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cry. Ok… don’t

“No, Marissa… don’t… don’t panic… don’t you dare cr show your

weakness to this heartless man.” She was consoling herself, repeatedly telling herself that the cold-hearted human who was sitting on the seat of the president was her husband.

The same husband, who kicked her out of his life like garbage. Who couldn’t keep her safe from the politics of his own mother and her sister.

As a husband, how he couldn’t sense that all this time the woman. he had been expressing his love to, was not Valerie?

Now today he was here as her soon-to-be boss. At least Amir was better than him. He showed his true colors without wasting much time.

Unlike Rafael who wasted two years of her precious life.

“Congratulations to all of you. Joseph told me how incredible your cooking was. However, the café will only go to one person,” he was speaking, and Marissa raised her eyelids to have a look at him.

The scoundrel had become more handsome and wasn’t even

glancing at her. Kate, the blond was looking at him as if she wanted to undress him that very minute.

Marissa tried to keep her eyes focused on the edge of the desk while other participants were nodding their heads now and then.

“You taste like strawberry… “someone from the past whispered in

her ear.

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“Keep making Beef Fajita for me. I’m sure in future we can sell your Beef Fajitas and it will be enough to get rich. I swear…

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He was the one who used to pour those words into her ears, and she believed him.

She could not hear a single word, he was saying to the participants. The only things she could hear right now were from the past.

She jerked when someone placed a coffee cup before her. Snacks were being placed on the desk because the president of MSin Industries was welcoming the winning participants with an open heart.

She tried to wipe the sweat that trickled down her forehead. It was getting difficult for her to sit there in his presence and listen to his mindless talk. At least, to her, it was mindless indeed.

“Excuse me,” she stood abruptly causing the chair to fall behind. All the pairs of eyes were on her now.

“I’m… I think… I’m not well…”

“Marissa…” Dean tried to talk to her, but she just raised her hand to stop him and went out of the door.

The poor Akari apologized to the people in the room and ran after

her.

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“Congratulations!” Most of her employees hadn’t left and were waiting for her in the kitchen while drinking coffee.

Marissa smiled and freed her hair from the silk scrunchie giving it

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a wild shake.

“Thanks…” she brushed her fingers through her hair and looked around in the kitchen.

“You don’t look good to me,” Citra narrowed her eyes to have a better look at her, “You must be exhausted. Why don’t you go and take a rest?”

Marissa was not liking it. All these women, gathered here to celebrate her success. She owed them a little bit of her time.

“Ah! I know that look,” another employee said, “No need to feel guilty, Marissa. You have been working a lot lately and it’s natural if you feel tired. Citra is right. You should take some rest.”

Marissa thanked them and came upstairs to meet her kids. When she went to their bedroom, they had already taken the bath and Flint was reading them a story.

Sitting on a bean bag relaxer, Sophia was nearby, busy on her laptop.

“Hey. You are back!” she exclaimed and hugged her friend tight.

Her kids ran to her in excitement.

“Did you get the contract?” Abi asked her innocently and Marissa picked her up and got to their bed.

She settled her babies near her, with Abi still on her chest.

“Yeah. I did,” she told them softly, “However, I don’t know if I’ll accept it or not.”

Only Alexander was the one who had a knowing look on his face. Abi and Ariel just hid their faces inside her chest.

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She kept brushing their hair one by one until they slipped into a peaceful sleep. For a crazy moment, she didn’t want to leave the room and wanted to stay hidden there along with her kids.

She didn’t know what impression she must have made on those corporate employees by fleeing away without giving them any excuse but right now she wasn’t in the right state of mind.

Once she came out of the room, she didn’t even bother to take off her eye makeup and sat by the kitchen counter engrossed in her thoughts.

“What is it, Mar?” her heart raced when she heard Sophia’s voice. She was under the impression that she had gone to sleep.

“You are still awake!” Marissa chuckled which lacked humor.

“The moment I saw your face when you entered the kids’ room…. knew something was not right,” Sophia placed the wine bottle on the counter along with two glasses.

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Marissa gave her a questioning look.

“This is not only for celebrations but also to unwind yourself,” She slid a glass towards her and nodded at her encouragingly.

“Now shoot!” Sophia started pouring wine into the glasses. Her hand shook a little when she heard Marissa’s words..

“MSin belongs to him. He is the president of the firm. I didn’t know he had changed the name of Sinclair Industries…”

“Wh.. what? Rafael?” Marissa nodded and took a big chug of the drink from her glass.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence in the room.

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“By the sound of it, he already knows about you and his kids. Did he ever try to take them or meet them?” Marissa took another sip and

shook her head.

“He knows you are living here. Yet he didn’t show any surprise. He didn’t try to scare you off. What if he is here to take a middle ground with you?”

Marissa still didn’t remark.

“What are you planning to do, love?” Flint asked observing deep thinking lines on her forehead.

“I’m planning to stay and fight…” When she raised her eyes, there was an odd twinkle, “I’m done running, Flint.”

This time Sophia asked her, “What about the catering contract?”

Marissa chuckled and this time a smile appeared on her lips, “I’m not ending my contract. This is my job and I’m not going to sabotage anything for the sake of some Tom, Dick, and Harry.”

Flint’s face was beaming when he heard that, “That’s like my girl.” He ruffled her hair fondly, “Now show me that contract. Let me see

how it feels to hold it.”

Marrisa gave a confused look to Flint, “What?” poor Flint didn’t know, what it was about.

“I… I … think I forgot my contract file in the office… On Rafael Sinclair’s desk…” She then gave her best smile to Flint, “Don’t worry, Flint. I’ll go tomorrow myself to pick that up!”

Rafael Sinclair! Here I come!