Chapter 39

Bianca woke up early as usual. She was sitting in the dining room having some flavorful coffee. Shortly, Cayden jogged down the stairs looking charming as always. His face was framed by his center-parted shoulder-length hair. Holding a briefcase, he was in a suit and well-polished black shoes.

"Morning Mom!" He walked to her and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning, cutie!" Smiling, she assessed him and said, "My goodness! You're gorgeous!"

"Thanks, Mom!" He grabbed her coffee and took a sip.

She sniffed and said, "You smell so sweet!

"Thanks, Mom!" He said, glancing at his wristwatch.

"So…"

"I'm sorry Mom but I gotta go now," He said to her.

Her brows furrowed. "Aren't you gonna have breakfast?"

"No, Mom," He said. "I gotta beat the clock right now."

"But you promised to…"

"Mom, I'm not hungry." He was about to walk away but she grabbed his big arm with her tiny hands. "What, Mom?" His brows furrowed.

"What's going on, Cayden?" She asked, gazing up at him and he rolled his eyes, looking in another direction. "I've prepared your favorite cause you promised to eat."

He gazed down at her. His glittery blue eyes were fierce and burning. "But mom I'm not hungry." He glanced at his wristwatch again.

"Cayden please…"

"Mom stop," His quiet voice was undertone with anger. "Mom just let go." He attempted to pull her hands away but she wouldn't let go of him. "What is this, Mom?! I'm running late already."

"Cayden please…"

He huffed. "I said I'm not fuckin hungry!!" He yelled and shock flashed in her face. "What part of I'm late for work you don't fuckin grab?!"

Gazing bewilderedly at him, her hands weakened and she slowly let go of his arm. Tears gathered in her eyes as she watched him slam the door. She began to tremble. Her wide eyes were glowing with shock. He'd hurt her feelings badly. She'd prepared breakfast for him and he…

Shutting her eyes, tears began to flow down her cheeks. Her lips were trembling. She exhaled and glared at the stairs.

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Elodre could not even open her right eye due to how swollen the lump was. She woke up with a drastic headache.

"You fool!! Come outta that fuckin room!!" Bianca was banging violently on the door and Elodre was listening. "Come out here!!" She banged harder. "I've always known you're a witch from the onset! Witch!" Bianca was screaming outside the room. "Poor old witch! You just came for my son's wealth! Nothing else but his money to give to your poor wretched family who doesn't even care about your existence!!"

Indeed! Tears were flowing down Elodre's cheeks. As she wept, the lump hurt even more. Bianca was right. No one but Cayden cared about her.

"Prostitute!!" Bianca screamed, banging on the door. "You think you'd remain here for long?! You better start packing up your stuff cause you are leaving soon!! I promise! You're fuckin leaving!! Whore!! You had the guts to sleep with my husband?! You succeeded in blindfolding my son but you know what?! It's not gonna work anymore!!"

Placing both hands on her aching head, Elodre was weeping on the bed. Her body was trembling terribly.

"Since the day you stepped into this family, my son has become so miserable!!" Bianca continued. "Just wait for it!!"

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Resting both elbows on the table in his office, Cayden was cupping his face in his palm. He just couldn't get his wife out of his head. He's just so lost.

Locking his fingers together, he blew out heavily. He just couldn't live with the fact that she was in pain right now. The fact that he hurt her last night.

Oh, damn! Elodre. He thought.

He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

"How are you feeling?" He asked but she couldn't speak. She was weeping. His brows furrowed. "Elodre? Elodre?! What's going on? What the fuck is going on? Elodre??"

What! He hung up. He couldn't even grab what she was saying. His eyes were glowing fiercely and his hands clenched in a fist. Yeah, she was crying last night but this one was pretty extreme.

What the fuck is going on?!!

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"You aren't taking that food anywhere!" Bianca's arms were open as she stood on the stairs blocking Jasmine.

"Ma'am…please…I…"

"Wait. What?!!" Bianca's eyes narrowed. "You've now grown to the point of talking after me, huh?" Folding her arms, she raised a brow.

"N…no, ma'am," Jasmine stuttered, facing downward with the tray of food in her hands. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Then take that food back to the kitchen now!!!" Bianca instructed coldly. "She should come down the stairs to eat!!"

Her yell attracted little Raiden who came out of the room and stood above the stairs, gazing down at her.

Still lying on the bed, Elodre was hearing everything Bianca was saying. Has it got to this level? Things would definitely get nastier so long as Bianca was around. Tears were flowing freely from her bloodshot eyes. What has Cayden said to her?!

Bianca called her a prostitute and a witch?! Of everything Bianca had said to her, these two words were still floating in her head.

"My son can't even eat at home anymore cause you disgust him!!" She yelled from the dining room.

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Weston! Look what you've done!! Elodre wept bitterly.

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She never got out of bed. She couldn't even budge an inch. In tears, she raised the pillow and slipped out her phone.

Weston's day at work was pretty rough and hectic. He'd just finished scolding a few of his employees for not being accurate in their research. He'd received series of complaints from a couple of people and some organizations he partnered with. He had a bunch of meetings to attend for which he was already running late. His secretary had not finished a very important document that he was supposed to cross-check. Today was just so fucked up for him.

Coming out of the ICT unit of his company, he got into his office and slammed the door. He was all sweaty, angry, and worn out. At this point, none of his staff dared to cross his path as they were all trying to cover up.

Restlessly, he rested his elbows on his sleek table and poked his fingers into his hair. Oh, fuckin damnit! He cursed savagely.

He drew his laptop closer to check a few things. He was about to sip his water in a tumbler when his phone chimed on his paper-infested table. He picked the phone up and his grimace deepened when he noticed it was Elodre calling…

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