Samantha froze when she saw Oliver standing in the doorway. Her face went pale, her eyes wide with shock. She hadn’t expected him to come home this early—he was always out late. She quickly scrambled to cover herself, but her heart was pounding in her chest.The man lying next to her was slow to react, more annoyed than anything else. He glanced at Oliver, then back at Samantha, and gave her an irritated look. He was obviously wealthy; he didn’t seem the least bit worried.As he started getting dressed, he shot Oliver a dismissive glance, like he couldn’t care less about what was happening.Samantha, on the other hand, was desperate to smooth things over. She tried to force a smile, but it came out as awkward and nervous. “Oliver, it’s not what you think...Please, let me explain...” she stammered, but her words felt empty.Oliver didn’t buy it. His fists clenched, and his jaw tightened as he glared at her. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his voice filled with anger. "What should I t

The sight before Oliver was unbearable. Every step they took, every touch they shared, felt like a knife to his heart, twisting deeper with every moment.Watching Mark lead Samantha to the room, his arrogant grin never left his face, and the sound of their laughter echoed in Oliver’s ears like a cruel mockery. His entire body shook, not from physical pain, but from the excruciating ache of betrayal.The woman he thought loved him, the one he had given everything for, was now in the arms of another man—one who could offer her wealth, the very thing she had always valued over him.The emotional toll was suffocating. The physical pain from the beating he had endured earlier was almost secondary now. His heart felt as if it was being ripped out of his chest. He had been so blind, so certain that their love was real.Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't even cry properly. All he could do was stand there, frozen in place, watching them vanish into the room together. The thought of t

Madam President stood there, staring at Oliver with a look of disbelief mixed with relief. She couldn't believe it. After all these years of searching, she had finally found her son.Tears welled up in her eyes as she softly whispered, "I never thought I'd see you again, Oliver. I thought I'd lost you forever."Her voice cracked, the weight of everything she'd been through hitting her all at once. "But here you are. After all this time, you're here."Oliver's heart raced, his head spinning. He couldn't understand what was happening. Everything he had believed, everything he had been told, was being turned upside down.Oliver’s confusion grew as the weight of the situation sank in. His mind raced, trying to piece everything together.“How did I end up at the orphanage then?” he demanded, his voice edged with frustration and pain. “You’re saying you never gave up on me, but how did they tell me I was an orphan? Who did this to me?”Madam President’s face darkened, her expression shiftin

After a few minutes of taking it all in, Oliver turned to her, curiosity in his eyes. "How do you manage all of this?" he asked. "The companies, everything? It must be a lot to handle."Madam President’s expression was calm and steady. “It’s not easy, but with the right team and the right people, it’s possible,” she replied simply.She then changed the subject. “Enough about me. Tell me about what happened. How did you end up in the hospital?”Oliver's face grew serious, his emotions shifting. As soon as the words left her mouth, he felt a lump in his throat. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. His voice cracked as he started to speak. "It was Mark..."“Who’s Mark?” she asked softly, noticing the change in his tone.Oliver wiped away a tear, his hands shaking. "Mark... he’s the guy my wife... she cheated on me with."Oliver took a shaky breath, still trying to control his emotions as he spoke.“Yesterday was her birthday. I had bought her a gift, hoping it would make her happy

After a long, exhausting day, Oliver collapsed onto the bed. The room was quiet, with dark red walls and a fire crackling softly in the corner.He couldn't help but think about how surreal it all felt, like his life had shifted in an instant from chaos to comfort. It was hard to believe that everything had changed so quickly, but for now, he let himself relax into the moment.He lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to process it all. Just weeks ago, his life was full of struggles, and now he was here, in this big, beautiful room, with everything he’d ever wanted.For the first time in a long time, he felt safe, like he was finally in control of his life. With that thought, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep, feeling completely at peace.The next morning, a knock on the door pulled him from his sleep. He groggily opened his eyes, and before he could even say anything, his mom walked in, looking as confident as ever.“Good morning, son. Did you sleep