in his eyes remained.“No?” Axel frowned, confused.Driven by curiosity, his younger brother leaned over the table to peek.“Huh...” Axel read the notification on the locked screen. “Are those just bank expense notices? Notifications of spending, not earning! Why the hell are you smiling like a teenager in love at seeing your money go away?”Axel shook his head and returned to his chair.Geez... he thought. Men in love are masochistic creatures and impossible to understand.That night. The Ballmer residence.Helena entered the mansion laden with luxury shopping bags, humming softly to herself.

“Honey...” Helena's voice faltered. “You drew so well!”The balance in Helena's heart, which tried to maintain equilibrium between reason and emotion, plummeted violently toward emotion. How can I leave this child?She had to take a deep breath to keep from crying right there. Helena kissed the boy's forehead hard.“Auntie loved it. I'll keep it forever. Now... guess what? Auntie bought you some new clothes! Want to try them on?”Mateo's eyes widened and he nodded frantically.Twenty minutes later.Helena had just dressed Mateo in the sapphire blue suit (“The Modern Little Prince,” as she nicknamed it) when the master bedroom door opened.Henrique Ballmer came out.Helena, who was confident about Mateo's look, felt the air leave her lungs. She wasn't so sure about Henrique's outfit. After all, in her entire life, she had never seen him wear anything other than black, char

Three months, he thought. That's more than enough time. When the deadline is up, you won't want to leave. And if you do... I'll find another reason for you to stay.The comfortable silence returned, but Helena seemed restless. She sighed, resting her chin on the balcony railing.“Do you have a shoot tomorrow?” asked Henrique, noticing the tension in her shoulders.“Yes.” Her sigh was deep and heavy.“Why the long face? Are tomorrow's scenes difficult? Drama? Crying?”Helena shook her head, looking out at the dark garden."They're not exactly ‘difficult’ technically. It's just... awkward. It's a kissing scene.The temperature on the balcony dropped five degrees instantly.“And the person I have to kiss is Josh,” she continued, oblivious to the change in Henrique's aura. "I'm afraid I'll get distracted, have a fit of laughter, or worse, end up punching

It was ridiculous. He was an international star. He had kissed the most beautiful women in the world on movie screens from Hollywood to Paris. But now, his hands were shaking.The irony of fate was cruel: although he and Helena had dated in the past, their relationship was purely... platonic and violent. He never laid a finger on her with malice, let alone tasted her lips.He never imagined that his first kiss with her would not happen under the moonlight of a romantic encounter, but surrounded by fifty technicians, fans with binoculars, and a director shouting instructions.As he tried to do breathing exercises to calm his heart, a sudden weight fell on his back.“What's up, blondie?”Helena, dressed in an elegant warrior costume with her hair tied up in a high ponytail, put her arm around his neck with the delicacy of a truck driver greeting a friend at a bar.“What are you doing?” She laughed, squeezing him. “You're not nervous, are you? I can feel your tense muscles from here!”“G