My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 2

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 2–Five years later, Tessa was sitting in the saloon of a luxurious private yacht plying the waves of the vast, shimmering blue sea. She held her mahogany violin as she silently tuned it.

The other members of the orchestra took their places around him, chatting animatedly among themselves about the yacht’s owner, who turned out to be the well-known little prince of the Sawyer family.

The boy was already rumored to be worth billions even though he was barely four years old, and his great-grandfather, old Mr. Sawyer, wasn’t holding back when it came to celebrating the boy’s birthday. In fact, the yacht itself was a gift to him, and he bought it without blinking.

“Hey, why do you think the Sawyers appointed our orchestra to perform during the little prince’s birthday celebration?” There are many other orchestras more famous than ours.

-Who knows? I only heard that it was the little prince who selected us to perform today. Thanks to him we can play on a yacht as glamorous as this one, and our fees have almost quadrupled for this event!

Upon hearing this, the other members of the orchestra began to express their envy:

“We should all be so lucky to have only a tenth of the little prince’s wealth.” Think how easy our life would be then.

“Fate favors some over others, and the little prince seems to have taken most of the luck!” We only have to be jealous.

Hearing that, Tessa felt the corners of her lips turn up in a bitter, humorless smile. Indeed, she thought grimly, there are those who were favored by fate and granted victory from the moment they were born, like the little prince of the Sawyer family.

Then there were those who, like her, had fallen behind before the referee could even fire the fire to announce the start of the race. Tessa’s father was a piece of scum who cheated on her wife and was ignorant of everything she had done for him, abandoning her and forgetting their past struggles together as soon as her business reached the pinnacle of success.

but each other. As a result, she had been forced

should have been four years old too, more or less the same

over and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on the verge of tears. Just then, a sharp cry snapped Tessa out of

 What are

turned in the direction of the voice, only to see

was wearing an elegant evening gown and her face was delicately made up. She had a haughty tilt to her chin as she looked down her nose at him, just like

a disgusted face when she saw it, not expecting

crossed to her, the sound of her stilettos hitting the floor echoing through the room. When he stopped in front of her, he sneered arrogantly, “I didn’t think you were still alive. I was under the impression that you

funds so mercilessly, she would never have needed to give birth to that man’s child, let alone go through the devastation of being separated from her baby. “She and her mother are responsible

are still alive and kicking, then of course Timothy and

as she remembered, she had always been too shy and insecure of herself to fight back, “It’s only been a few years since we last met, but it

you and

this was not the time to bring up the past. With that in mind, she stood up to find

to get her and Timothy out of the Reinhart Residence. She thought that she had won. But for some reason, she still felt like he was beneath her, even when he was in front of her, all glam and dressed up. Whether it was the looks of her or the grace

of that, jealousy flashed in Sophia’s eyes: She was supposed to rot in the streets as soon as we kicked her out of the family. How dare she appear here at this lavish event as

violin Tessa was currently carrying, and mischief colored her face. Looking around her to make sure no one was paying

 Stumbling, Tessa plunged forward, giving in to gravity as she crashed to the ground unceremoniously. After her fall, a sort of rhymeless growl emanated from the violin as it fell

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