Chapter 64

Mr. Cruz woke up early in the morning, the sun just beginning to cast its warm glow through the bedroom window. He stretched his arms and yawned, ready to start his day. As he got out of bed, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized he was running a bit late. He hurriedly got dressed, slipping into his well-tailored suit, and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

After a quick shower and shave, Mr. Cruz made his way downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted him, making his senses come alive. He walked into the kitchen to find his wife, Madam Helene, sitting at the table, engaged in a lively conversation with someone on her phone.

"Is it Chelsea? Send my regards to her," Mr. Cruz said with a beam, assuming it was their daughter.

"What makes you think it's Chelsea? By the way, it's Hillary," Madam Helene replied, her tone slightly amused.

Mr. Cruz was taken aback. "How can you be so close with a stranger you just found at your women's c