"Hey, sweetheart, we can't waste any more time arguing with them," Elijah persuaded me, urging me to leave.As I stepped out of Mr. Alonzo's office, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. How did he find out about my ongoing divorce with Marcus? And more importantly, how could I fix this situation and salvage my reputation?Time was of the essence. I couldn't afford for this news to spread and tarnish not only my name but also the reputation of my company. I had worked tirelessly to build it up, and I wasn't about to let it crumble due to a mistake that wasn't even my own.Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of Elijah's wise words. He had always been my pillar of strength and my voice of reason. He believed in me and my capabilities, always encouraging me to stand up for what was right. And right now, it was crucial for me to clear my name and set the record straight.Returning to my office, I dialed Marcus's number. He answered on the first ring, his voice filled with concern..."H
I and Marcus exchanged glances as they inquired about our son, causing my heart to race. It had been years since we last laid eyes on each other, and now we found ourselves seated in this sterile conference room, accompanied by a social worker and a lawyer, discussing our current circumstances."I won't deny it," Marcus stated, his voice filled with seriousness. "We do have a son."I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "Yes, our one and only son," I affirmed, my gaze still locked with Marcus.A rush of memories from our tumultuous marriage flooded my mind. The highs and lows, the love and pain, all leading to our eventual divorce.The media reporter looked at us with sympathy in her eyes."I understand that this must be challenging for both of you," she began, "but it's important to remain neutral for the sake of your son."Taking a deep breath, I composed myself. "Of course," I replied, "he is our child. We will do whatever it takes to ensure his safety and happiness."To my
“Yes, ma’am” she replied.I smiled at Betty as we looked at each other. It had been a long time since the last time I saw her, but as soon as I laid eyes on her, all the memories came flooding back. Betty had been Marco’s nanny when he was a baby, taking care of him. Now, as a successful woman , I was grateful for everything Betty had done for me.“Betty, it's really so good to see you again. I just can’t believe” I said, giving her a warm hug.“It's good to see you too, ma’am. You look more beautiful and sexy. You are completely different from before,” Betty replied.I smiled and thanked her. As we sat down on the couch, I couldn't help but remember the conversation we had before I left the mansion all those years ago.“Do you remember when you encouraged me to leave the mansion, Betty?” I asked, looking at her with a grateful expression.Betty nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Of course I do. I remember telling you that you were strong and capable, and that you didn't need
I couldn't believe the audacity of Betty After sharing my excitement about my new life with Elijah, she had the nerve to suggest that I still had feelings for Marcus. I couldn't let her assumptions go unchallenged."Betty, that's simply not true," I asserted firmly, trying to maintain my composure."I am genuinely happy with Elijah. He fulfills everything I've ever desired in a partner."But Betty shook her head, undeterred. "I don't mean to offend you, Ma'am Samantha, but it's written all over your face. Whenever we discuss him, your eyes light up. It's evident that you still harbor emotions for Sir Marcus."Taking a deep breath, I attempted to control my frustration. While I appreciated Betty's concern, she had no right to make assumptions about my feelings. "Betty, I value your care for me, but you don't understand the whole picture. I have completely moved on from Marcus. He is my past, and I am fully committed to Elijah."Betty shook her head once more, turning to face me directl
Suddenly, the tranquility of the room was shattered by the thunderous sound of footsteps echoing from above. My eyes instinctively darted upwards, only to witness the sight of my son Marco hurtling down the staircase, his face beaming with delight."Mommy!" he exclaimed, rushing towards me and leaping onto my lap. "I've missed you! Can we have some fun?"His infectious enthusiasm brought a smile to my face, but I couldn't help but notice the tinge of disappointment in his expression when he noticed Elijah sitting beside me on the couch."What's the matter, sweetheart?" I inquired, gently running my fingers through his curly brown locks. "Would you like to play with Daddy Elijah?" I suggested, my smile unwavering.Marco's frown deepened as he cast another glance at Elijah. "I don't want to play with him," he responded, his voice filled with a rare seriousness.His words caught me off guard. Marco had always been warm and accepting of Elijah, even displaying a genuine fondness for him.
As I entered the living room, a wave of panic washed over me when I witnessed Elijah towering over Marco, his voice booming with fury.My poor son sat on the couch, trembling with fear and uncertainty, his innocent eyes reflecting a mix of terror and bewilderment.My blood boiled as I approached them, ready to defend my son."What is happening here?" I demanded, trying to maintain a calm tone despite the rage bubbling inside me. Elijah turned to me, his expression softening as he noticed the anger in my eyes."I apologize, Sweetheart," he said, his voice lowering."I just got frustrated with Marco. He left his toys scattered all over the kitchen, and I nearly tripped on them."His explanation was meant to justify his actions, but it only fueled my anger."So, just because he left some toys on the floor, you think it's acceptable to yell at him like that?" I shot back, my voice escalating.Looking into Marco's tear-filled eyes, I realized that this wasn't the first time Elijah had lost
Days went by and Elijah assured me that he would make it up to Marco. However, Marcus and I still hadn't addressed the incident that occurred last time. I had accused him of brainwashing Marco, but before anything else, I had asked Betty to take care of Marco while I was at work.As the clock struck 1pm, I found myself sitting in my office, staring at my computer screen, attempting to concentrate on the never-ending stream of emails flooding my inbox. But my mind kept wandering back to Elijah, my fiancé and business partner, who had dropped a bombshell on me earlier in the day."Hey, Sweetheart," Elijah said, entering my office with a serious expression on his face. "Can we talk for a minute?"I turned towards him, giving a nod and motioning for him to take a seat. "What's on your mind?"Elijah took a deep breath before speaking. "I have to go on a business trip next week. It's a sudden development, but it's incredibly important. I need to finalize a deal with our company's biggest in
"Hey there, this is Hannah. May I ask who I'm speaking with?""Hannah? Who are you?"I asked.I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My heart was racing and my mind was filled with so many questions. Who was Hannah? Why has Elijah’s phone? And most importantly, was Elijah cheating on me?I tried to push the thoughts away, reminding myself that I had made a mistake with Marcus. I had no right to accuse Elijah of anything. I knew him better than that. But still, the doubts lingered in my mind.As she immediately ended the call, I looked over at Marcus who was sitting across from me. He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about who had called. I simply said it was Elijah and that I needed to talk to a client. I quickly said goodbye and hung up, my mind still reeling from the woman’s voice.I immediately called my secretary and asked her to explain to our client that I would be a little late for our meeting. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what was going on.I decided