Caleb POVWhen Cassy heard the endearment, she glared at me before pasting a smile on her lips.She turned away from me and walked fast toward Reynold Sparks, the man she shares the special endearment with. The sound of which is irritating to my ears.I rubbed my head to the top of my hair, frustrated beyond words.How would you feel if your wife is being called like that in public by just some man?Of course, I was pissed.Fingers digging into the front pockets of my pants, I took on a composed air and walked leisurely toward them.This time, the man was kissing Cassy's cheek, so I pulled her toward me, leaving Reynold to kiss the air

Caleb POVI pinched the bridge of my nose after my mother walked out in a huff.“Gordon!”“Yes, Mr. Kingston?”“Please call Amanda Hayes and ask for a meeting. I need to talk to her.”He nodded and proceeded to accomplish the task I assigned him.“Sir, Ms. Hayes’ assistant informed me they would be flying to Paris this afternoon. However, Ms. Hayes is free this lunch. Is it okay?"I rubbed my forehead because I was beginning to feel the start of a massive headache.“Okay. Set the meeting for lunch.  Thank you.”

Caleb POVMy gut twisted at the sight of my wife with her tear-stained eyes.When she fixed her gaze on me, my lungs felt constricted. Her eyes dripped with venom.Instantly, I felt something was off.Subconsciously, I stepped back, flustered.It was like being transported back to Cassy's pregnancy days when the mere sight of me disgusted her.Then, I realized that much of our problem was rooted in misunderstanding, so I quickly dispensed with pride and ran to her side to inquire.“How dare you?” Cassy lashed out.Her words, fi

Cassy POVAfter cuddling for what seemed like forever, I remembered it was still office hours.“Aren’t you going back to your office?” I reminded Caleb when he sat unmoving by my side and had no intention of leaving.He did not appear like a man who wanted to go anywhere else.He shook his head

Cassy POV“You are late!” Oakley demanded when she saw us jogging through the field on the way to their classroom. As Oakley puts it, we were late. Their class had been dismissed fifteen minutes ago, and most of the students were long gone except for a handful whose fetchers had not arrived. Some were in the playground, while others waited on the benches facing the playground. Our children occupy one of the benches.Their teacher sat with them while they waited for us outside. She and her brother were sitting on a bench. Oakley swung her legs back and forth in impatience. After apologizing to their teacher for the inconvenience, we faced our mad daughter to soothe her ruffled nerves.“Sorry honey, we were delayed at the office.” I shot Caleb an accusing look over Oakley’s head, daring him to disagree. If he had not teased me and chased after me all over the house, we would not be this late. Caleb roared back in laughter. The man sure looked happy. Who wouldn’t when he had me i