Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 85 A Terrible Dream

Chapter 85 A Terrible Dream

Galatea was furious last night when she said that even if he wanted to throw the gift box away, he shouldn't do it in front of her. Upon his return to the company, he promptly discarded it.

For some inexplicable reason, seeing the gift box in the trash can filled Galatea with a sense of dread.

From her own perspective, Galatea knew she couldn't accept such a valuable gift. However, when considering Alaric's point of view, his annoyance at his thoughtful present being rejected was understandable.

At that moment, Galatea couldn't help but regret her actions-if she had happily accepted the gift the night before, maybe things would have turned out joyfully for both of them. She chastised herself for being so overly sentimental. Just as she was mulling over her dilemma, another knock on the door distracted her. Without thinking, Galatea hastily retrieved the gift box from the trash bin and stuffed it into her pocket.

As she came back to her senses, intending to tell whoever was at the door to wait, Alaric spoke without delay. "Come in."

The company's vice president entered, and upon seeing Galatea, he greeted them with respect, "Mr. Alaric, Mrs. Knight."

Mrs. Knight? Did the company staff address her as Mrs. Knight?

Before Galatea could respond, the vice president's eyes landed on the stomach-soothing chicken soup she had placed on the coffee table, and he asked with noticeable nervousness, "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, not at all," Galatea muttered, feeling another wave of social embarrassment wash over her. She shouldn't have listened to Mia's advice to bring Alaric the chicken soup during work hours. What was she thinking?

"I'm fine. You all carry on with your work. I should go." She hoped that Alaric would say something to ease the awkwardness, but he simply kept his eyes on his documents, leaving her to deal with the discomfort on her own. "You guys are busy. I'll leave first."

With that, Galatea quickly exited Alaric's office, but the embarrassment didn't fade away.

grudge; if she ever upset him, he

Innovations, and once outside, she pulled out the

picked it out of the trash? She couldn't

as if the knock on the door had triggered her impulse to leave. Leaving would mean

gift when he offered it, and now you're picking it up after he threw

sense of her own actions. After a moment of contemplation, she tossed it into a nearby trash bin and walked away briskly. But just a few

really outdone yourself!" Galatea steeled herself to pick up the gift box again, recognizing that it was an item of considerable value and it would be a shame to

and took the watch out of its box that she saw something on the back-her own name. Was it a custom order? Alaric had said, "I have never bothered to

looked at the watch, and she found herself quite annoyed with herself. If the roles had been

Galatea, why do you have such a disgraceful

her feel so constrained and ashamed to discuss

to ward off bad luck, without even knowing his full name or appearance. After bearing three children, who were later proven not to be his, she endured severe humiliation from

and she had returned solely to find her lost son. Who would believe such a

her past, but she knew she had to find Mrs. Marigold. What if her husband was

accepting her past,

It was so frustrating!

by these recollections, Galatea felt a headache coming on; she decided to abandon everything

her dream, she wore a wedding dress and veil, clutching a bouquet

was strikingly handsome, his smile captivating. As she drew nearer, he reached for her hand, pulling her gently closer, planting a sweet kiss on her

on bended knee, he slid a ring onto her finger and spoke earnestly, "Galatea, with me, you won't face any difficulties in the days to come. I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world." Galatea burst into a joyous laugh upon hearing those words, but her

Storm, you vile woman!" Mrs. Marigold bellowed as she rushed forward and viciously

and see! This wretch isn't Galatea Hartley! Her real name is Stellan Storm! She married into my family to ward off bad luck, yet she dishonored herself, cheated on my son, and cuckolded him. I thought she died in childbirth, but

without a shred of remorse, she dares to deceive here in yet another marriage scheme. Don't be fooled by her lies and shamelessness. She deserves to

flash, the guests began hurling objects at her, pointing fingers and cursing with

trap someone in a fake marriage, she's