Chapter

The room had accumulated a lot of dust from being unused for a long time. Melody found a cloth to wipe it down. While changing the water in the bathroom, she noticed that all her personal items, like her toothbrush, had disappeared. Instead, Cynthia's toiletries were sitting there alongside Christopher's.

Her lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Although she had lived there for two years, in just two weeks, Cynthia had completely erased her presence. She had gone from being the legitimate wife to feeling like an intruder.

Meanwhile, outside the modeling agency building, a Rolls-Royce stopped, and Cynthia exited the car. She deliberately lingered, her body angled to say goodbye to Christopher so everyone in the lobby could see who was in the car. As the car drove off, she smiled and waved, then turned around with a confident, smug expression.

“Wow, Cynthia! Your boyfriend dropped you off again!”

“You really have a great relationship. Mr. Fuller is handsome, rich, and an only child—no one will fight you for his inheritance in the future.”

“Yeah, I’m so envious of you. You’re lucky!”

Cynthia's smile widened as she listened to their flattery. But then, an unfriendly voice interrupted, “Is he really your boyfriend? Don’t tell me you’re just a mistress. After all, Mr. Fuller hasn’t publicly announced any relationship in twenty-seven years.”

Cynthia turned toward the two women, grinding her teeth and glaring at them. “You’re just jealous because you can’t have someone like him. If you had the chance, you would want a rich, handsome boyfriend, too.”

“Tell him to make your relationship public, then. If he does, we’ll believe you.”

Cynthia clenched her fists, but before she could retort, Arthur came out and stopped the argument.

In the CEO's office at Fuller Group, Christopher appeared to be listening to a report from his subordinate, but his mind was actually focused on what he wanted to order for dinner. He couldn't believe how much junk food he had eaten in the past half-month, aggravating his stomach problems. Especially late at night, he found himself raiding the fridge, desperately missing the taste of the meals Melody used to make.

After finalizing his top three dish choices, he took out his phone and sent Melody a message. After sending it, he frowned, wondering if he had ordered too much since she had just been discharged from the hospital. So he added a note, asking her only to make one dish.

“Mr. Fuller? Mr. Fuller?” the manager called out, snapping him back to reality.

Christopher looked up and said, “The plan is fine. We’ll implement it next quarter.”

Everyone in the room fell silent and stared at him. He was puzzled.

“The plan has already been finalized. We’re now discussing the new products for the quarter,” the manager whispered awkwardly.

Christopher was speechless. All had their own speculations. This was the second time this had happened; Christopher had left a meeting halfway through the first time, which was highly unusual. The manager sitting closest to him caught a glimpse of Christopher’s phone. The chat page was full of messages he had sent, but none had been replied to. Looking closer… Melody Smith? A woman?

There were rumors that Christopher had secretly married, but others claimed this wasn't true. Now, it seemed like maybe the rumor had some truth to it. But wasn't he with that female model, Cynthia? The high society circle was a real mess.

Back home, Melody had just finished wiping down the furniture, mopping the floor, and opening the windows to let air circulate when she received Christopher's meal requests. She pursed her lips, scoffed, and tossed the phone onto the bed. As expected, her role was just that of a maid—back only for a short time and already being pushed around.