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After a brief moment of surprise. I refocused my gaze.
Standing there, he was unmistakably striking–6 feet tall, with long legs, elegant yet imposing, his presence so conspicuous in
the crowd.
His features, sharp and noble, seemed like they were sculpted by the gods themselves–nothing less than their greatest
He looked exactly like a prince stepping out of a fairy tale.
Once I confirmed it was really him, only four words echoed in my mind: Fate’s cruel irony.
But, thankfully, he hadn’t seen me. I had no idea what he was doing wandering the streets, so I turned and walked in the opposite direction, coffee in hand.
It wasn’t that I was afraid of him–I just didn’t want him disrupting my plans.
After all, we’d been divorced for three years. We should have been strangers by now.
I hurried back to the car, ready to leave, when I noticed the little brown bear keychain was missing from my keyring.
I froze for a moment before recalling that I must have left it on the table while playing with it at the cafe earlier.
I’d only remembered to grab the coffee when I left, but the bear…
It was something my son had hung on my keys, and if it was gone, he’d be heartbroken.
Lately, my son had caught a cold and been feeling miserable. I couldn’t bear the thought of him crying over this.
With a deep sigh. I went back to the cafe.
To my surprise, Hayden was still there.
Not only that, but he had also ordered a coffee and was sitting at my table, playing with the little bear.
I could hardly believe my eyes.
In such a busy mall, how was it possible to run into Hayden, let alone see him–someone so aloof and proud–drinking coffee?
My hand, still gripping the car keys, trembled slightly
What in the world had happened these past three years?
First, Lucy and Joanna, and now Hayden, sitting there with my bear?
Had I missed a flight or was I still jet–lagged?
I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself.
When I looked again, Hayden was still sitting there, staring at the little bear, his coffee untouched.
I couldn’t help but suspect he’d only ordered it as an excuse to sit down.
But, no matter what, it was still my bear, and I had to get it back.
I di
didn’t want to confront him directly, so I hid behind a tree and waited.
I stood there in the cold wind for over ten minutes, and finally, he got up, still holding my bear.
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I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling.
This was Hayden–heir of the Parker family, rich beyond measure–picking up a tiny stuffed bear from a café table?
Hayden returned to his car, placed the coffee in the cup holder, but kept the bear in his hand.
He couldn’t explain it, but something about the little bear felt oddly comforting
It was a feeling he couldn’t quite articulate, one that seemed to resonate deep within him.
“Could it be fate?‘ he wondered. Since I found it, I might as well keep
As for the coffee, he had asked Lacy about Yvonne, trying to understand her likes and dislikes, and learned that Yvonne had loved that particular cafe.
Lucy had told him he’d never really understood Yvonne, never truly knew what was on her mind.
But now, Hayden followed in her footsteps–visiting the places she liked, drinking the coffee she had adored–hoping to catch a glimpse of her heart.
Even if it was only a tiny fragment of understanding, it was something
The coffee was sweet, but Lucy had said Yvonne’s heart had been bitter. She needed just a little sweetness to soothe it.
Until Lucy had said that, Hayden hadn’t realized how much Yvonne had suffered while they were together.
“Yvonne, if we could start over, would you ever forgive me?” Hayden sighed, placing the bear on the dashboard, and pressed the accelerator.
He had no idea that, long after he drove away, I was still staring at his taillights.
That damn Hayden.
He truly was my nemesis.
For the past three years, all I could think about was revenge. And now, I was back in Elysiumville, knowing that sooner or later, I’d run into him.
I had imagined countless scenarios.
We’d stand face–to–face, saying nothing, perhaps exchanging polite pleasantries like strangers–or maybe we’d mock and insult each other.
I had imagined every possible outcome… but never this.
Fate, it seemed, had played a cruel joke on me.
I stood there, grinding my teeth, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, but eventually had no choice but to head home.
Before returning to Elysiumville, I’d bought a villa–after my marriage, I’d realized just how important property is for a woman’s security.
Once I got my business going abroad, I bought several more homes.
No matter what happened, no one could force me out of my own space.
As soon as I walked in, Marlon greeted me. “Where’ve you been? Waylon’s been looking for you.”
“Just ran into something,” I replied vaguely, quickly asking, “Where is he?”
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“He wouldn’t eat without you. Finally, he ate a few bites, but now Dylan’s telling him a story” Marlon took my coat as he spoke.
lgo see him.” I hurried upstairs.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I heard the soft light in Waylon’s room and Dylan’s deep voice, full of warmth and affection.
“The little fox was shivering in the cold, so it hurried into a cave to keep warm…
Then Waylon’s soft, curious voice asked, “Wow, will the little fox catch a cold?”
Dylan paused for a moment, clearly trying to think of an answer, then said, “Probably….
“Will it need medicine? Will the doctor give it an injection? Will it cry?” Waylon’s questions came in a flood, one after another.
Dylan was silent for a moment. A child at Waylon’s age is naturally curious about everything.
I smiled and walked in, saying, “The little fox is strong, just like Waylon. It never cries when it gets a shot.”
The moment he heard my voice, the little one leaped out of bed and ran toward me.
“Mommy.
“Careful.” Dylan quickly reached out to steady him as he rushed toward me.
I caught him in my arms. “You okay? Did you fall?
“Nope.” The little one giggled as he hugged my neck. “Dylan said the little fox could jump really high. Waylon can jump too!
It turned out he was mimicking the little fox.
I glanced at Dylan, who quickly looked away and coughed to cover the awkwardness.
“Well, I won’t interrupt your bonding time,” Dylan said, stepping back.
“I want Dylan to keep telling the story!” Waylon pouted, reaching for Dylan’s arms.
Dylan grinned, instantly lifting him and saying, “Okay, the little fox is the most fun, right?”
Waylon nodded enthusiastically and then looked at me, “Mommy, you should come listen too.”
Reluctantly, I walked over to join them. As I sat down, my car keys fell from my pocket.
Immediately, Waylon turned his head. “Mommy, where’s the little bear on your keychain?“
