All Chapters of Wasted Tears: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Butler Stewart kept his hands folded neatly behind his back, his posture perfectly straight. His face showed absolutely no emotion, completely unbothered by his boss’s furious gaze.Butler Stewart looked at his boss, and he repeated, his voice smooth and professional, “Sir, Mr James Senior stated that the legal wife of the James family belonged in the honeymoon suite, and the staff carried out his orders without question.”The alcohol in his veins seemed to instantly evaporate, replaced by a cold, hollow dread. His grandfather hadn't just made a decision; he had intentionally kept him in the dark.Preston looked at Butler Stewart with a confused expression and asked, “Why was I not notified when Brooklyn moved into the mansion, Stewart?"Butler Stewart didn't blink. He kept his hands neatly folded behind his back, his face a perfectly blank mask of high-society professionalism. He looked at his boss and replied, “Mr James Senior forbade us from warning you, Sir.”The words felt like a

When Hiram arrived for the meeting, he stopped in his tracks, completely puzzled to find his best friend staring into space. He waved a hand in front of his frozen face and asked, “What happened, Jason?”A radiant smile lit up Jason’s handsome face as he looked at his best friend and replied, “My future wife just invited me out for lunch this coming Saturday. I couldn't have asked for a better present, Hiram.”Seeing Jason completely smitten again brought a true wave of happiness to him. Hiram smiled warmly and said, “Congratulations, my best friend. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” Then they walked to the boardroom.After parting ways with Mr Ashford, Brooklyn headed straight to her office and dialled the Forensic Psychologist's private clinic to book the mandatory counselling. Luck was on her side; a last-minute cancellation had just opened up a slot for that very evening.Brooklyn immediately dialled Grandpa James’ number to deliver the good news. When the call was conne

In the meantime, at the James Group, Vivica was sobbing sorrowfully in her lover’s embrace. She looked at him with tear-stained, bloodshot eyes, and she cried, “My love, I went to my family hospital to have your janitor wife fired, but her supervisor protected her.I couldn’t believe my ears when my own brother demanded that I apologise to a mere supervisor right in front of the staff and patients. I have never felt so humiliated and embarrassed, my love.”Preston was shocked to learn that his beloved had gone to the hospital to confront his nominal wife.He wrapped his arms tighter around his sweetheart’s trembling shoulders, then he gently kissed her on top of her head and replied, “Sweetheart, my heart aches when I see you crying. Please don’t dirty your hands on such an irrelevant person.”Vivica sniffled, burying her face into his chest, entirely comforted by his words. She was still completely blind to the truth. She genuinely believed that a low-ranking supervisor had used a vac

A few days before Jason’s birthday, his mother turned to him with a look of gentle hesitation and asked softly, “Are we going to celebrate your birthday this year, my dearest son?”The death of Jason’s girlfriend had cast a long, dark shadow over his life, turning his special day into a quiet period of remembrance rather than a high-society celebration.His mother had always respected that silence, stepping back to let him process his grief from a distance.However, this year felt entirely different; the presence of a mysterious woman had finally cracked the ice around Jason’s heart.Jason’s eyes softened with a rare warmth that instantly caught his mother’s attention, and he replied, his voice steady, “Yes, Mom. The long period of mourning is behind us now. Please go ahead and prepare the celebration.”A profound, emotional silence blanketed the room as the weight of his answer fully registered in his mother’s heart. Her eyes instantly welled with tears of overwhelming relief.For thr

Jason’s sharp mockery stripped away the last of Vivica’s arrogance. She slowly turned her head to glare at her lover, her eyes flashing with pure rage as she took in his bloodless, terrified face.Grabbing his arm, she hissed under her breath, her voice shaking violently, “What is Jason talking about, Preston? What on earth are you hiding from me?”Preston wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and he stammered, “Sweetheart, I... I never actually told you that my wife was a janitor.You jumped to that conclusion all on your own, and I just didn't want to ruin your fun. So, I let you believe what you wanted, my love.”Vivica nearly choked on her own saliva, a wave of dizziness hitting her as she processed how easily he was discarding her to save himself.She hissed, her voice trembling with rage, “It’s true you never explicitly said it, Preston. However, you sat by and let me believe it. You never once corrected me when I assumed she was nothing but a peasant.”Vivica shot Brooklyn a v