1 knew he was a person of high self–esteem. So I always helped him quietly behind the scenes.
With my support, he revived the failing Carter Group and became the richest man in the province.
But after he found success, he barely came home. I asked him to spend more time with our son, but the man who once said he didn’t look down on ordinary people now looked at me with disdain.
“You’re just a housewife–what do you know? A man’s job is to make money. I don’t have time to waste with you two. Without me working out there, how do you think you and our son got to live so comfortably?”
His change slowly made me lose faith in him.
But I was still grateful.
He had given me good genes, and I gave
I gave birth to
to a smart, exceptional son.
I just wanted to stay by my son’s side and raise him well.
So I tolerated everything. But I never thought that all my patience would end with him getting his secretary pregnant behind my back.
And because of that, our son died.
His death erased any lingering attachment I had to this family.
And as for the love I had for Dominic, it vanished completely.
Chapter 3
Lost in thought, I carried my son’s ashes to the Carter Edifice.
Inside the building, the province’s business elites and aristocratic families had all gathered to celebrate Carter Group’s 30th anniversary.
Dominic stood among the crowd, dashing in his suit and exuding confidence, Beatrice clung to his arm in an elegant gown, sweet and clingy.
I walked in expressionless, and the moment I got close, I heard Beatrice pouting: “Dom, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault your wife’s demanding a divorce.” Dominic lovingly tapped her nose, his voice so gentle it was as if he were afraid to melt her: “Silly girl, I’m rich and Simone loves me to death. There’s no way she’d actually divorce me. She’s just throwing a tantrum Ignore it.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, his gaze landed on me. The affection in his
turned instantly
roki.
gour son. And you show up alone?”
“Simone, didn’t I tell you today is Carter Group’s 30th anniversary celebration? I told you to bring our
The moment I appeared, the guests began whispering with curled lips and scornful expressions: “So that’s Mrs. Carter? She looks like some country bumpkin.”
“A stay–at–home mom, huh? No wonder she doesn’t fit in with us business elites.”
“No surprise Mr. Carter favors Miss Pembroke. Just look at her so shabby and plain. She doesn’t deserve him.”
Their mockery brought a sig little smile to Beatrice’s lips.
Then, feigning Innocence, she looked at me with red–rimmed eyes.
“Simone, I shouldn’t have gotten pregnant. It caused problems between you and Dom.”
“you really hate me, just curse at me or something. But don’t take it out on Alexander by not bringing him–and dressing like you’re going to a funeral.”
“You know today is the Carter Group celebration. All the city’s celebrities are here. Are you trying to embarrass the Carter family and make Dom look bad..?”
Her fake compassion and generosity made Dominic’s eyes glea
Even the guests around us looked at her with admiration.
But I simply stared at her coldly and said flatly,
“If you want to be a bastard’s mistress, that’s your business,”
*But don’t you dare mention my son. You’re not worthy.”
