The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 22:

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As soon as Caden finished speaking, Gerry's eyes snapped open. It took him a few seconds to process that Caden was standing next to him.

Eyes wide, Gerry removed his headphones and asked, confused, “When did you get here?”

"Right now, actually."

Caden had arrived late, so Alicia had already finished recording the song. There was no way she was going to perform it again just because he had walked in. Not that it mattered, Caden wasn't particularly interested in music. He was there to have fun, nothing more.

But Gerry's reaction was something else entirely. "It's exactly what I imagined; in fact, more than I expected. No wonder he can compete with you for the top spot. He's very talented, Caden."

Caden studied him, intrigued. Gerry, a man rarely impressed, especially when he came to other artists, seemed unusually enthusiastic.

“Oh, yeah?” Caden replied, his tone deliberately nonchalant. “I guess I’m going to lose our bet.”

“You better get that groundwork ready for the handover,” Gerry joked with a smirk as he handed the lyric sheet to Caden. “Don't feel too bad about missing the recording session. Here, check out his lyrics instead. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from his lyrics.”

Caden picked up the piece of paper and scanned the page silently. He let out a sigh, raising an eyebrow. “I thought your movie was about Transformers fighting zombies. Why are the lyrics so… heartfelt?”

“What?” Gerry's mood changed instantly. His bright eyes narrowed, irritation creeping into his tone. “Zombies”? Really? It's a heartwarming sci-fi movie. Didn't I send you a copy? Haven’t you seen it?”

“Oh, I don't watch cartoons,” Caden replied nonchalantly.

“It's 3D animation! It's not a cartoon. “I spent a

moment, the door creaked and

light from the recording booth spilled into the room, casting a soft glow over his face. He looked like

back, her voice calm but tired. “Mr. Hopkins, let's wrap

looked at

booked a spot at an exclusive rooftop restaurant downtown. Would you like

of discomfort crossing her features. But declining the invitation would not sit well with

in the city center, was a thirty-minute drive away. Gerry settled into the passenger seat, while Alicia and Caden shared the backseat. Without saying anything to each other, they gravitated toward their respective windows, the space between them just wide enough to park

was looking for photos of expensive and hard-to-find properties. Smiling brightly, he even showed a few to Caden.

tone cold. “Why

get it, I'll take it,” Gerry joked without

of these,” Gerry said, completely

a slight smirk. “Careful. You don’t want to

stiffened, pretending to be absorbed in the scenery outside. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. But

didn't say anything, but his gaze lingered

Caden and Gerry quickly left. Alicia, however, remained in her seat. “Mr. Hopkins,” she called with an apologetic

how much women cared about their appearance, simply agreed. “There's no hurry. When you're ready, tell the concierge to bring you up.

"Thank you."

before heading to the entrance. Beside him, Gerry strolled casually, recounting the

of nowhere, Caden stopped dead

think I left my phone in the car. Go ahead. I'll catch up with

cast a suspicious glance at the sleek