Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia Irwin's frown deepened as she sprang up from her husband's lap. "You're being cruel to our son! What kind of father does that?"

Ever since she became a mom, Mia couldn't stand to hear her baby cry, and this time was no different.

Fuming, she headed for the door, only to stop midway. A sudden thought hit her. She spun around, grabbed the diamond bracelet from the table, and defiantly slipped it onto her wrist.

If her thesis was going to flop, she was at least taking something valuable with her.

She shot a disdainful "hmph" at her cold-hearted husband before heading to the door. There, she tenderly picked up her tearful little angel. As she walked, she whispered soothingly, "There, there, baby boy, no more tears. Mama's here to feed you. We don't need your daddy."

Once Mia and her voice faded away, a sly smile crept across Andre Cedillo's austere face.

That night, Mia's silent protest was evident.

When bedtime rolled around, the crib was empty, and so was the master bed.

This was her way of showing her displeasure-sleeping apart for the first time.

Andre went to the guest room to find his wife and child, only to discover the door locked from the inside.

Hearing Andre's footsteps, Mia spoke deliberately to her sleeping son, loud enough for Andre to hear. "Your daddy's a bad man, isn't he? Always picking on us. But don't worry, it's just you and me against the world. Mama will never let you go hungry, unlike some fathers." Andre, on the other side of the door, replied, "You should've kept the bedroom door unlocked. You won't manage alone at night with Henry; just bring him back."

Without another word, Andre walked away.

Mia muttered defiantly to herself, "As if I can't take care of my own child. Underestimating me, huh!"

Late into the night, Mia was frazzled as she tried to calm her crying baby.

Every couple of hours, Andre made his presence known at the guest room door, listening intently. When he heard his son cry, he knocked, "Is he hungry?"

Mia answered through the door, "I can't seem to feed him."

suggested, "Check

"It's been changed."

again, "Try turning

the room darkened and the moonlight trickling in, the baby finally settled

Molly Cedillo was called to Maplewood Estates to come clean about a brawl. Fearing Andre's wrath, the timid Molly went to the police station to finish her shift and collect her

on shaky ground with Chad Byrne, Molly nervously approached his office, hands clasped behind her back, feeling guilty.

curt. "Not

gotten

leaving

are you here?" Chad asked,

to talk, and I

uniform for a trench coat. "Let's

was surprised by Chad's willingness to

his cousin exchanged bewildered looks.

feeling guilty for snitching on them the previous night, hugged her son close and kept

gathered, Andre declared,

dinner table, Andre probed the cousins

to shift the blame. "Andre, your wife is the one who

you think I ratted you out

only one logical explanation: Betraying her accomplices might

Molly, fearing reprimand, were on edge. Only the innocent Anya volunteered to share the blame. "Uncle, I was part of the fight, too. I was the logistics for my aunt and Chad, looking after Coleen. Without me, they wouldn't have had the time to—" Before she could finish, Leo's hand reached around from

his nephew, and Leo avoided further

revealed the

Anya were livid. Mia even suggested, "A finger is letting her off too easy. You should've cut out her tongue,

coughed a warning, and

Coleen, and you can go

beside him, prompting Anya