After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 113

The house no longer felt like home.

That night, she slept in Alex’s room, curled up beside him as he clung to her in his sleep.

The next morning, as Nora prepared to leave, the maid came to collect the laundry.

“Miss Nora, would you like these washed?” The maid asked, pointing to the nightgown she had changed out of last night.

Nora glanced at them, then shook her head. “No need. Just throw them away.”

The maid hesitated, startled by the request.

Then, as if realizing something, Nora added, “And those bags in the attic, I don’t want them either.”

There was no place for those things in her life anymore.

Just then, Alex came running down the stairs, his schoolbag bouncing against his back.

“Mom, let’s go!” he called, grabbing her hand.

She took him to school, dropping him off at the gate.

Just as she was about to leave, a little boy ran up to her, waving excitedly.

It was Brian, the neighbor’s son.

“Nora! Why didn’t you come home last night?” he asked curiously. “My mom made cookies! She wanted to give you

some!”

Before Nora could respond, Alex scowled.

huffed. “Mom was at home last night.

gazed at Alex with a

Brian had overheard enough adult conversations and observed enough of his surroundings to grasp the complexities of

and that his marriage to Aunt Nora

doesn’t seem

show of support before hurrying off

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children were more perceptive than

she had no intention of delaying the

gently, offering Alex a small smile. Alex nodded and followed Brian into

to leave, a voice called out. “Miss Nora?”

see Alex’s teacher approaching, her expression

if you were aware of next week’s parent–child

Parent–child program? Neither Arnold nor Alex had mentioned it.

or, more likely, had already decided Linda would be the one

between her

unspoken words weighed heavy in the air.

time comes,” Nora said lightly, her tone calm but detached. The teacher’s sigh

left without another word, though her

a dull

forcing herself into spaces where she wasn’t wanted.

Arnold wanted Linda to be Alex’s “mother,” she

them see if they

office, the atmosphere was

demeanor as soon as she stepped inside. His usually animated coworkers were muttering amongst themselves, their

she asked, directing

Arnold set up another design studio under his name. They’re launching a fashion brand in direct competition with us. And, of course, Linda and

passed through

hard work, their passion, was now facing unnecessary competition simply