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Chapter 25
Jessica enjoyed the attention from her boss, Hank, savoring the flowers and gifts he showered her with. However, she maintained a boundary when it came to physical affection, refusing to let things go beyond the flirtation. This wasn’t about maintaining her chastity, but rather a strategy to make Hank desire her more—something she knew he wouldn’t easily resist.
Jessica wasn’t interested in being just another mistress. She envisioned herself as the one who would stand beside Hank, taking the rightful place of his wife. But the reality was, Hank had been with Liberty for many years, ever since their college days. Liberty had once been the finance director of the company, but after marriage, she chose to become a full-time mother. By the time Jessica joined the company, Liberty had already left her career behind.
Though Jessica had never met Liberty, she had heard plenty of gossip from old colleagues. They spoke of Liberty’s quick transition into motherhood, having had a son just a year after marrying Hank. They also mentioned how Liberty’s body had changed dramatically after giving birth, and Hank, not shy about his complaints, had often criticized his wife’s appearance.
Jessica couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “Liberty is such a fool. She should have kept her figure after marriage. No man will stick around for an overweight wife.”
In Jessica’s eyes, it was Liberty’s own fault for not taking better care of herself, allowing her husband’s attraction to fade. Meanwhile, Hank could have been more generous to Jessica if Liberty had been more mindful of her spending.
Hank scowled as he remembered Liberty’s weight. “She’s a pig. I feel sick every time I look at her. I would’ve divorced her long ago if she hadn’t given me a son.”
In contrast, Serenity was everything Liberty was not. She was younger, more attractive, and carried herself with an effortless grace that made her stand out, even though she came from a rural background. Liberty had once shared that same charm, but it had all faded with the extra pounds she’d gained over time.
Liberty, unaware of her husband’s affair with his secretary, didn’t think much of the sweet voice she’d heard on the other end of Hank’s calls. As she pushed the stroller, her mind wandered, and she accidentally rammed it into a parked Maybach.
The damage was minor—a scratch on the luxury car’s body—but when Liberty saw the car’s logo, her heart skipped a beat. Just then, the owner of the car arrived. He was a man in his thirties, dressed in black, with a strikingly handsome face marked by a menacing scar across his right cheek. The sight of him frightened Sonny, who reached out to his mother for comfort.
The man examined his car, clearly irritated, but he didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he spoke sternly, “Leave me your contact number. I’ll need it to claim the cost of repairs.”
“I’m so sorry,” Liberty repeated, flustered.
The man stood silent for a moment, his gaze hardening as he glanced back at Liberty and her son. “Accidents happen, but an apology doesn’t fix the damage. Watch where you’re going next time. You can pay for the car repair, but what would happen if something happened to your child?”
Liberty nodded, clearly regretful. “I understand. It’s my fault. I’ll be more careful in the future.” She pulled out her phone. “Can you share your number? I’ll call you so you can save mine, and we can settle the repair costs.”
The man gave her his number, and Liberty quickly dialed it, letting the phone ring before hanging up.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Liberty. Liberty Hunt,” she replied.
After saving her contact, the man waved her off. “Alright then. You can go now.”
Liberty apologized again and pushed the stroller away, dreading what her husband would say when she got home that evening.
