All Chapters of MOMMY FOR HIRE: BREAKING THE CEO'S WALL [ ENGLISH ] : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Charlene’s POVI woke to a quiet that felt… comforting.I couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t heavy or unsettling—just calm, like the house itself was finally breathing. I got out of bed and stepped into the hallway. The silence lingered. The lights were off except for the kitchen, where a soft yellow glow spilled into the dark corridor, restrained and careful.Kerill was there.He stood by the counter, coffee in hand, dressed simply in a white polo. No jacket. No urgency. He looked like someone who hadn’t fully decided to face the morning yet. When he noticed me, his gaze lifted.“Good morning,” he said.His voice was neutral—but not distant the way it used to be.“Good morning,” I replied, my voice still rough from sleep.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched until he cleared his throat, as if reminding himself to say something.“How’s Wency?” I asked.“Still asleep,” he answered. “She’s stable.”I nodded. That should’ve been the end of it. I should’ve turned back or

Charlene’s POVEver since Monica arrived, I’ve felt unsure of my place in this house. I thought she’d leave soon, that her stay would be brief. But it became clear quickly—she wasn’t going anywhere.The house felt different. Quieter. Colder. Even the staff avoided the living room now, as if her presence alone was enough to make them disappear. She was always there, always watching, always in control.That afternoon, I was at the dining table, helping Lily with her homework. She barely spoke—a stark contrast to the chatty little girl she used to be.“Are you okay?” I asked gently.She nodded, eyes fixed on her paper. Didn’t look at me.I didn’t push. I knew she felt the tension too—the invisible weight hanging over us. Then, without warning, Monica appeared.She didn’t announce herself. She was just there. Perfectly dressed. Calm. Smiling at the kids as though yesterday’s tension hadn’t existed.“Charlene,” she said lightly. “Busy?”“A little,” I replied.“Good,” she said. “I won’t be

Charlene’s POVSince Monica left, the house has grown even quieter. You know that kind of silence—the kind that feels lifeless, as if someone who once belonged to the walls themselves has suddenly vanished.Hours had already passed since she walked out, yet something still weighed heavily on Kerill’s mind. I could feel it lingering in the air, unspoken but unmistakable.After putting the children to bed, I immediately went looking for him. I found him in his office, seated in his swivel chair with his back to the door. The door was open, so I stepped inside, choosing to remain silent.I couldn’t think of what to say—especially knowing he was just as lost as I was. So I simply stood there, quiet, watching him.“She’s my first love.”I lifted my gaze when he spoke. Did he know I was there? Was he talking to me?“She’s the woman I dreamed of growing old with,” he continued. He still didn’t turn around. I noticed the glass in his hand, filled with alcohol—he was clearly drunk.“I loved he

The moment I stepped into my room, I dropped onto the bed, forcing myself to stay quiet. God, I’m being so dramatic. Why does it feel like getting hurt is the end of the world? So what if he doesn’t like me? So what if he never will? Am I really going to die because of it?I wanted to believe that—but my mind refused to cooperate. I was confused by what I was feeling. I didn’t know when it started or how it even happened. Was it because of last night? Because of what happened between us? Was that why I hoped for something more? Was that why my chest felt this heavy? Why did I even let it happen?Stupid. You’re so stupid, Charlene.I stayed like that for a few minutes before reality finally sank in—he probably didn’t care at all. Maybe it was better to stop whatever hope was quietly growing inside me while it was still early. Maybe this was nothing more than admiration, something that would fade on its own.That’s how I’ve always been. I get attached way too easily. Show me even the sm

Charlene’s POVI lost count of how many times I had tried to talk to Ericka since the incident at the plaza. She seemed to avoid me everywhere—hallways, the dining area, even the living room. The moment she sensed I was approaching, she would slip away.But I refused to give up. I had promised myself I wouldn’t.That afternoon, I finally found her in the small library. She was sitting on the floor, a book in her hands, though it was clear she wasn’t really reading. Her eyes were fixed on a page, distant, as if lost in a memory.“Ericka,” I called softly.She didn’t look up. Didn’t even acknowledge me. I took a careful step closer. “Can we talk?”“I’m busy,” she replied coldly.“I just want to know if you’re… okay,” I said gently.She glared at me, irritation flickering across her face. “And what business is that of yours if I’m not okay? Can you do anything about it? You’re not my mother. So please… stay out of my problems.” She stood, ready to pass by me.For reasons I couldn’t expla